My friend told me a long time ago.

"I killed the secretary here: I have a new aska stand, which shows when someone is picking up messages for me. I began to pick me up. I think she can ask the secretary at 5 p.m., only to leave earlier (and she is studying law), and I call her "OK, go." Sending faster

of her. From her comes the first question, and then these eyes "how do you know? ? to ? to ? to ? “ He said the director should know everything.

of staff.”

The wife read out some strange recipe for pearls, spelled over it for half a day, gathered the whole family at the table, looking forward to the evaluation... And then the younger handed out: “Mom, you are so good at cooking...” The woman then blossomed all, and he continued: “Pizza, pizzas, cheeses, cheeseburger you have delicious, pizzas... Mom, please, prepare them, don’t prepare the pearls!”

We had a very clever lead in the stream. He told the story before the exam how he himself handed down a difficult subject and his teacher gave a chance to hand over to those who knew nothing - added an empty ticket. Whoever pulls out, immediately assesses “good.”

After these words, he showed everyone an empty A4 sheet, then with the help of a line cut off a strip equal to the width of the tickets and mixed it in a common pile. Many stressed - a strip of paper cut off by a line is easy to distinguish from those cut by scissors.

The most impatient student ran first and picked out the one with an unequal side among the tickets. There was a ticket with the most difficult questions. The teacher smiled cleverly, and the stripped strip rolled in the garbage.

It is a handshake)))

- What are the mothers, got maternity capital for the second child, land for the third? I need to work...
The pension fund.

of the destruction of being.
I was very small. Probably two years. My mom and dad often took me to work.
And here Dad looks at the soldiers, and I somehow roll under my feet. He went somewhere in the courtyard. As my parents later told me, my father found me near the dog farm at the moment when the unclosed Caucasian Negus was accidentally brought to me. It is unknown how this story would end, but it was as if a Baska cat had grown out of the ground between us. Strangely enough, it made Negus slow down and approach me humbly. Such a living toy "Shabaka" was a joyful prey. The wooled hair! The short ears. An outstretched tongue! Oh, how pleasant it was to wrap it all with your hands and pull it in different directions! He died afraid of provoking the beast. Children don’t always understand the danger. But here are all the others... My father almost died of fear. I was almost exhausted from joy. The dog barely got from the cinematologist. The movie barely got from the start. And the cat almost didn’t... And the cat just sat next to us and went on.
She lives with the puppies. And all these Irbis, Baikal, Negus, Mukhtar regularly received from her as a child. If she is not a mother, then she is a teacher. And this is done so that the dogs in service are not distracted by cats, well, by another animal.
In the next arrivals we must also visit Baska and Negusa. Feeding all kinds of weeds. He, as the military believes, did not show much joy. I took it as a tribute. She liked to eat something delicious and play with me. Even sitting on your hands. The father asked the major to give it to us, but he did not agree, motivating the difficulty of raising such military possessions. One day I called again. Part of it has been dismantled and we can take Baska. The times were difficult for the military and our Baska settled with my grandfather in Moscow. Apartment, canine, not borderless, but it was independent. I went out to walk on the street myself. She went home, patiently waiting for someone to open the door. She also had dogs. When I walked in the yard, she walked next to me. Running to the left, but next door. Grandfather Collie was not considered a dog. I could walk it by myself if people didn’t bother me. With my advice. His authority among the dogs of the court grew immeasurably. A couple of scratched mords of room "volkodaves" quickly set up points over the e. I think that she even tried not to scratch them. Because sitting on the cheek is easy to scratch the eyes with the nails, and the blood flew only from the ears and nose. It’s long, but a cat’s life is short. I buried her personally. In the same yard under a large castan. She wasn’t a man, but I was crying. As a friend. I still dream sometimes. This is so.
Do you think this is the end of history? And here is not! Every time I visited my grandfather, I remembered Baska. The road to the rubbish passed by her grave. One day, I was met there. There are no hooligans. I myself was a hooligan. The dogs. Four courtyards quietly shut down my way home. Near the Basque tomb. I still don’t know where they came from and what laws I broke, but I didn’t even have a pack of garbage in my hands. I unwittingly climbed to the tree. The wind sounded in his crown. Some night birds or bushes streaked in the leaves. A couple hundred meters away lived a large city, and here... And here the unexpected happened. For me and for the dogs. A slight blow of wind... again. It was a slight blow of wind that dropped to my feet from the tree a dry branch in the form of a bush. A gift of fate. Which I immediately picked up. No, I didn’t go to dogs. He did not run after them for three quarters until he removed his skins from them. Everything repeated like with Negus. The dog’s aggression disappeared. They lowered their heads and quietly disappeared in the darkness of the summer night. I stood under the tree without moving, and tears rolled over my cheeks again.
You will say coincidence! And I will say that those we loved and who loved us look at us from there and try to help. As much as they want and as much as they allow us.

Putin is no longer president.
How is it?! to
"I watched his 2009 speech, and he said clearly: 'As long as I am president, there will be no increase in the retirement age in Russia!