My grandmother was born shortly before the war. She became the third child in the family. When the war began, she became ill, she was placed in a hospital, treated for a long time and even sent by plane to a distant city for surgery. Her mother did not return to the hospital. It sounds awful, but I will not write about the reasons for this. I want to tell you, from my grandmother’s words, one story. The grandmother was 3 or 4 years old, and they with the children and an educator from the children's home returned from the river, where they were swimming. Summer, hot, wet children walk along the dusty road that leads through the field. And the grandmother shattered her legs to blood because of the wet floats, and walked behind everyone and quietly cried. At that time, alongside the children on the same river went the company (?) The soldier, and one soldier noticed the crying girl, and when he found out why, he got a nose cloth and bound her wounds on her legs so that they didn't crack on each other. The grandmother still remembers the motif (drawing) on that nasal wrap, and in her youth she often wrapped it on her wipes.

Beginning of the 90s. The ruble jumps like a roast. I work in a cottage. Parallel to me, in one of the rooms, a man works, a stove (so he called himself), puts a fireplace. My name is Sergey, 50+ years old. Furniture in the third generation. It works carefully, not in a hurry. A fireplace with expressions. I wonder, on smoking, at lunch, I approach, I wonder what and how. Sergey is not “thirsty,” he tells, shows, explains. The young man! (I even remember what I recorded, mostly the proportion of the fireplace.) Naturally, the conversation also came about the price, in that troubled and difficult time. Sergey and then did not "break" and reject, but said straight and simply:

- You won't believe the Obserwator, but the price I have is still Soviet - 2 TONNES OF BENSIN... Gasoline is liquid, but in our country it is the hardest currency!

I, when I lived in the new building, on the 22nd floor, heard how on the 20th floor the sugar in tea (or coffee) was mixed! On 23, the neighbor narcissist was there, and his mushroom was constantly playing very quietly, and some of the compositions I liked were chassameled from the phone. A neighbor from the 21st floor came to work at 5.45. And they had sex, up to 5.50, then cries with morbidities up to 6.10, and at 6.15 she went to work, and you could sleep in silence. And on January 1, at 8.30 a.m., a fool began to hike with a perforator on the 6th floor. It was unforgettable. They almost shot each other. Beyond his floor - the neighboring apartments, was aware of all the conversations, even those that were a whisper! I have lived in a private house for more than 5 years, but there is still a residual phenomenon - listening to music in the headphones, and speaking in half a tone. And if the child screams - first thoughts for "neighbors", and then goes away.

I remembered the story of a five-year-old comrade.

His sister started dating a new guy. They were about 20 years old then.

The boy swallowed her head with fables that he could not take a loan. And if she fits in the loan and they take his car, he will ride her and drive her wherever she wants. This foolish lady went without words and they flew on the wings of love to the branch of a bank.

(Seems to be green or blue)

Everything went according to plan. According to the plan of the bank:

Thus, to the years not many, then accordingly, the conditions of slavery. The amount is more than necessary + insurance + many months of overpayment with horse interest. Approval in one step.

Fortunately or unfortunately, the banking system interfered. and specifically:

Identification of trusted persons and their telephones.

The girl blinking the eye called the phone and the data of the bat.

When the employee of the bank called the number to check the information and informed on what issue he was calling, he changed his face and probably dropped the man into his office chair.

My father was a military. He pumped such speech into the tube, that probably now this bank has forever put this girl on the blacklist.

The loan was refused. The girl at home received great stars.

The boy disappeared almost in a few days. The girl’s dad has nothing to do with it. Love has suddenly ended.

If our culture masters less taught us life, they would have much more time left for creativity.

One day I told my friends on April 1 that, say, the Americans were very sleepy: everyone at the entrance to the plane would be forced to blow in the tube, and whoever found a pair of alcohol - will not be allowed. I believed everything! Some were angry because they were going to fly to the United States.

Unfortunately, I don’t have much to do on April 1. I try as I can. Damage and flight of fantasy distinguished me from my childhood. I had a classmate Igor. I admired and appreciated him: he accompanied me, and even one day in the first class, he took from me a dropping bag of milk, which was given to us on the extension, and brought it to my house. After that, I decided to marry him, which scared the family. But all these plans disappeared when we turned eight. Igor came to my house for a visit. Just the first April. I first just wanted to show him the various interesting things I read in Perelman's Interesting Physics. She lubricated the needle with butter and carefully put it in a glass of water. The needle was swimming.

Igor was surprised and asked how it was. The first movement of the soul was to tell him about the surface tension, even though I myself had not yet understood it well. But then my true essence took over, and I began to lie inspired.
- You know, my dad works in a secret laboratory, they are given special needle oil for testing. They are soaked with needles, they do not drown. They want to change the composition a little so that the iron ship can be soaked, and it did not sink either!

Igor believed, told in school and at home about the latest developments. My excuses for April 1st were not taken into account. Very offended. I had to look for other men. It would be a good party!

Rosstat a reduction in poverty by increasing mortality.

In 2012, I bought my child the first cell phone, that would go to 1st class with a cell phone and was on the communication. A few months later, the collectors began to call. Looking for a Larissa. He explained, wrote letters to the collector’s office, the cellular operator and the sportlot. Everything is useless. Called 5-10 times a day.

...

It has been 9 years and the debt is all sold and the next collectors are not there and will call, but not so intensely. 2-3 times a month. The biggest break was when I said I know where Larisa works and gave the address of the LDPR Department in Labytang.

However, there is a small plus in this story.

The child most often does not receive calls from unknown numbers. If you take it no longer scares when from an unknown number scream or threaten or require to name an address, surname or something else.

Grow excellent immunity to phone spammers and divorces.

I was driving with a taxi driver this morning, the mood is great, and he has such a nice smell of baths in the cabin, like pine pines, resin, oak!

I say to him, “You have such a good smell of bathroom.”

He kept silent and replied, “This is my garage burned.”

Go ahead silently.

In the university we had a variety of lecturers and lecturers. Just watching a person could make life easier for themselves at the exam.

One of the lecturers was a guy, 30, call him Petro Ivanovich (PI). He is not a boy, but already at this age defended the doctorate!

So, over the course of the semester I concluded for myself that this person loves order and punctuality, even the tiny pieces laying on the table in some order 😂 Some professors wiped the board with a sleeve or the bottom of the jacket and drew lines as needed. No line - take a chair and draw a straight with the help of a chair. What nonsense am I writing? Is it easier to paint by hand? ! to It may be easier, but why did one of our lecturers use a chair as a lineup? So is so. The contrast between people is noticeable.

Here is the exam. Pi comes with a lot of tickets. I value the quality of the paper. It looks like the tickets are fresh, printed and cut before the exam. Maybe it seemed. And it does not matter. Next, I bet on the fact that the tickets in the stack are ordered: the last from above, the first from below. If this is not the case, then you will have to buy a ticket.

The whole audience is sitting, the lecturer decomposing the tickets, and I look and try to see where he puts the 4th ticket (which I knew well). Then I go and get my ticket, yes.

I have a fourth ticket :D