Unwanted child

On the one hand, it was another familiarisation task for the newcomers, which everyone could handle without much difficulty, as everyone in the group understood what a family was. On the one hand, it was another familiarisation task for the newcomers, which each of them could cope with without much difficulty, because everyone in the group understood perfectly well what a family was. Everyone except Theodore. The kids sat down on the colourful floor, armed with markers and pencils, and began to draw banal pictures of suns, clouds, circles and sticks resembling human beings. Davel was the only one who sat still and did not understand what he had to draw on a piece of paper. No one had ever talked to him about family. The boy saw the children around him drawing with interest, but he had no interest in the class. Several times Mrs Donova came up to him and explained the task again, sketching ideas and projecting them on her piece of paper.

The time of the class was drawing to a close, and Theodore's sheet of paper remained as blank as it had originally been. Finally, he picked up a dark brown pencil that was lying nearby and began to paint the sheet a solid colour, trying his best not to leave any white gaps. Maybe he was embarrassed that he was the only kid who hadn't drawn a picture, or maybe Ted just wanted to keep himself busy.

The children began to hand in their work to the teacher. The teacher came up to each of them in turn and accepted their work. Theodore handed her a piece of paper on which a rectangle had been carefully drawn with a brown pencil. He looked at the tutor, waiting for any reaction. Mrs Donova smiled at the boy, stroked his head and encouraged him: ‘Well, there, you see! You, too, have succeeded in your own way in drawing a picture on a given theme. In time, you'll learn a lot more from us here!’.

Ted smiled back when he felt that no one was going to scold him. He had done a thorough job in his own way and was being praised for it. On the wave of positivity that swept over him, the boy walked over to the other boys who, without the teacher's instruction, had arranged themselves in a circle and were drawing something together.

It was lunchtime for Theodore's group. The children, led by Mrs Donova, went up to the third floor to eat a three-course set lunch specially prepared for them for the first time in their lives. The canteen staff also joined in to help the kindergarteners in shrinking the students. It was extremely difficult for one adult to cope with the still unorganised group of kids who saw plates of food placed on small tables. Despite the fact that the children could already sit on ordinary chairs and stools, at the first stage, in order to teach them discipline, the canteen was equipped with seats with small straps that were pulled over the waist of the children and fixed them in one place, not allowing them to move freely around the room.

There was a lot of temptation at the beginning, as the food was served based on the usual diet of the pupils of the educational centre. It was balanced, filled with all the necessary useful vitamins and minerals to maintain their health. The food was adjusted individually, depending on whether a particular pupil was allergic to certain types of food, or simply because he or she refused to eat one or another product.

For example, if a child does not eat broccoli, it can easily be replaced by carrots or cabbage, thus preserving the vitamins that he or she should get after eating. All caring parents, in most cases, have prepared in advance and provided the principal with lists of foods to be more careful about and to avoid. In Theodore's case, there was no such list at all. Lars replied dryly when questioned by the headmistress: ‘Yes, he eats everything. You can feed him whatever you want.’

So Theodore had to personally try the delicacies of the children's kitchen and find out for himself what he liked and what he didn't like.

Ted was taken by the hand by one of the canteen workers and sat down at the end table, where there were three more tables besides his seat. In front of him was a white cardboard small rectangular container wrapped in foil to keep the food warm. To the right of the food container, was a plastic small spoon. Some already knew how to handle some other cutlery, such as a fork and knife. But in the early days, the educators did not want to load the children with unnecessary information and create conflict in the minds of those who were not yet familiar with such utensils. They assumed that the learning of sharp objects, even plastic ones, should be gradual, not immediate.

The children gradually took their places at the tables. Theodore, too, became more crowded. A girl was seated opposite him and two boys to his right. He had not yet remembered their exact names. A canteen worker approached each of the children in turn and helped them open the boxes of food. Even stronger, the smell of food wafted in. Barely perceptible clouds of vapour drifting from the dishes rushed towards the ceiling, mixing together in the air to form the aroma of the canteen. Inside the box, Theodore found baked fish with sour cream sauce on top and boiled rice mixed with eggs.

