Today I passed the electricity exam. We are all on the nerves in the corridor. To calm down, I talked about yesterday’s game. Eventually, the preacher looked and demanded to shut up.
It was my turn to give up. I went in, prepared. I report. Two things are OK, and the third is OK. A rating between four and five. In general, the prede takes the count and puts four. I begin to whisper: "Mole, another question, and I went to all the lectures, please".
And the preacher suddenly looks at me so disgustedly and answers: "You, Semenov, at the beginning of the lesson, learn, and then call the lesson foolish." % of (