Ирчестер КП

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IT'S A SHAME TO BE BRITISH!

When I became a student at my first institute, I had to visit this library very often, several times a week, to prepare for seminars. We worked, as a rule, in the department of scientific literature. Since I was studying at the faculty of economics of health care, literature was quite rare. I could only work with it in the hall - only some textbooks were allowed to be taken home on bail. Well, you could make photocopies, but libraries usually did not make them cheap. Besides, I was already working for a master nuring paper writing service - I was doing academic papers, so from time to time I had to visit the research writing department as well. But the most interesting part of my contact with this library probably began when I went to university getting a second degree, which I had dreamed of since childhood. Now I had to visit this library quite often and work a lot in the reading room, doing numerous tests and preparing for sessions. But I already had a digital camera, and I could at least take pictures of the pages of books instead of copying them "by hand". There were many pleasant autumn evenings, which I spent in the reading room in a rather cozy atmosphere. The room was rarely crowded, the more comfortable it was to study.