On Kashirskoe highway he is taking the exam - 8

(Передалано с песни "Hotel California" Eagles)

On Kashirskoe highway cool wind in my hair,
Warm smell of reactor"s rising up through the air.
Up ahead in the distance I saw a shimmering light,
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim, - I had one exam to fight.

There he stood in the doorway, I heard the lesson bell,
And I was thinking to myself: "...Might be "halyava" or might be hell!"
Then he gave up my question and he showed me the way
There were vioces in the corridor - I thought I heard them say:

"Be the function double differential, it might have two terms [Mr. Taylor said] of the series."
Many of applications has this formula.You must keep in mind [mustn"t to forget] any time of years!

My mind is finally twisted, he"s got two questions put by,
He knows a lot of dreadful formulas, may ask till night.
How they look written down! Like a crocodile!
Some have to remember, some have to derive.

So, I called up the Professor: "Please, I"m ready to die!"
- "[Well] we haven"t had dead students here since nineteen sixty-nine"
And still those voices are prompting from far away
(Wake me up in the middle of the night, I"d be ready to say):

"Be the function double differential, it might have two terms [Mr. Taylor said] of the series."
They"ve learned this all up from the seventeenth"s century. There to suffer from [subject to regret] is for many years.

Such a kind of feeling: time is almost up [and he said:]
"You are all like prisoners here of your own device!"
Then in the teacher"s chambers they gathered for the feast,
They chattered with their steely teeth of who went better as like a beast

Last thing I remembered, I was running out the door,
I had to get myself just slept out, never waking up any more.
"Relax! - Said my old friend, - We are having mind to keep,
And must get ready for another fight, but you can never sleep!"