The children sitting at the same table with him began to look at each other's food, trying to assess the contents of the neighbouring boxes. Ted, on the other hand, sat curled up over his container, showing little interest in the other's food. Finally, armed with their spoons, they began dynamically munching away at the food that smelled so appetising, leaving no chance to refuse it.

The boy sitting next door was the fastest to finish his treat and impatiently started looking around for something interesting to occupy himself. When he noticed his neighbour eating leisurely, he decided to help him by shoving his spoon into his food container. Theodore was a little taken aback by this insolence, and in response to the boy's actions, he snatched the spoon from his hand and threw it far away from him. It flew a few metres, then landed with a distinctive sound on the floor and disappeared under one of the chairs of another group of children, who were a year older than Theodore's classmates. The little boy straightened up, stretched his neck and turned his head in the direction of the flying cutlery, trying to spot it. Then he waved his arms and wailed with all his might: ‘Ah-ah-ah-ah! Sp-o-o-o-o-n! My sp-o-o-o-o-o-n!’

The dining room had been noisy enough up to that point. But when the boy shouted his short phrase to the whole floor and began to scandalise, shouting unintelligible sounds, the group of children seemed to revolt. His little tantrum became like a call to action for the rest of the kids. Some started throwing food scraps at each other, others started shouting loudly, others started running around the tables and hiding under them. However, for the tutor and the canteen workers, who were used to working in similar conditions, these antics of the new pupils were not something out of bounds and unexpected. They began to pacify the overexcited group, putting them back in their seats, playfully suggesting that they finish their meal and wait for the others. Finally, when the children had settled down and most of the food had been eaten, Mrs Donova led everyone in an orderly fashion to the common room to prepare the children for sleep and restore their previously spent energy.

The children lined up in front of the escalator in rows of two. Some of them held each other's hands. The carer pressed a button on the side of the escalator to change its direction. Unlike similar mobile structures in shopping centres, this one had the slowest speed for safety reasons.

When they reached the first floor, the group made their way to the door, which had a sticker of a crescent moon with a sleeping baby on it. Theodore was one of the last to enter, along with the girl who had sat at the same dinner table with him earlier. Of course, none of the children were planning on falling asleep. They all wanted to play and have fun. And when they saw their cots, they decided that this room was just part of another entertaining game, like the one the boy who had thrown a tantrum in the dining room not long ago had started playing. His name was Eric, and he seemed to have forgotten all about the unpleasant incident. The boy chose a cot for himself, confidently climbed on it and began to jump as if on a trampoline. This boy was a peculiar leader of the group. Not afraid of anything, brave and self-confident. Once again, he came up with an idea for fun that the other children were eager to support when they saw it in practice.

In an instant, the silence that had hitherto reigned in the recreation room, supplemented by the peaceful music of nature, was filled with children's delighted shouts and the clatter of beds hitting the floor under the impact of jumping. Like the lifeguards that they partly were, Mrs Donova's assistants flew into the room. They were mostly young female students on teaching practice. They began to help the teacher to quiet the crowd of children, who were overflowing with activity and demanding fun and amusement.

Much to the children's dismay, their cots had already been determined in advance and their names were signed on each one. Therefore, they were deprived of the possibility to choose on this issue. All the babies were redistributed to their cots. More often than not, the beds were much larger than the size of an average three-year-old, as they were assigned to older children up to the age of six, who were already taller and larger than the younger preschoolers. The sounds of nature intensified, attracting the attention of the babies, the main light in the room went out, and the ceiling was transformed into a dark blue sky with stars sparkling on it, which from time to time went out and then appeared in a new place. The cots vibrated, tuning the children's hearts to the rhythm of their upcoming sleep. Some were still on their feet, leaning against the wooden barriers of the cot, others lay down, feeling tired.

