Вот здесь книга по-английски - никаких "правов" - http://www.moncredo.com/MMBook1.htm The teacher stopped behind my desk, and suddenly I heard her sharp voice: - ‘Mireille! Don’t write with your left hand!’ I stared at her in surprise. I had tried so hard, I had even bitten my lips so much they bled. My letters were so neat... but I had been left-handed from birth. - ‘Give me your hands,’ demanded the teacher. I innocently extended my hand out to her... and smack! She slapped me with a ruler. From then on I always tried to be on my guard and hide my fingers, but she got to them anyway and hit me harder each time. - ‘You are so stubborn! Write with your right hand!’
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The teacher stopped behind my desk, and suddenly I heard her sharp voice:
- ‘Mireille! Don’t write with your left hand!’
I stared at her in surprise. I had tried so hard, I had even bitten my lips so much they bled. My letters were so neat... but I had been left-handed from birth.
- ‘Give me your hands,’ demanded the teacher.
I innocently extended my hand out to her... and smack! She slapped me with a ruler. From then on I always tried to be on my guard and hide my fingers, but she got to them anyway and hit me harder each time.
- ‘You are so stubborn! Write with your right hand!’