我常常想起这个人,已经有半个多世纪了。有一段时间,我曾把它忘得一干二净。但是不知因为什么缘故,这些年来,我却越来越频繁地想起他。我不愿说出他的真名——这个人是葬在无名墓中的,他活该落得这个下场。就姑且叫他涅尔西克吧。我对他的回忆是不连贯的,时断时续的。我常常想起1930年秋天时节的他,当时,我们这些七岁的孩子头一次走进学校。在那些年代,在第比利 I’ve often remembered this man for more than half a century. For some time, I had forgotten it completely. But for some reason, I think of him more and more frequently over the years. I do not want to say his real name - this man was buried in an unknown tomb, he deserved to end this fate. Let him call Ner’zhik for now. My memories of him are inconsistent and intermittent. I often think of him during the autumn of 1930, when our seven-year-olds went to school for the first time. In those days, in Tbilivi