The fact is that in high school we were an experimental class, that is, we were sent for a couple of specialized subjects to another school, namely history and literature.

Strange, and well okay. I went there and took exams. Then he went on, with problems, troubles and loss of faith in humanity, but he went on to the istfak, but on the cloth. There is not a single point in the budget, which has its story.

And here, after studying for some time, I meet a classy manager on the street who asks how things are and where I am studying. He told everything as it was, and she said, “Oh, Uzerneim, why didn’t you take the paper? You were an experimental class, you could just go there by interview!”

My feeling at the time could not be expressed in words. I learned from my classmates, but they were also unaware of this magical paper. As it turned out, during the delivery of certificates, we simply forgot to give these testamentary documents, which gave us access to almost any humanitarian university in Moscow only by interview.

I still burn.