Of course, the absolute silence didn't last all the time, I didn't even count on it, but the time he was here was special to me, and I appreciated it very much. But that wasn't the only thing that got me during my 45 minutes of teaching. The disciple S., usually a clown of the class, the center of attention, who suffers from the artist as a resting object, suddenly sat and worked passionately. That would be enough for my luck.
But that wasn't the only thing that got me during my 45 minutes of teaching.