There was a student case. I gave some arch-complex colloquium on Matan (for me, in general, everything related to it was arch-complex), while preparing for the answer, biting out the whole pen. He got "good" and flew home just on the wings of happiness. Well, here I am all so positive in the route. And, apparently, a good mood was so key to me that even those around me noticed. The girls looked at me, smiling. But with one sweetheart they sat down and looked at it especially long. I just turn around and see with my side eye that he is looking at me. I turn to her, and she looks away and smiles so mysteriously.

I thought there was a spark between us. I was already going to shoot, shoot numbers, tell me that I have a fourth in the matan. Well, to make an impression, but I never decided. She went out earlier.

“That’s how people feel the subtle energy,” I thought. "We need to behave as confidently more often than we do today." And then I came home and saw that I had, it turns out, only half a fucking blue ink. Prepod, infection, also said nothing