How then we visited with my husband in the cultural capital, descended in the metro "Gostinny dvor", and there, near the door, a man with a stunning view of everyone approaching the glass doors of the entrance to the metro gently whispered - "Lord, I rush to report, but the station of the metro "Gostinny dvor" is closed, please, go there and there, there will be another station, carefully, please, yes, left, there to the right and go out to another station", we, of course, obediently turned, and went where he said, but I still - "This is all of course great, but why does the bomzh tell us about this?"

When I was young, I worked as a tokar, and we were arranged in the shop of a guy, a little younger than me. And when we went after the shower, all the robots squeezed a little from his scars. They started from the tip of the fingers of the right leg and ended at the right ankle, a special treach was in the area of the abdomen, on the right side, as if in the tank burned, as in the movies show. After work, all to the barbecue, to the beer, there and there, well, and this guy does not break away from the group. Everyone, of course, is interested in asking, but somehow uncomfortable, so we drink in silence, smoke, wait for jokes. And here he himself, told me, where do these scars come from? I see that everyone is interested. Further from his words. I studied in the trail for a tractor driver, and in the third year I was sent to a local collegiate farm to practice. The colloquial was modernized, modern tractors were purchased and an accessory to them. I went to clean the potatoes. The tractor John Deer, and a healthy combo attached to it, runs on the bars, gathers potatoes, boots in one direction, land back on the grass, clean potatoes in the bunker. The bottva was separated from the potatoes and passed through two opposite rotating screws. And whether some technology was disrupted, or the combination was incorrectly configured, they were constantly stuck. Here is the tractorist and sent me up the combine, pushing the boat into the slides. He gave me a stick of 2 meters, and if, fucking, it fell, at least once stuck, you will scratch the shit!!! And as a preaching, I put a fist at my squeezing nose, which blocked my sight... Well, I stumbled up with a wild cane, and we mocked. Botwa immediately started to get stuck, I infused the sticks 3 times, and it was safely eaten by the combine, snacking everything with the same bottle. And here, in fear of the future, I hadn’t come up with anything better than pushing this green mass with my foot. It was delayed instantly, it was not painful, it was mouthwashed so that the tractorist in the cabin heard it immediately. I was removed for two hours from the sink, there was no pain, an ambulance arrived, the anesthesia was wild, I felt nothing. When removed, placed on the legs, the right leg was placed on the back of the body in the area of the abdomen, the tissue on the stomach and told the left hand to press, or the intestines will fall out. They said that I would stay without a leg, my bones were very broken. The surgeon swallowed, the skin was transplanted where it was missing, the chief traumatologist, grandfather old, said to save the leg, and saved. He himself did the operation to install the apparatus of Ilizarov, he was held by two people under his hands, and he did... This is the story.

I have a friend who lives in the Urals. I am in Moscow. This summer, on a train, transit through the capital, he went to Karelia. I met him at the station. Not to say that he was an avid fisherman, but he caught a whip with him. I hz where he took it and as a carrier - bamboo, a meter under three lengths, not foldable, without a booth, with a huge red homemade float of feathers, such a feeling that since the times of the USSR somewhere in the garage rolled. A little bit of life. He told me that he met the lady on the Internet - there is still a lot of time before the train, so now he will go to her for a date. Well, goodbye, so goodbye - go to the storage chamber to take away. I do not remember the exact amounts, but he was asked twice as much for the negabarit wretch, and he stood up, pulled the money and decided not to give it. How, I say, will you go on a date with her? Nothing terrible though.

Nothing terrible, nothing so.

I called him in a month. As I rested, I say, as with that girl - what happened?

I rested the norm. And with the girl nothing special, we walked through the center for a few hours and that’s all. Without the continuation. Strange is something...

If a man comes from a monkey, then the official comes from a rat.

The Cecha office. One of the officer's aunt's ear was chested deep inside. To eliminate the itching, she pushed a ball pen into the ear canal and started to spin there, but suddenly the pen cap remained somewhere in the depths of the ear. Attempts to extract a piece with a finger are futile - it doesn't even get close. Panic, whispering, screaming, child screaming on the lawn. Aunt all in tears went to the hospital, the other officers sympathize and condolences. And then the deputy head of the equipment shop breaks away from his papers and proposes to push the pen back into the ear and rotate in the opposite direction. The technical solution turned out to be correct - the pen was again assembled together and was pulled out. There was calm in the office.

The artists on the Blue Light are divided into two categories: who is it? Is he still alive?