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Carl, Clara, and Fibonacci numbers: a poem, which is not the end of the Fibonacci numbers - it's such a sequence in which each successive number is the sum of the two preceding vile numbers. That is, if the first take-1, then it is 0 +1 = 1, then - 1 +1 = 2, then 2 +1 = 3, then 3 2 = 5 and later 5 +3 = 8 5 8 further = 13, and there are already 13 +8 = 21 and so on. It is clear, right? Carl Clara stole corals and Clara Carl stole the clarinet ... Everyone knows this tongue twister. But not everyone knows that in the Soviet journal "Pioneer" for 1987 ( 9) was a continuation of this tragic story, too, in the verse, and our heroes have become kinder and to engage in their noble deeds is the Fibonacci numbers. The magazine verse ends with the line in which the next number to 21. As you know, we are in the verses that he likes zarifmuem. One day, as you know, I even odnogruppnitsy control on medicine written in verse. And now my friend and carminative dzmitrykashlach, known stihoslozhitelem, decided vile to continue this poetic sequence that was interrupted more than a quarter century ago. We wrote his rhymed lines at a time and come down to just a twentieth of the Fibonacci series, but it took effort not less than the cost of our heroes. But just see what we have! Carl Clara stole corals and Clara Carl stole the clarinet ... (Hereinafter - the poetry of the journal "Pioneer") Once Clara gave him a box of hand soap; thought, Karl sent an answer to empty a bag of chocolates. Then soften Clara sent two balloons, But Charles had sent her, kinder, three new card suit of clubs. And thanks to Clare came five mittens vile single, as a symbol of friendship Karl in response Sends eight different sandals. Deeply moved, sent Clara Thirteen pipes for the samovar, and with tears in Charles sent ... Twenty-one knee shaft. Now - co-creation and dzmitrykashlach incopolis: Happy Clara parcel vile collected 34 pounds of fat. Carl was not in debt to Clara: From left post 55 lobsters. 89 milk chocolates Clara packs in dense cake. Charles can not be caught by surprise: 144 sent her cakes. Wondering Clara, but soon found two hundred and thirty-three vile left sock. (233) Seven times eleven vile and three times on one of Crispy wafers sent sheets. (377) Double-three hundred and ten pounds off from the courier. vile Will arrive in the afternoon. (610) Thirteen subtracted from thousands of pots - Balance left with the icebreaker "Sedov". vile (987) Forty-two (minus three) Sent Clara ceremonial pants. (1,597) Karl sent in a van cans - Two thousand and five hundred eighty-four. All day long labored maid - No more space Clara in the apartment. (2,584) Clara went on wholesale basis and ordered Charles to send a total number of ripe watermelons at once - The cube sixteen plus vosemsyat five. (4,181) Carl is in retaliation decided to send beads - All night long he continued to believe in the shipping carton and carved "Sixty-seven hundred sixty five" (6.765) In this our heroes in exhaustion ceased to send their gifts. Evil tongues say that they just felt sorry for sending the money, and the limit on the value of the received parcels of 120 euros a month without having to pay for customs clearance in Belarus so far no one has repealed. And the song does not end! Connect the wonderful Mary prosto_marija, slightly, however, breaking the rhythm: Clara loved Charles for dinner I sent two biscuits vile plus nine hundred and twelve dozen. (10.946), vile who will take up about 17,711 lines of writing? It seems pretty simple little number came out, it's easy rhyme.
Uh, under the latest chetyrehstishiyami I do not subscribe (libel and perjury!): Charles I as much money never given. But maybe someone of prochitateley this post wants to continue stihoryad?
Continue, continue on!
And what about the sequences in our game was a mystery: What will end this sequence? By B Z Uh ...? Mind you, not google!
Clara loved Charles for dinner I sent two biscuits plus nine hundred and twelve dozen. (10946)