Theodore sat on his knees with his legs tucked under him, looking up at the stars twinkling in the artificial sky. The music slowly began to fade until it was barely audible. The children's eyes began to close and they gradually began to fall into a deep sleep, full of colourful and unique visions filled with adventures. Mrs Donova quietly and subtly took a seat on a small stool near the entrance, guarding the dreams of her children. She pressed a small switch on the inside of the door and the sticker of a crescent moon with a baby hanging from it began to shimmer. The baby's mouth began to move and the letter ‘Z’ began to appear from time to time, slowly moving upwards. The crescent moon itself turned a bright yellow colour and tiny craters were clearly visible on it. This meant that this room was occupied at that particular moment. Please do not enter or disturb the others.

The Theodore group's afternoon nap lasted only 45 minutes. Another 15 minutes were allowed to lull the babies to sleep. After the allotted nap time, the ceiling began to change into a clear and blue morning sky. Yellow silhouettes of birds began to pass by now and then, chirping loudly and calling the sleeping babies to wake up. The sounds of the singing birds gradually grew stronger until there were no more slumbering children in the common room. Ted woke up almost as soon as the extraneous sounds came. In addition, with the help of the floodlights emitting artificial sunlight, the room grew brighter and brighter by the second until there was not a single dark corner left at all.

The children began to yawn, rising lazily to their feet. After a few seconds, the playpens of the cots began to slowly open, pushing aside like a folding accordion. The way was open. Not fully understanding why they had been awakened, the half-asleep kids headed towards the teacher who was waiting for them near the exit. Having organised the group into one slender line of two, the woman opened the door and led her pupils to the sports classes.

      The gym was located on the ground floor. It had an elongated rectangular shape with a marked area in the middle. The sports ground was outlined with a white line. At the ends stood children's small football goals, and in the centre was a giant red circle for martial arts. That is, the hall was simultaneously designed to teach all the available sports that existed in the world. The floor of the hall was covered with soft rubber to prevent injuries during sports. Along the walls were large gymnastic balls, jump ropes, cones and other ancillary equipment.

Mrs Donova's group entered the gym. The assistants, who were already waiting for them inside, began to undress the kids so that they would not get their shoes dirty on the clean pavement. The boys, who saw the mountain of footballs, immediately rushed to them. Most of the girls stood around wondering what all the boys were so excited about, and what could possibly be so interesting about this room. No wonder! It was often rare for girls to become athletes. The adult women's football league was small, consisting of only ten teams. And the fairer half of the sex went into battle even less often, for obvious reasons.

Of course, the children's physical education classes at the Children's Centre were of a general nature only, without any specialisation, and consisted mainly in maintaining a healthy lifestyle among children. If it was necessary to correct posture with specific exercises, an orthopaedist from the local rural hospital was invited. The children were taught sports by a children's coach, while the tutor kept order in the gym and, if necessary, helped to organise the children.

While most of the kids scattered around the room to study the sports equipment, Theodore began to look at the gym in detail. The door through which they had entered was at his back. He stood on the white marked line separating the playground from the rest of the space. The far side of the room had large rectangular windows upstairs through which sunlight streamed in, supplemented by interior light fixtures. In front of the boy were small white plastic football goals that were about 30 centimetres taller than he was. A white net was attached to the back of them. Opposite them, at the far end of the pitch stood exactly the same goal. Ted crouched down on the floor and with interest began pulling at the strings that made up the gate set. Woven together, they formed a diamond-shaped pattern that stretched from bottom to top, flowing from one quadrangular shape to another.

There was a click of the door opening. A children's coach entered the hall, smiling and winking at the budding athletes. The man was about forty years old, of medium height, with a short haircut, muscular and trim. Apparently a former athlete. Gathering the kids around him, the man introduced himself. His name was Mr Petrie. To be honest, he didn't really like it when the kids addressed him so formally, but there was nothing to be done. Rules are rules.

