Two hundred? Three hundred? More? And how many of them have not been left open?
I have never considered them the number of doors in their academy, who in general may be concerned about this issue except for those who hang on each of them a plate with the names of the teachers or the name of the department. I think I was not even on all floors and corridors in Mogilyanka.
Now I can give more than an exact answer - seven hundred and seventeen with the little ones leading to the attics and basements. For me, one hundred and four doors were chosen.
After our faculty party, I barely got home, so the next day I was doomed to walk past me. As expected, he did not start better, I started to get sick early in the morning. For a couple, I was late for about forty minutes, it's a bit more than usual. I barely stayed her, I do not even remember what that was for the subject, but, most importantly, I was noted on the list of those present. Waiting for the end of the pair, I paused the sixth seventh season of the "Game of Thrones" and ran to the street. Near the first building, after each break, there was always someone, and even more so after a big one, I was expecting to meet dozens of acquaintances there. I asked one cigar, smoked with another cigar, everything as usual. The saddest thing is that each day you can approach different friends and try different cigarettes. So you will become an expert.
Then for so long I stood with them near the corps, which was late for the next couple. I began to climb quickly on the stairs to the third floor, when I was already walking in the corridor, I saw a teacher who had already missed three deadlines. Running was too senseless, he would see and recognize me, so I went to the first door, not even looking at what it was for the audience. It was such a strange feeling, as if I had opened the door as though I had come in, but again found myself in the corridor. I heard that the teacher is already too close. Then I again wanted to try to open the door, but I could not find the pen, having looked, in front of me just a wall. The teacher has already come too close, I was already ready to listen to another lecture. But when he approached closer, I realized that I was wrong. That was not my teacher, I did not even see this so wonderful in the mantle. Surprisingly, I was 100 percent sure that he was.
I exhaled with relief and ran into my audience. It seems to me at three hundred seventh. When I opened the door, suddenly there was a coffin silence in the audience. a teacher, for some reason, also dressed in a mantle, maybe some holiday, together with students began to look at me as a statue in the museum. They opened their mouths, wiped their eyes and the otaku from the picture lasted for two minutes, until I simply did not take and shut the door. I began to recall the number I needed for my audience, I wanted to write to a friend and ask, but instead of my phone in my pocket, I found only an envelope with a letter and a mark. When I was lost in the corridor, I saw on the window sill of a strange boy. More precisely, I did not see it, but I heard it. I have never seen any dude in the middle of a couple playing at the sopil on the windowsill.
"Oh, hello, one and a fourth," he said to me.
Now I have shook my eyes like those in the audience, probably, it is transmitted. I could not answer anything and decided not to seek more audience, after such stress, I definitely needed a rest. So I ran into the street to try again a new cigar.
When I left, people were not as many as always. But the most surprising is that none of them burned. They just sat and read the books. I approached everyone, someone asked what I mean, someone gave me food. I could not understand anything ... For the first time I decided to buy cigarettes at my own expense. When I came to Silpo, it turned out that Silpo no longer exists. In general, there are no stores or stalls nearby. I was so scared, I thought, maybe I not only drank yesterday, but also smoked something. Around strangely dressed people, horses and no car. I did not want to believe in what's going on. I have seen similar movies about time travel, but I'm a kid to believe in this.
Then, with incredible speed, I ran again to the floor to the door, through which I got here. This again sits in a corridor on a window sill and plays a sopilka, someone reminded me of it, but it seemed to me exactly. I could not know someone in this stinking world.
I ran past him, he even had something to tell me that he loves birds, something like that. When I was running the corridor, I saw a door with a number one hundred and four. I quickly opened the door and ran inside, and I pushed something out again. I started knocking on the wall that there is a force! Scream to stop mumble! The doors did not appear again, and I started crying until I heard a sound. I immediately realized that it was not a sopil's game, the sound was too horrible, which can not be compared. I recognized it was a song by the Mushroom band. She spoke loudly through the column and the sound became ever louder and closer to me. So, I saw my friend who really pulled a column with him. I have never before looked at him with such a look, it seems. I do not remember that I have seen so much stupidity and senselessness in his eyes. I turned off the column and said that I would break it if he turned it on again in the Academy building.
Of course, who will go to one hundred fifths ...
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