My acquaintance told me. She has been in divorce for a relatively long time, and has been dating a single cavalier for a couple of years. And here he made her an offer, and putting this case with fiction: on the birthday of her mother, i.e. in the presence of her parents, daughters and sisters gave a sign to the waiters, they brought a cake with a beautiful inscription with a glazure with the text of the proposal to marry him, and at the same time solemnly asked the parents the hand of their daughter.

People are already grown up, so Dasha did not immediately answer, took a break. The cake was partially eaten, and the main part with the untouched inscription was taken home and placed in the refrigerator.



Obviously, Dasha is all in thought, thoughts revolve around the proposition, there are many nuances and there is no decision to make. There is only a daughter, but the 17-year-old, for the role of the pencil in this matter is clearly not suitable.



The next evening they sit in the kitchen, are going to drink tea, Dasha is all in mind. Then the daughter asks:



You need it, is it an offer?



Here Dasha opens the gates, and she begins to share her thoughts on the subject. Her daughter interrupts her half-word:



The inscription on the cake! Can I eat it?

I visited one man today. The institution. Everything is serious: metal detector, thick glasses, video surveillance monitors. While one guard recorded the passport data, the other checked me with a handheld metal detector, simultaneously whispering the standard phrase: “Any prohibited, coil-cutting weapon is with you? “”

The correct answer was no, but some mood was a joke. The telegram, I say, is on the phone. And I smile.

A guard with a serious face.

and out.

I remember enrolled in the institute, I come for the first time at the gymnasium, and the first phrase I smiled from the teacher: "So, the norms - three bottles of cognac, you can run down with the whole group." Then he said it was a joke, but everyone immediately understood it. Fishermen are like that.

I had a client. Divorced from her husband, property has nothing to share, the only problem is that she took a consumer loan, with the funds of which a car was acquired. As long as they lived together - the loan continued to pay, and, remaining alone - does not pull.



I explained to her that in court, of course, you can file, but the husband is not a borrower, not a guarantor. He will say - I have not seen any credit in my eyes, I know nothing, and all, this is the end of the whole trial. We agreed that I will make a complaint, and already there, based on the answer, we will make a decision.



I send a complaint. The ex-husband personally answered. Such a winning look. And shouting - I'm not a fool there, I went to a big law firm, I was written a reply, fucking what the ex-wife will get!



I read. I did not understand. I read over. Again I did not understand. So and so, my wife took a loan for common purposes, etc. I fall into a light stupor. The answer was clearly not written by the man himself - he would not have written there literally. So what fucking thing is this law firm putting its client on the grandmother, acknowledging the fact of the loan?



And here it comes to me. If the answer meant - I don't know anything, I didn't see any loan, where my wife spent the money - I don't have the slightest idea, there would be no court, nothing. And so - the lawyers, where the man turned, created a client, ensuring a representation in the court. I put it on the grandmother.

In the course of training on the site, he was constantly confronted with the fact that some emergency pedestrians constantly cut the road through the car park, where driving students were trained. Given that everything was initially stressful, the suddenly drawing body caused a marked negative. Eventually, he could not stand and asked the auto instructor - which hero would they not put a fence? ! to

The answer killed - they are useful... the same idiots run across the roads and throw on the red under the wheels... it is better to get used to them from the site)

I was on a plane to Istanbul. The place was near the passage, on the left (at the window and in the middle) from me was a guy with a girl.

Bored, nothing to do, I decided to watch the movie on the screen built into the chair. I press my fingers, twist the list, select, here the guy on the left takes and turns off my screen.

I was so upset, sarcastically telling him, “Thank you,” he indulgedly said, “Not for nothing,” and turned to the girl.

I did not understand his actions at all, turned on the screen again and again began to select the movie and only then came to me that the screens in the seats are made so that the neighbor from his angle did not see that on the screen and he seems black. That is, the guy thought I was so dumb that I dumbly drive my fingers over the black screen trying to turn it on.

Very uncomfortable.

The bird of happiness was suspiciously blue.

