Майор Вихрь
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Today, I went to an English class, and from the very beginning to the end, I felt a wave of nostalgia, as if I were back in the 5th or 6th grade, because everything turned out to be so simple. Of course, it seemed simple only to me, as all the other students in the group were struggling and generally had a poor grasp of the language. Well, at least one problem will be solved before the exam session. And there might be other problems, because this year, in physical education, in addition to the practical part, we also have to pass a theory exam, which is not pleasant.
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