the daughter of the hungarian king matis, kormina, shook a poor cholecivindian gentry, krugomskaya, oronly one december, an episode of craving for science i tore off from the spars of the outflow to gorskoye the king, matvey korvin , any kind of music, poetry, from the astronomer schubert, from a gypsy about grandmothers of any dabodiazhennost and inability to be forged by the accepted sound zus pominov sophia kovalevskaya dad sophia didn’t have a shower of matrices over the years in eight years of hatni, and she passed the full course of the gymnasium about jim and the men who had already taken tats were laid out urgently. and what is the share of the universities of the russian empire in the hoteljatom was strictly tainted, and the ductation was turned off for the lads. it was only possible to end up at nsu by tying up, and the lions to go there, it’s not like that, they just called, eighteen. sophia is getting married. i am her guard, already a led geologist and zoologist vladimir kovalevsky on a podshad. it was a parasitic sloop. who knows god, that he was the first to grow up with