Probably there was a need to share some drawings about the war that the people of our country experienced. I want to convey the visions of ordinary people, not the hairy memories of political workers or military leaders.
Gennady Semenovich Shcherbakov, captain of 2nd rank and commander of a large diesel submarine lived a bright life and shared his observations and memories as an illustration of the event.
In the mid-1960s, only twenty years after the end of the war and not all of the heroes were dismissed in the reserve and even on holidays in the DOF (House of Officers) Polar organized feasts. 9 May. The solemn lunch ended, the officers went out to smoke and with them the commander of the brigade (?) The submarines. They began to ask him to tell something about the war. He refused for a long time, but the young Zador won, and the boss surrendered. Here is his story:
I was in the dosage for two weeks. During this time, no German ships or transports have been detected. I return to the Polar and to me immediately, as soon as I landed, on board the submarine, the sharp guys in skins jumped in. They looked at everyone and asked me, "Comrade Commander, did you release a combat sheet in the sea?
I answer – no.
“Did the wall newspaper be released?”
Again I say no.
“That’s why, Comrade Commander, you didn’t find anyone.”
Overall, for ten days my nerves trembled until I went on a journey again. Two vehicles were drowned on this journey. Upon returning – I give two salps, I am met with a pig... Again appeared sharp guys in skins. And again they approach me with questions: "Comrade commander, did you release the combat sheet in the sea? I answer – no. “The wall paper has been released?” I say again – No. “Comrade Commander, Sometimes we do nonsense to do. You have to throw them, throw them.”
Everyone laughed, except the head of the department.
This is what happened in the polar.

and 1981:
1st The English prince married.
2nd Liverpool won the Champions League
Three The Pope was shot.

by 2005:
1st The English prince married.
2nd Liverpool won the Champions League
Three Pope of Rome died

by 2018:
1st The English prince is getting married
2nd Liverpool in the Champions League final
Three Someone should warn the father.

I will tell you how I, in my youth, lohanul, and you will judge.

So I met a girl. A couple of dates, mutual sympathy.

One day, she writes to me - lost the keys to the door, can I come after work, break the lock (I have to say, she told me that she got an apartment from her grandmother, in which she now lives, well, of course, there is everything old, including a wooden door, well, I spent it once)

I am a simple man. You have a task – it must be accomplished. One problem is I am a lawyer. The habit of working with the head. Do not break the door with your head. But there are friends...

I take a friend, he takes the necessary tool, we meet the girl (even then I noticed that she is darker than the cloud, but did not give importance), we go, and a friend breaks the door lock.

The second bell was also - the girl accompanied us quickly, without thanking or inviting.

Again, I missed that bell from my ears.

The next day, she said it was better for us to stay friends and not talk anymore.

Then I began to suspect. Subsequently, through acquaintances, I found out that this beautiful woman decided so cleverly to invite me, such as the keys found at the last moment, go for a vince to drink. And I came with a friend, I could not admit, in the end, the door also hurt.

My mother told.

of 1974. I am in second class.

The December. The frost.

Mom hopes up, looks at the clock, the time is ten minutes nine. I slept! I am late! I went to school at eight.

Mom brakes me, wakes me up, quickly clothes me up, puts my wallet in the hand, does not feed me, drives me to the class. All minutes for five. I went.

Mom at work for nine, brother in the kindergarten.

She does everything quickly, is about to go alone, goes to wake her brother and here her look falls on the clock. For some reason, they show ten minutes at twelve... It’s cold... She realizes that she sent an eight-year-old boy to school about two nights. On our watches the arrow was almost the same length and demand could easily be confused. You usually go to school in the winter when it’s still dark.

Generally speaking, when she caught me, I had gone through three quarters. I crossed three roads. I went through the MVD. Why hasn’t anyone ever noticed a lonely child with a wallet in his hand?

She told me about it after... eleven years. I do not remember that at all. Totally totally. All the days were normal – she got up at seven, ate breakfast, dressed up and went to school.

I seemed to have slept well all the way. And until now, if I fall asleep until I wake up by myself, waking up is unrealistic.