Aforism is a philosophical treatise from which water has been pressed.

I decided here to get rid of the neighbor with a drill and wrote on the wall between the floors: "Gena, I'm pregnant" (his name is Genoa), now it doesn't drill, but it would be better to drill because his wife drills the second day so that the perforator is flowers! and. and.

No team will be able to send the Russian national team home.

As a child, when there were strong frosts, on the way to music school found a frozen vortex.

I’ve heard that fish can live up even if they’re frozen in the ice.



He stuck the bird in the backpack, went with him to school, came home and put it on the battery to unfreeze.

I tried to revive him for two days until my mother began to look for the source of the smell.

Then I decided to become a doctor.

I take a passenger home.

Can I congratulate you?

P: It is too early. Preservation for now. A little worried.

I: It will be okay. The boy will grow, will wear - you will not catch!

P is 😉 thank you! I still worry, even though I already have six children.

I: This is yes! All from one woman?

P: No...

I: Of the two? ...

Q: No...

I am:... of three? ......

A: No... No...

They write about their fathers.

I’m lucky with my father. very very. He was strict, he was little spoken, he was even harsh. I was the sixth child, the youngest son. It turned out to be the most favorite.

It all became clear later, many years later, as a father did not become. Coming to my mom, snacking my mom’s cakes, drinking tea with blenders, my mom and I often sat talking, remembering all sorts of ancient stories. So began to reveal some interesting moments... there were many of them, I will tell about two.

The first case.

Immediately after school, in order to become independent faster, and not to burden my parents, I decided to enter a military school. Decided and done. became a sergeant. The salary of a student is 5 rubles, the salary of a sergeant is 7. You need to buy seams, pencil, notebook, paste, shorter soap and writing and teaching. There were hardly any cakes and drinks.

Mom once apologized: I apologize for not being able to help you during your studies, not sending money, not sending packages.

I say, how did they not send? I received 10 rubles each month.

My father was a teacher. It turned out that he managed to send me money from his salary for 4 years.

The second case.

I collected old photos and letters with my mother. Here is a postcard from you for March 8. Indeed, from me, on March 8th, only without the marks and handwriting of my father...

He loved his mother too...