Ned stopped just inside the doors, looking down into Sansa's face again. He touched the pale lavender of her eyelid, heart aching for this perfect creature and all that would be denied her if the maesters were right. "She is our daughter," Ned said firmly after a moment, looking up to meet Catelyn's worried gaze. "And her being able to see or not does not change that."
Сделала сегодня фоточку в духе #учительское, получила неожиданный комплимент: мне, оказывается, к лицу школа😁 Ну, что ж, может и так)))
Или в первый год работы там всем "школа к лицу"😁?