In Moscow, a boy stopped going to school. A week passed, then two… Lev didn't have a phone, and his classmates, on the teacher's advice, decided to go to his house.
Lev's mother opened the door. Her face showed sadness.
The boys greeted her and asked,
"Why isn't Lev going to school?"
His mother replied,
"He won't be studying with you anymore. He had an operation. It didn't go well. Lev can't walk on his own."
The boys were silent, looked at each other, and then one of them suggested,
"We'll take turns taking him to school.
" "And bringing him back home.
" "And we'll help him with his studies"—they interrupted each other.
The mother had tears in her eyes. She led her friends into the room. A while later, Lev emerged, groping his way with a bandage over his eyes.
The boys were stunned. They understood their friend's misfortune.
Lev barely said:
- Oh, hello.
They all started talking:
"I'll pick you up tomorrow and walk you to school.
" "Let me tell you what we did in Algebra.
" "And History."
Lev didn't know who to listen to and just nodded, confused. Tears were welling up in his mother's eyes again.
After they left, the boys made a plan: who would explain which subjects, who would walk Lev and take him to school.
At school, the boy who shared a desk with Lev would whisper to him what the teacher wrote on the board. How the class would fall silent when Lev answered correctly! How his friends, and everyone else, rejoiced!
Lev studied well. To explain a lesson to a friend who's struggling, you have to know them yourself. And the boys tried. Not only that, the boy loved classical music, and his classmates would go with him to concerts.
Lev graduated with top honors. His friends became his eyes.
After high school, Lev continued his studies and eventually became a world-renowned mathematician, the scholar Pontryagin.

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