Auto school in Krasnoyarsk punished after a graduate fatal accident
In addition, the management of the firm did not check whether their teachers were previously convicted and this point was not taken into account in the rules of the internal regulations.
The comments:
Q: What does this have to do with the judgment of the auto school? Is this a school for minors?
Bourgeois: And the convicted can teach badly. This is at the detriment of society. This is a very serious topic.
Lady GaGa: And what do we now do with previously convicted officials?
Von Bourbon: Not allowed to work in auto schools, right?

David Sijakhov: Even the walls hear, but if they respond, it’s already bad

> that in such a state I am like a matte jewel

It was the mother's eggs :) And the matte eggs live in the gym, under matte carpets. Lurk teaches you, teaches you, no-hu-yachesky does not mean.

In the second grade, he extinguished a fire on the stairs into the basement, filling it with leaves. I was accused of firing.

Soryan for Offtopic

In "Ironia of fate", Zhenya Lukashin and his bride Gal were invited to the New Year to some Catanians, but then decided to meet him together (which also, however, failed).

The last replica of Galli in their joint Moscow scene was - "Beyond!", in response to Zeni's dissatisfaction, which did not work well with the Catania.
If the story had turned differently—or more precisely, if life had disputed with art and won on the part of entertainment—the couple would have gone to the Catania.

And Zhenya and Gal would learn a lot of interesting things.
For example, about Sophia Loren, Love of Orlova, Faina Ranevskaya, Mironova and Menaker, Maya Plysetskaya, Nonna Mordyukova, Innocenty Smokutnovsky, Rina Green and even about Mayakovsky and Lila Brik, with whom was married Vasily Katanyan the Elder.
And Vasily Katanyan, Jr., could have introduced them to Eldar Ryazanov, one of his closest friends, who bragged about mentioning Katanyanov in his films.

and in vain,
I am 31, brother 35. We have families, children. We both get mothered, brother smokes, and both modems allow themselves to drink sometimes. But parents still don’t know that. When I’m asked why I don’t smoke, I say I can’t. As soon as my mother came to visit my brother, and he came from work with the smell of alcohol, the employee was there, so my mother began to argue, picked up things and left.
We just respect our parents.

Because they do not respect you.

All three control modules on the 787 can reboot spontaneously if not turned off for 22 days.
Mikhail Klimov: the thing is that the modules are reserved
This is why 3
but a scenario when all are not available at the same time - I'm not sure what is envisaged. The question is how long the reboot lasts and what the result is.
If you need to press any key from the console cable
This is a great Hollywood film.
How a Boeing contractor – some honeywell – hired a poor Hindu freelancer
Download the Node.js module from NMP.
He fed a large family.
And now the plane got up and got it all out, and we need a rescue hacker in the blind glasses.
which will be thrown with the rs232-usb switch to the wing but it will break, and the passengers bond the necessary cable from the old siemens a35 and the wire mount from the grandmother's cardiostimulator, which is old and it doesn't matter and she is the type of victim

Dialogue on the harm of GMOs with a religious adept (laughably twice):

XX: - GMOs are dangerous because the absorbed protein is embedded in the human code. This has long been proven. Interference in the nature of the living is contrary to the will of the Creator.

WOW: In what way? Who has proved?
Take as an example simple toilet paper and modified, multi-layer, treated with a flavor. Which paper would you like to use? What harm can a modified paper bring if you, after use - throw it away? Also modified protein: after the body uses its beneficial substances - is discarded.

XX: The paper is a good example. You won’t deny that when you use fragrance paper, the smell of your ass changes? Even after you’ve thrown that paper.)

WOW: A good example. You’re not going to claim that the molecules of the smell are embedded in the genetic code of your ass? To test this, it is enough to conduct a small, simple and absolutely free experiment: stop using modified multi-layer fragrance paper for a while. Go to the posthumous, orthodox cardboard. Or quit the paper at all. And you will be surprised how quickly the smell of your divine ass will return to the original set by the Creator in the silent settings.

I tend to fix the meaning of interdomentia behind the writing of blasphemy, and the meaning of the writing of blasphemy behind the writing of substance. I don’t hear the same connotations in the word shit as in the word shit. Writing through T better expresses all the pain, bitterness, annoyance and confusion that sounds in the interdomain than writing through D, which, though rude, calls a dishonest woman.

to students. Don’t be interested in Matt. It becomes addictive and ceases to serve as anesthetic.

An advertisement was placed at the exit of the subway. The man in the costume of a giant cup of coffee must distribute the flyers. I go to the subway, there are no flashes. Like the hand in the glass. As I move past the advertiser, the limb with a cigarette is pulled out of the hole for the hand, scratching the ashes and diving back. Even coffee has bad habits.

and greymage:

Sony sent me a special offer: an MP3 player for 99 990 rubles and headphones to it for 139 990 rubles. Without any diamonds. There is no platinum either. But an aluminum body and some stiff condenser. Probably this condenser can be used in gauss cannon pumping systems, otherwise I am just confused.

You can also get a discount of 10,000 rubles. Nobody wants a discount on such a wonderful set with a condor for gauss guns?

