So it happened that in the entrance of my mother settled one of the most successful entrepreneurs in our area. Well he bought two apartments on the same staircase, well the door steep set. Nothing – everybody was silent.

And then he decided to repair the entire entrance "a little bit".

"Light" suspects underneath itself plastic windows, the entrance door to the entrance for a few thousand euros. The keys were all distributed. Postcards on the latest word of fashion, everywhere cameras. The plate is new. The stucco is new (old, Soviet, was broken down).

And this entrepreneur made one single mistake.

He hanged a sign at the entrance: the repair at the entrance was done at the expense of the IP.

What started here. The first appeal to the court was of a character: what a right this IPeshnik had to change the entrance door! ? to The wood was closer to my heart. Well, and the second door that is in the basement: why it is glass! ? to

The last complaint was to the prosecutor’s office. I read it because a young girl was going through the apartments to collect signatures. 15 pages on both sides. What were they complaining about? To the fact that we lived in the shit, and here some of our entrance made unrecognizable.

I remember coming to my mother for lunch, climbing up to the fifth floor, and on the fresh patch the shit is melting, some blood is melting. It feels like it’s a signature, but it’s a signature. I was ashamed, even though I did not.

My mother has a cage in the basement next to this IP. There are a lot of machines installed there, and I like to master something there. was somewhere there. And suddenly I hear: boom!

That same drunken singer is mounting in his own door of the basement.

I use it, I ask, what are you cuddling?

- Yes, I just asked, he replied, the more people I try to do good, the more they want to me.

And the mounting on the door of his basement is a hook.

I’m not saying I fully understand it, but in part yes. Money is not everything. Our Buddhist society will not accept anyone. No one who is not part of them.

If you are lost in the forest and do not know where the sides of the light are, quickly cut a tree. The annual rings are thinner on the north side.

People, have you ever thought about how many taxes each of us is paying to our country?
I somehow counted.
Growthfully speaking, I came to the grocery store to buy. I have a sin, I eat sometimes. And even (thinking) a few times a day. Sometimes I also drink it. When coffee, and when beer with water.
So, I gave in the box for the purchased, for example, 5000 rubles.
What does it mean?
That food I got in the best case for 2500 rubles - half of the paid. And in the worst - and generally rubles for 500.
Where is the rest? All for him, his homeland.
Why is?
And because the second half is the taxes that are paid on this goods. Manufacturers, processors, carriers, sellers and a bunch of other people. All these costs were eventually included in the price of the goods. Which I bought, refunding them all that I paid.
Who paid all these taxes? 100 Years Without Communism. The “Incorporate Chest” shop? The red network?
No FIGH – I pay for everything in the end.
And how much?
Yes, one VAT - 18% (and soon 20 already). At least 180 rubles. for every thousand.
Plus taxes on profits, land, property, on photography and the hell knows how much more.
That is why I say that at least half of the price of a commodity is not a commodity, but a trail to the state.
Alcohol is even better. The cost of a liter of vodka is 40 rubles. (20 r. for 0.5). The minimum price is 0.5 - about 200 r. 10 times more. Where is the difference? In the budget. 180 r. from each batch.
That is, having arranged a banquet for 1 litre. vodka with a snack of prosthenka - I will give the state 360 rubles for this lunch. for alcohol and another 500 rubles with each spending a thousand for a snack. That is, I eat - I drink less than half of what I spend. for once. and constantly.
This is despite the fact that my salary has already been withheld and income tax (aga, the smallest - only 13%) and contributions to funds (aga, and retirement too - despite the fact that my pension is not on the go).
Everyone pays taxes twice or even three times. For themselves - NDFL, PF and so on. “For that guy” – for all manufacturers-suppliers-sellers. Fuel taxes are not forgotten either.
And the pensioners too. They have everything in chocolate. At first, they disappeared for 40 years at factories and in the fields. How much for this time built - 30 years can not be broken (neither in the flower plant to cut, nor in the winter cherries to rebuild). Then for this they received a pension (few who have more than 15,000 r. per month - that is, 500 r. per day). Of this money, half is paid back in the form of taxes (calculation above) - that is, they spend a maximum of 7 thousand on themselves. And the TADAM!! - They then all kinds of slugs pour their thumbs into their ears on the topic "it is shameful to be a retired at 60 years, you eat the state."
Give it up!

And here two questions arise.

First, why am I paying for this? What does all that codla (pu, me, all kinds of deputies, officials and others) do to me so good for all this money?
In fact, they explain to me for my money that I am alive, only by their mercy. And the pension is not earned by me and given to the PF, but only their mercy. The state is paying - and could not pay - and it is paying, so it does a gracious service.
They didn’t kill me, they didn’t rob me because of them. What, the bottles in the ass even the bandits in the 90s did not steal the enemies? Well, our pursuits are not bandits, we need to understand.
They fight terrorism without laying hands. True, I do not need any terrorist - at my death, he will only spend a bomb (poison, bullet, etc.), but he will not be able to earn anything.
What else do they do? Everything is like. Not in the sense of “everything is done” but in the sense that “the list is finished”.

And then the second question arises immediately - am I not paying for all this? And all of us?
The situation is beginning to develop badly. Almost as 100 years ago.
And so many people have endured - endured, and then... remember what happened. It brought neither happiness nor health.

In the competition for the title "idiot of the year" with a big break won Valer.
He bought for 150 thousand seats in line for the iPhone. I wanted to sell him. No one bought the place.
Valera had no money for the iPhone, so he just went in and went out!

It was a few years ago, I was looking for a manager in the development department, the director of which I was.



Two candidates attended the meeting. One I liked, the other not. Here is this second just somehow completely disliked, the unclear appearance of a silver official, uncertainty, the northern "blowing" accent, lack of profile experience. I did not doubt the choice. Write resolutions on summaries, give it to the secretary, you put it in the frame - contact the candidate you liked and hire him. What a surprise I was when the second one came out!



I lost the gift of speech at first. I moved to watch and realized that the fool himself and confused the resume, in the frames sent with his resolution wrong. But what to do now? The man has already worked, signed all the papers, himself is ready for battle, looks clear in anticipation of the introduction. You can’t say to him, “Sorry, the mistake came out, we didn’t want to hire you.” Shaking my heart, I decided to spend some time on training a person and see what will happen. And you know what? We worked with him for almost 4 years and he was the best manager in the entire team! He turned out to be so cool that I still regret he had to move to another city and I couldn’t work with him any longer. What am I for now?



It is banal that in our lives a lot is made up of coincidences and mistakes that grow into victories. Give people a chance!