Майор Вихрь
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This morning, I went to our polytechnic institute to submit my application. I arrived at the university at 10 a.m. There was no queue at the Faculty of Applied Mathematics, so I filled out the necessary papers and went to the Faculty of Electrical Engineering. There, I was shocked to see a queue of about 50 people. As it turned out, I also needed to have a copy of my certificate certified, and for that, I had to stand in a similar queue in another office. In general, I was back in the queue at the Faculty of Electrical Engineering around 12 p.m. I waited until 3 p.m., and the admissions committee closed. I didn't make it. I wasn't too upset, but wasting 3 hours is a bit depressing. Oh well, I took a drive around the track outside the city, and now I'm here.
O God of Earth and Altar,
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die,
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
Take away our pride.
G.K. Chesterton: English Hymnal
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die,
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
Take away our pride.
G.K. Chesterton: English Hymnal