During the first lessons it was hard to organise the kids so that they obediently followed all the commands of their new coach exactly as intended. Therefore, just like the others, the first physical education lessons were only of an introductory nature, rather than any benefit for the young organism. Having spread out gymnastic mats on the ground, teachers tried to show the group basic warm-up exercises, which the latter were reluctant to perform. The kids were constantly distracted by extraneous objects and classmates, laughing and wiggling without stopping.

In the middle of the session, Mr Petrie removed all the extra balls from the playground and, leaving only one, started to encourage the children to play football with him, passing to each of them in turn. Some reacted to this gesture in a sporting way – kicking the ball away from themselves in the opposite direction, others fell to their knees, trying to take the round toy for themselves and run away from the man, and others did not pay any attention to this unknown game for them. Ted belonged to the third group of children. When the turn came to him, and a miniature football slightly hit his foot, he looked at it perplexedly and turned around and went the other way, as if avoiding repeated contact with it.

The coach was not upset by the fact that not everyone in this hall was interested in sports games. Firstly, he realised that they were still very young children. Secondly, not everyone is destined to become a professional athlete in the future. Most of all, Mr Petrie was surprised by a situation that happened to Theodore a year and a half later, when he was already a second-year student at the CEC. It was this situation that predetermined Ted's further enrolment in a sports school.

Manifestation of the potential

It was the 18th of February, 746. Theodore's birthday. Of all the classmates studying at the CEC with him, he was the third oldest. Therefore, studying in his second year, he was already five years old. While many of the other kids were only four. On the one hand, he looked a bit bigger and older than the others, because he had finally started eating a lot of food, several times a day, and had gained a decent amount of weight. On the other hand, Ted was somewhat behind in intellectual development from the overwhelming majority of children due to the fact that in home conditions he was mostly left to himself, both before and after the CEC. Therefore, there was no consolidation of the knowledge the boy had learnt. That is why he was considered to be an average child with no predispositions to any knowledge.

Of course, Theodore had already learnt to read children's literature, specially selected by the tutors to suit his age, although his reading speed was almost the slowest in the course. He was also writing a little, although his handwriting was hard to recognise. Even though the CEC taught him to write in block letters, some of them, such as ‘G’, ‘W’ or ‘Z’, he could not reproduce on a piece of paper. In drawing classes he made some progress, but only in relation to his previous works. Such as ‘Family’, ‘Future Work’ and ‘Nature’. Now his drawings did not consist only in painting a rectangular sheet of paper in one colour. The boy learnt to draw little people, clouds, sun, moon, car and other simple associative images made up of simple lines and dots. It was difficult to call it masterpieces of children's painting, but in the attitude of the pupil himself obvious progress was present.

Theodore did not do well with dancing and singing. It even got to the point that the boy absolutely refused to participate in everything that was connected with these lessons and the teachers had to transfer him to another group for a while during the singing and dancing lessons. The obvious advantage was that Ted had an additional opportunity to socialise with other children while learning with other groups. Thus, he became more liberated and outgoing. Sometimes even too much so. In terms of communication, there was a feeling that he had no equal. The boy changed in front of my eyes, compared to how he came to the walls of this educational centre stiff and silent. And by the way, communication skills were one of the additional characteristics for admission to the school. That certainly added one point to Theodore's score.

As for other classroom activities, the preschooler did not have any high successes there. He was not uninterested in many of them, but he was not particularly fond of them either. Something he did something, for example, modelling from plasticine, and something – just to do. For example, in the lessons of constructor, the boy did not try to build some construction. But some of them turned out really unusual for their age structures. Ted most often chaotically picked up parts and connected them by putting them on top of each other. In the end, the result was a mess.

