Matei smiled, his wrinkles deepening. He stood up slowly, walked to the chalkboard, and picked up a piece of white chalk. He wrote:
"Ne învață învățătorii versuri," he whispered to himself, testing the old rhyme. "Să le știm, să le rostim..." Ne Invata Invatatorii Versuri
But for Matei, a retired teacher of 74, the schoolhouse was a cathedral of sound. Every afternoon, after the last child had run home through the fields, he would sit at the worn wooden desk at the front of the room and listen. Matei smiled, his wrinkles deepening
He turned to Lumi. "The tablet shows you the world," he said. "But a verse teaches you how to feel it. Don't teach them to memorize, Lumi. Teach them to fly." walked to the chalkboard