It was 22 years ago... I was 6. My mother brought me to some old building, a theatre. We went up to the second floor. So called "classroom" was a huge room with Vladimir Ilyich Lenin`s portrait made of stone or plaster and hammer and sickle wooden model below it. There were already 2 students, I sat at the table and a tutor gave me a blue book. It was Skulte "English for Children". I don`t remember what happed during the lesson, but the very first word I have learnt is "jam".

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