But what the second-year student was definitely addicted to was sports activities. He was one of the first to find a common language with the coach in the shortest possible time and understood exactly what he required from him. Despite the fact that fiddling with a football at the end of the lesson had a competitive effect, which added enthusiasm to the young pupil, Ted had no love for this sport. He behaved peculiarly on the court, and most often played not according to the rules, despite the large number of warnings and remarks from the coach and Mrs Donova. During the game, the boy always tried to be the first on the ball, forcefully pushing away his opponents and teammates. Yes, it still didn't look like a full-fledged football game, but the coach tried his best to instil the basic rules of football in the preschoolers. He explained to them how to act on the court is possible, and how categorically forbidden.

The situation was different for the boy when it came to playing in the red circle, which was in the centre of the sports hall. In order to instil in the pupils such useful qualities as perseverance, fighting to the very end, and endurance, there was a children's game that allowed to show and develop these strong-willed character traits. It consisted of the following:

The group was divided into three subgroups, each with an equal number of people, plus/minus one additional participant if the children could not be equally divided. Each member of the subgroup stood on the outline of the red circle in any free place and stayed there until the coach's signal, which was accompanied by a whistle or a loud clap of hands. After receiving this signal, the competition began. It consisted in keeping only one of its participants in the centre of the red circle. The permitted techniques were thrusts and arm grabs, with the help of which one could push his opponents out of the designated area. The circle was quite large and occupied almost 1/3 of the site, if we take into account its total internal area. Therefore, there was enough space for all the contestants. After the player's body completely left the red circle, the child was considered a loser and dropped out of the game. When trying to return and continue the competition, the coach or tutor would calm the child and explain to him that the game was over for him, so he had to wait until it was over so as not to disturb the other players.

Today, on Theodore's birthday, it happened to be the second day of physical education. It would be followed by a couple more classes, and then in the dining room Ted would have a little surprise prepared by Mrs Donova in honour of his birthday. In the meantime, the boy was focused on the upcoming competition, which had already become a routine for him. Theodore was most looking forward to this particular game, in which he outclassed everyone in strength and perseverance.

Ted's subgroup of three boys and two girls took their place around the red circle. Each of the children prepared in their own way for the start of the contest. Some simply stood erect, others bent forward a little and redistributed most of their weight onto their supporting leg. One of the girls looked around unhappily, clearly not understanding the meaning of the game and not really wanting to participate. Despite her very ordinary origin, she looked and behaved like a real princess. Therefore, she was extremely capricious and disobedient. She never did what she did not want to do at the moment, which many times upset her tutor, who tried hard to instil in her the desire and interest in various kinds of activities.

As soon as the coach's whistle sounded, simultaneously acting as an incorruptible and fair referee, the four boys (including Ted) rushed from their seats into the centre of the circle, simultaneously pushing and trying to pull each other by the arms beyond the permitted playing space. Only one girl remained standing in one place, crossing her arms over her chest and looking away contemptuously. Her teacher jumped up to her, offering her to join the common game, telling and explaining on her fingers how much fun she would have. The princess, however, would not listen. She turned her back to Mrs Donova and headed in the opposite direction, snorting her nose and rolling her eyes.

Meanwhile, the confrontation on the court continued and tension was building. No one wanted to lose, but they were stretched to the limit. Ted stood exactly in the centre of the circle, holding the hand of the two boys on either side of him. Each of them was trying to pull the boy towards him, so that he would leave the place of the unqualified winner. From afar it looked as if they were about to tear him in two. But they were not strong enough to do that, and Theodore himself was much stronger than they were. Ted knelt down, continuing to hold back his opponents and forcing them to do the same to him. At the moment, he felt a pull both to one side and the other from himself. Suddenly, something happened that neither of them expected. Ted seized the hand of the boy in front of him and began to pull him towards him. The result was an irresistible force that he could not resist. All three moved from their seats. The boy who was behind Ted was outside the circle and instantly became a loser. Theodore himself fell on his back, lying half inside and half outside the circle. And the boy who had been standing in front of him, thanks to the power of the joint pull, left the playing field, doing a couple of somersaults, like a brave acrobat. Thus there remained two contenders for victory. Theodore and another girl, whom he had completely forgotten about, concentrating on the stern male rivalry.