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Students had this story when I was a student at the Academy of Dnipropetrovsk Railway Engineers transport. The peculiarity of this stronghold of knowledge is that it has two buildings - new and old, and between them a long march. Therefore, to get the audience in the audience one body of another, it is necessary to wind the mileage.
We - first-year students, but students are bold and confident that all the worst is behind.
Ends September. My new student life is proceeds without catastrophes. And then did not come for.
We sit once in English. And he led his department head, a former military man, honored hero, a decorated and so on, in general, a serious man, who was very partial to the English pronunciation. Before each of us is a computer, the monitor the text to voice.
Our lecturer, called him Mikhailov, causing the boy Vitya, quiet, humble, who came from somewhere in the hinterland. He begins briskly, "Beck-Mack" and comes to a simple English word «there». It would be easy? Victor reads it as "VER" Mikhailov, gritting his teeth straightens "ZAR". With an English accent, of course.
Victor repeats the "RES". Mikhailov again to him: "ZAR". That again, "RES". Our Mikhailov all flushed, but he restrained himself. Says:
- Kubrick, please say the word "hare"
Victor:
- Hare.
- Umbrella.
Victor:
- Umbrella.
Mikhailov:
- Very good. Now say the word "ZAR"
Victor, faithfully looking into his eyes, provides:
- Ware.
Mikhailov jumped up, then sat down, stood up again. We giggled with a girlfriend and our trouble a little louder permissible. Mikhailov responded instantly.
- Stand up!
We climbed.
- Get out of class!
Who would argue? We retired. The next band of English came with some bad feelings, and it did not deceive us. Only Mihailov went into the audience directly to us.
- And what are you doing here?
- Like what? Learn came.
- Go first to the dean, the dean take admission.
We trudged to the dean. Mood - can be worse, but it is not necessary, because the first course! Student life and start something else not properly managed, and is already looming end of it. They came. We talk so they say, and so, inadvertently laughed at the lesson and all that, you need a security clearance. Dean shrugged, walked to and signed. Inspired fly back.
Mikhailov says,
- Brought?
- Brought.
- Let me see.
Reads, then tore to pieces.
- What did you write? What laughed in the classroom? I do not need it. Go ahead and write what you brought me the honored person to a heart attack, because you want my death. If the dean of admission you this sign, then will do it.
That was the end. Of course, we did not go anywhere, and each English lesson conscientiously skipped.
Meanwhile, it was time for the session. Without offsetting this wacky English exam is not allowed. What to do?
Go beg Mikhailov allow us to take the debt, that is all the work of the semester. We have accumulated much of their 40 pieces! Mikhailov conducts consultations twice a week, take two at a time "duty", and that if all flawlessly. In short, if all goes well, the summer just have time. All, of course, we sympathize with us, but we have something that does not help! In the session we do not find ourselves.
And once we are sitting "on the strength of materials" renting laboratory. It so happened that have passed successfully. Fold notebooks and going pokitut office. Our chubby and fat-mayor is interested in:
- You are what?
We:
- To English.
- Yeah, yeah - he nods sympathetically, but somehow smiling.
Sopromat held in the old building on the first floor in the farthest audience. English in the new building on the fifth and also the farthest audience. Go and high and far, but what to do? Scourge, waiting for the soul of new repression.
I go first. I went to the desk at which sits Mr. Mikhailov and pull the arm to the ticket. And suddenly I Mihaydov:
- Record book!
- What?
I thought I'd misheard.
He repeats:
- Record book!
With trembling hands I open my bag and pulled out a cherished blue booklet. I stand and disbelief look like our bloodsucker outputs "offset delivered perfectly."
Follow me to the table fits my girlfriend. History repeats itself.
As if in a daze, not noticing the distance, we flew on the first floor of the old building (there is just way out of the institution) on the road discussing how and where we will celebrate. Holiday with us! Celebration! Suddenly we hails elder:
- Hey! Wait a minute! Help me solve the problem.
We told him:
- What are you still sopromat not passed?
- Why, - meets - the teacher to task trailers.
We told him:
- And we have the English standings!
- Lies!
- And here and there! Look! - I show my record book, adding - Mikhailov good today, it puts all the tests.
Our mayor is no longer interested in the strength of materials, flies into the audience and begins to feverishly collect things. Teach him:
- What are you, today, to take the laboratory will not?
- No, I sweat.
- Strangely, you have the one problem remained.
Nothing listening elder jumps into the hallway and goes to a transition. What there sopromat if Mikhailov tests gives!
We followed him:
- Fast run! Mikhailov is going to go.
And the elder ran. As he ran, it should be seen!
Later, we were told.
Flew to the audience the red from such physical effort our fat mayor, shove all pending debts and putting breaks into the office with a record book in his hands.
Mihaylov breaks away from his papers, looking first at our elder, then his record book and said:
- You ran to surrender their debts? Well, take a ticket and you can begin to answer without preparation.
These are funny stories from our students' lives: Once upon a time is not necessary!
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