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تم بناء المبنى التعليمي الخامس عشر لمعهد البوليتكنيك البيلاروسي (الآن BNTU) في عام 1983 ، وقد حصل على لقب "السفينة" بسبب هندسته المعمارية غير العادية. وقد دخل بحق قائمة مناطق الجذب في العاصمة البيلاروسية.

What shoul I say in this post? Something philosofic, that would in one time include wisdom, joy and sadness. But that’s too much for me, especially now after drinking so much (healing morning-bottle of beer helped a little). That’s why I will stop on sadness. Especially because yestarday was only joy. Sadness is that that was the last time. Not the diploma protection, not the day I get it, not the days when we all was running arount university classes with this damn list of what we probably must return to university (books, money, etc). Now, as they said, the grown-up and very serious life begins. And I hope that saying “serious” they didn’t mean everyday routing.

Saying good bye to guys. Not everyone do the same, ofcause. Someone will continue his study in Master’s Degree Programm, someone live near by someone, but I, for sure, will say good bye for everyone. And that is sad too. Like in school was sad not about leaving school, but about leaving classmates, now in university I have the same situation. I never liked studying process, so farewell with it most easily. And I wish the same for my classmates too. Also wish them to be lucky on their way. We all have choosen not the most easy road. Civil Engineer is very responsible profession. And I hope that non of us will ever be put on trial because of our mistakes.

I don’t see much sence in speaking much about graduation party, because, after all, it’s very typical event, wich everyone had or will have. I drank 54 degree rum, they feed us very well, have shown fireworks, singed a songs, took photos. We danced much and long, leaving building only to correct the breath and to cool down a little, because inside was very hot. Outside, by the way, before the night came - too. We were leaving the party by a taxi. I fell asleep.