10:30 a.m. The school bell had just rung, announcing the beginning of the ten-minute break, and with it a single shout came from one of the classrooms: "Veni, Vini, Vici! I finally got the coveted A in math!" Vicek exclaimed, filled with joy. "Finally, I finally got it!" Hailing himself as everything good, he leaned against the radiator where he usually liked to hang out with his friends during break. After a moment of boasting, the beer-guy approached him and began congratulating him, but with each word of congratulations, Vicek found new adjectives for himself, even ones not found in the Polish dictionary. A moment later, the rest of his proud company approached him. "See, I made it after all," Vicek sneered. "You better leave that A alone, because the next lesson is chemistry. And there's a test in chemistry today!" Vicek's expression darkened considerably at this comment. He simply couldn't see the joy that had radiated from his face a moment before. "Maybe it won't be so bad," he replied. "Sure, just don't sit with the fox, because he can't do anything anyway," the beer boy added, adding a sagely. "Oh, sorry! I was studying for today," the fox said. "You were learning, I guess, new tricks, s--t," he replied, and then everyone laughed. "Okay, come on, because if we're late, we'll have another essay in half a lesson, that's why we're late, because we're sitting at the store."
And they went to the test. It wasn't bad, but it could always have been better. Two more classes passed, and another day of school ended. Vicuś had just left school, and his friends were already waiting for him. First up was the beer boy. Vicuś considered Pivosz one of his best friends. He was always willing to give advice and help in difficult situations, though it wasn't always easy, because Vicuś had become class president in the second semester. They always found common ground and enjoyed teasing each other. The other friend was the fox. Vicek also liked the fox; he had something to talk about, although when they sometimes talked with the beer guy, he'd wander off into other topics – he'd get confused. But there was one downside to the fox. That downside was the people he knew how to hang out with. He knew people from the park who, in their careers or future careers as black clients of Krakow police stations, had made or were making very frequent visits. But overall, he was okay. Another friend to come back to was Gala. Gala was, in his opinion, a decent guy – a good friend. And Szumi. He considered Szumny a casual friend. A friend for math, for something to cheat on. A friend to have his back with the student council. A friend during the school year, and when the long-awaited holidays came, the friendship faded. It was forgotten. And that hurt him the most.
The journey home from school seemed safe from a general perspective. But if you looked at it more closely, it left much to be desired. The most controversial was the famous Polewka Park, where the likelihood of a fox encountering someone born under a dark star was very high.
When Vicki returned home, did a completely different life begin for him? A life detached from the fox's constant chatter or the constant sight of the noisemaker. Usually, after school, Vicki liked to eat dinner and play on the computer. After an hour and a half of rest, he would come pick up Vicki Jur. Jura was his friend. And as is often the case with friendships, they had nothing to complain about. So I see no reason to describe Jura. Then they went to the pitch together. And on the pitch… it was probably the only place in the world where Vicki felt free. There, like everyone else, he could vent his frustration on the ball, swear together when mistakes were made. And it was a full team. There were usually four of them. Vicuś, Jura, Wajda, and Stuczko. Wajda – Wajda was Vic's second best friend, as well as Jura's. True, Wajda was a year younger than the others, but he was treated… like one of his own, which wasn't uncommon in those days? And Vic met Stuczko in elementary school, as they were in the same class. Vic considered Stuczko a friend on the playground, as they often didn't find common ground, but on the pitch, yes. But as the saying goes, "all good things come to an end," this too had to come to an end. And then Vic would first see Wajda off with Jura, and then Jura, or he would see Vic off. And in the evenings, Vic, Jura, and the whole band of brothers would sit in their homes for a video game.
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