In general, I am not ready; but, as they say, thank you for the offer.

Empty refrigerator is the best way to lose weight.

The Christmas story.
Readers with a strong anti-American allergy may prefer to refrain from reading history.
The Christmas season is in its height, music on the radio is typical for this time of year, the people of the Christmas tree pulls home, parties, mornings.
That’s all that reminded me that ten years ago I was destined to be there.
The real Santa Claus.
The story begins, like all my stories, in the hospital, or rather in the wake-up room, where we hand over our patients to nurses after anesthesia.
I’ve done it all by routine.
With my back, but I feel – the tension grows from behind, I hear trouble.
I turn — a boy of 10 years, a thin blonde, after a petty surgery with anesthesia — runs into a real epileptic seizure.
I get into the situation - I am the only doctor there at the time, we quickly set up all anti-epileptic measures for him, the people ran for help, the boy finished shaking, came to consciousness.
I continue to drop his medication, I drop my schedule on colleagues, I only deal with them.
Epilepsy history - no, the first case with witnesses.
We call Mommy - a tortured young woman with three children, all younger than her brother, he is older.
I reassure my mom - I begin to ask her, it turns out - he had moments of silence and absence, as if... showed a neurologist? No, did not get, like the pediatrician sent, there was no time, alone at home, husband in Iraq.
On the phone with the child's pediatrician - the dristun was found, refused to approach from the office - uncomfortable to him in the hospital with a critical patient, you see, not trained.
is lying. I sent him polite...
Give me the tube of the pediatrician of intensive care of a large hospital - that clearly got into the situation - a critical patient in a small hospital without a pediatric intensive care - transfer to me, I send a pediatric resuscitation brigade for transportation, lasting an hour and a half-two before their arrival. Fu, it was allowed - treatment agreed with him by phone.
I go to the family - the mother in panic, what to do with other children - to go with them or leave here, the question - with whom?
Unknown to me, someone has already notified the officer to help the families of military personnel.
Approaches me a man - in the state, a major - very pleasant, how can I help?
I tell the situation - the mother breaks in pieces, the child is translated.
Yes is. Go back, doctor, to the child, I will work on a plan for help.
I reassure my mom - the help came, and the child is better, completely hesitated - while hesitated.He has to go through a lot of different examinations, in intensive therapy to lie down - until Christmas, and possibly longer.
I thought it was like Christmas, brother.
The officer worked quickly and efficiently - the children are taken by the neighbor on the base, the mommy can go with the patient. It seems all...
not all.
He calls me aside, I need to talk.
The command of the base contacted the head of the child’s father in Iraq.
He wants to talk to you.
It brings a phone - I have not seen such - a strange look, satellite, something.
I take the phone – I hear it well, by the way – general.
Tell me about the situation, please.
He has two questions for me. First, how serious and unstable is the situation? Very serious and incomprehensible - until pediatric neurologists set up treatment, we translate it into pediatric intensive therapy. So the second question is, how necessary is the presence of the father?
How much will it affect the treatment?
I thought for a moment about the worst behind me.
On the other hand, the tortured mother will break between the children and the hospital – 50 miles from us, not close.
And Christmas will be more fun for my patient.
The benefit will be enormous, I think its presence is extremely desirable.
I will ask you, doctor, to go and announce to the family and the boy that the father will be with them in 20 hours.
He said goodbye and asked to send the phone to the mayor.
I flew to the man - he was very happy, the eyes glittered, the mother translated the spirit.
I personally led a brigade with the patient to the exit, my mom hugged me and I said goodbye to my patient.
So I seemed to have visited Santa Claus for this child.
Happy holidays!! to

He is a wicked man from the morning. With his wife quarreled, the daughter yesterday again brought a couple from school, cold on the street...
It looks like a Mercedes is moving at a huge speed. He stops the car and begins to scream at the driver:
Oh you, your mother! Why did you decide not to observe the speed, carrying on the opposite? Were the rules not for you? Documents here, quickly
The crippled and pale driver stretches out his documents, which the haishnik immediately tears, throws him back into the salon, spit in his face and shouts: "March after me, goat!" He moves toward a patrol car.
Then the policeman looks around, looks at the Mercedes number signs and notices the AMR series with horror.
He immediately turns, approaches the driver and begins to excuse himself:
- Sorry, I don't know what happened to me... From the morning the day didn't happen, and don't worry about the rights, I will make new ones for you, tomorrow!
The driver wiping the sweat off his forehead:
Fuck them with their rights! I almost had a heart attack! I thought the power had changed.

Opened a group with music, I see, an album under which a lot of likes. Well, I think I should try. And not really bad.
I started reading comments:
“I didn’t think I would face the problem of having my first album on the net a day before it was released on iTunes and VC. Polish, of course, but it’s a wild shit."

You are fucking yourself:

A ton of watt under normal conditions is about 6 Newtons lighter than a ton of iron.

What to fuck? How is it, smart man? Is it different for cotton than for iron? How does it depend on temperature and pressure?

Je - it does not depend, and no one cancelled Archimedes' power.