Майор Вихрь
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What a day it turned out to be (usually, this phrase implies a long story, but I'll be as brief as possible). On Saturday, I had to be up by 8 am, and even then, there were two incredibly boring history lectures (yeah, I'm studying physics ><). The most resourceful guys, by the way, started bringing laptops to history class and playing Space Rangers in the back rows. And sometimes, they played Counter-Strike.
At home, I found that my computer's internet connection had been compromised by a virus. I ran a scan with Avast, but it didn't find anything. I downloaded Norton and ran a full system scan again – and it was fixed (don't be surprised, dear reader, I managed to get online through a clever trick). That's how we live.
At home, I found that my computer's internet connection had been compromised by a virus. I ran a scan with Avast, but it didn't find anything. I downloaded Norton and ran a full system scan again – and it was fixed (don't be surprised, dear reader, I managed to get online through a clever trick). That's how we live.
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