History is real. A distant brother of his wife came to his acquaintance for a few days. They accepted well that he even decided to stay, but my friend suspected something wrong. It turned out that it was her lover, lived with them about a month!

He went out with his brother.

I come home from work.

I opened the door, and I was brought by a younger daughter who was alone in the apartment.

My eyes are red, tears flow.

He runs to me and begins to roar, I am in shock, amid the adornments I hear:

“Ic... Some uncles came here... They were in black...Ic...”

I’m already thinking about calling the police, thinking about who it might be.

The creditors? I did not take loans. Just thieves? Brad, we live on the fifth floor, is not the most appetizing destination.

Finally I ask, “And what did they do? “”

They stole a piece of your cake.

How did she think of that, right?

This story was told to me yesterday by my friend Anton, I publish it with his permission.

He built his house five years ago. When it came to the hole, he decided to “give up” to professionals. Called, agreed, came. cool guys, all the bulk - excavator, crane-board, g / b rings and pipes in the set. They did everything quickly and turned away.

Further construction and other mutations extended for two years. And now it is time to install the sanitary, give water, check - everything works, beauty! and. In the evening, after a hard day, he decided to wash, and the water did not go away. He cried, tried and spit, and said that the morning was wiser than the evening. The next day I bought two wires (for a verruche) and tried in vain to clean the fence - it is stuck and it's all here. The water seems to go away, but it is quite dull, without a fire. So another day and another day passed and a bunch of Crot was poured "in the tube" and the result was zero!

In the end, a decision was made - we will dig!

Our homeowner gave the job to the finisher to figure out what it was and find the hole, opening the ground from the house to the side of the hole, and he left. Next Anton - A, finisher - About the whole day "on the phone":

A: What is there for you?

I know it, I’m digging it!

And so once per hour.

Suddenly a contact! The officer himself called:

A: I’m digging I’m digging, I’ve almost reached the pit and here’s the heracle – the pipe is over!

To be honest, I was even dumb at first. Where is the tube? And here it came to me! The new tubes were not enough! And they didn’t bother to grind everything as it was. Go into the hole, it is dry, and there is no hole for the pipe!

This is a lesson for all of us, comrades. Check the money without leaving the box.

My friend! Tag of mine)

I went to a military and sports ammunition store. What is not there. Half of the shop is clothes. When I was a student and dreamed of traveling, this was impossible to imagine. The size is very large, above average height. I see very nice pants. In the appearance of a classic, excellent material, very dense, you just can't break it. And the main color is decent, very discreet. I see my size. I take it in my hands and pretend to myself. The seller approaches and says: They are women. I answer as I know, but my wife is also a man. In short, I bought it, I’ve been going for three days. Everyone liked it. Especially my wife. He says that at least once in his life he bought himself decent clothes.

A good king must have enough bad boys for every trouble.

In 1987, 25 schoolchildren from the Harvest High School (Kazakhstan) were encouraged with a free trip to Leningrad. I am lucky to be among them. We stand in front of the Ermitage. Just like in the mausoleum. Dozens of groups mixed at the entrance, guides argue, we are waiting for the second hour. And then one of our guys, Serega, approached the female administrator and said, “We are standing for the second hour, and we have, by the way, a Vietnamese in the delegation!” The woman said, “Where is he?” Sergey pointed to the only Kazakh guy in our group, Manas Kagenov, who really, as everyone immediately seemed, smiled at the Vietnamese. The administrator picked up Manas and asked him strictly, “Are you a Vietnamese?” He was not confused and issued a tirade in Kazakh language: "Kezekte t

He was such a rare creature that he came to the ark alone.