S...S....m: When I was studying at the technare, we had a teacher in Russian. And we once had a dictator, I, as always, forgot the notebook at home, and decided to write on a double sheet. Three pages succeeded. I wrote, all okay, she grit type: not all will be handed over, but selectively.
S...S....m: Well, I think, oh, I have a not controversial assessment, I don’t need to, and let’s go over the edges with a stepler, my last name is at the end of the list, so I’ve already had time to scrape.
S...S....m: And here she calls my name, and to smoke me in the bush, I still have to smoke before a couple, oh.
S...S...M: So I gave up.
S...S...M: On the next lesson I was returned a leaflet. All the scraps were carefully cut. And the leaflet was completely glued to death from the inside. I did not know the evaluation >.<