I am a major of the reserve of one of the force structures. Despite the red diploma of Mehmat, I don’t remember the square discriminant formula.
The equations. I remember the lemma about the inserted balls, but the discriminant formula is not. If you eat and start writing, then it is possible that the hand will pull out all these four, the squares, the quarters in the right sequence, but I don’t remember.
I do not argue with them, I think and talk to them. My dreams are only in Matt.

Therefore, such a polite child is clearly not a product of education. It is DNA.

I pulled him yesterday at seven in the morning after a daily heavy snowfall on the snow-sweetened celery in the garden. We are late. He fails every step. It Pushes. It suffocates. He pulls me by the sleeve with his free hand and says quietly:

"Papa, I don’t like snow a bit"