"Children, I present to you, Liouba Gogol, said M. Dubeuf as she entered the room. No one laughed. It was as if a snow shower had suddenly hit the room. I thought about all the times I had called Djzone a gogol and I was ashamed. I was not the only one. We were collectively victims of a reversal of meaning. From that second, gogol [no longer meant] stupid, [it] meant a meter seventy, a face in triangle, rosy cheeks, green eyes, a half-undone blond bun, a very red mouth and the long hands of a pianist. From the moment the most beautiful girl in the world arrives in her class, Sandra, the narrator of this story, knows that nothing will be the same..."--Translated from the back cover.
