I am a single father. In 1993, after the divorce, he remained with his little son in his arms, well, and went away, smelled and worked wherever possible.

For those who do not remember those years, I will say that there has been no such ass in our country since 1945. Work was as a gift of God, and salary in general seen by few lucky people. I worked at a poultry factory, first as a slug, and then as an electrician, I received a boiler (chickens in the amount of 12 kg) and could collect products under the salary in the buffet. They also needed “live money.” That’s why I had to crack again.

This continued for several years. Sometimes I was so tired that I forgot to eat. Despite my age, I knew I was doing my best.

And this morning, on my rare weekend, I woke up with a son standing at the door of my room. He was seven years old then. I see he was waiting for me to wake up, and I wonder:

Son, what are you?

He is pleased:

Dad, I have prepared your breakfast!

After this news, my dream disappeared. Agree, for a seven-year-old boy cooking breakfast is not a very usual activity.

We went to the kitchen, and there in the plate was a real egg with sausages and a glass of tea.

Nothing that sausages he burned right in cellophane, and the eggs embossed well very cool. Everything was delicious, even sausages.

The tea was strong and sweet.

It was the best breakfast in my life.



Sasha is cooking fantastic. Sometimes his dishes cause questions to me, but here’s what he inherited the culinary abilities of his grandmother, grandfather and hopefully mine – that’s true.

My wife left me because I was panic and paranoid.

UPD: No, she just went out for the mail.

Regardless of how the Russian state is reformed, it is still the Moscow Empire.

Baroness and Cossacks

I went to the electric shop for a lamp.
Within the people there were a few, five people in all, but only two of them can be called characters. The first character is a lady (with, not by age, straight back) standing at the box office. Running forward, I admit that I envy her friends and acquaintances, because they have the opportunity and pleasure to communicate with such an extraordinary person. Dressed she was shameless and somewhat old-fashioned: a dark dress to the floor, a silver brochure, a small riddle, a ring cloth in her hand and a hairstyle like the lady from the Chekhov stories. In the theatre hall, no one would pay attention to it, but in the electric goods store, it looked like a wooden rope in Silicon Valley. The age of the lady was difficult to determine, maybe 61, or all 79. The hell knows her. In one thing I now have no doubt that she has a secret family recipe, according to which she makes a tincture and takes it one teaspoon on an empty stomach, every two hundred years.

The second prominent character in the store was a bearded Cossack studying a window with wires. The Cossack was dressed simply and with taste: shoes, a sporting suit, and on his head a carakle hat-cube. On the street was hot under thirty, so the face of the Cossacks from under the hat flowed courageous streams of sweat.
The cashier for some reason for a short time got out of the box and the turn spread throughout the store. There is only a mysterious lady left.
I approached her and asked:

Are you in the box? I will be after you.

She sneered and, pointing to the side of the Cossacks, replied:

- I have to warn you that the gentleman in the winter hat was behind me.

Everyone in the store exploded with a wild whistle, including me.
Kazak was obviously offended, he pulled his chest forward and said strictly:

My grandmother is not your winter hat, I am a Cossacks!

The lady pretended to be surprised and replied:

Who could think? and Kazak. What a sweet coincidence, your nobility, you are a Cossacks and I am a Baroness.
I am a Cossacks without coincidence. I understand!? I can’t see anything on the hat.? to
“Well, don’t get angry, pigeon, on the hat, so on the hat, Cossacks, so Cossacks. But I am older than you in age and rank, so I will allow myself to give you a little life advice: if you suddenly get bored of being a Cossack and you want to be called, say, a pearl hunter, then one swimming cap will not be enough, you will still have to dive for a pearl.

A man in a winter hat spotted the lady with a glance, splintered inside and, without waiting for the cashier, proudly left the store, lying with invisible spurs on his shoes.

Putin has appointed Mutko for construction and now chooses who to appoint in the government for science - Valueva or Poklonskaya.

I go, I mean, on the street... The sun shines, the birds sing... And my teacher, with whom I was in a great relationship, goes to meet me... He also saw me... I greet him:

Hi Valery Ivanovich.

Hello to Niaveika. Why have you not been to my class for a long time?

Dick, I’ve been studying for two years.

Valery Ivanovich withdraws from poker.