Temperature Gradient Solver

mechanics

Institute and our rather fragile peace
C Zemfira through two speakers,
Where "Cochin, Kibel and Rose" - I do not idol,
But I wear the stigma of Fluid Mechanics.
And if to squeeze my weary day,
lavender dew there happen,
And a thousand one-night laziness
without SRT one attempts to learn.

I now weave pile rows
With hope in somebody once again.
And my source leaves in my same stock -
And the world, the dipole bend, is twofold.
I'm the same as the whole course,
And we do not know why it all.
Because the entropy does not try to taste
And late to turn back to the shop poets.

We learn, frantically bending,
the light bulb and rumbling laptop.
And it seems an eternity flashed past,
not moving stones of the three angles of science.
Reach, from the gray evening,
Instead of course - a bunch of new faces.
And the worst of his favorite dreams -
Sedov, one hundred and fifth page.