My grandmother is a very religious man and once she drew me 9 years old to confess. She said, "Don't be afraid to tell your father what you have sinned in, he will not give me, and you will be forgiven."

Father, I broke something unclear because I did not know what else was sinful.

The next day, my grandmother asked me why I didn’t tell my dad.

I didn’t go to that foul anymore.

I had a girlfriend when I was a child. I remember that her parents bought an apartment in our house, lived a couple of years and left further, coming from time to time. My best friend and I played, read, sang, and so on. I remember their parents, they calmly left our daughter to sleep with us. In the first class, her mother asked her to leave her for a few months to live with us. My parents agreed and we lived like sisters, I was crazyly happy, I loved my girlfriend very much. My mom fed us delicious food every day, bought us the same things. They studied in one class.It was 96-97 years.In addition to her 5s, her mother took her as her 6th child.Her family came and took her. My friend's mom brought me a Barbie doll, the most ordinary, which I wasn't very happy with. I was a child then, I don’t remember anything. A year or two later, the family of friends moved to another city. About 10 years later they came back, which I was very pleased with. I remember a lot of things. We have a lot of joint photos. One day I knocked at them in the apartment, my friend opened the door. I recognized her immediately. I was so glad to see her. I wanted to greet him, to embrace him. And she didn’t recognize me, EVERYTHING (I’m still wondering, how did it happen?!(And yes, for several months of caring for her, her parents did not leave a penny, a ruble, or a box of candy to her mother. I brought a doll. I still see a girlfriend from time to time, when I come to my parents, lives there, so never remembered, and my parents do not remember, does not say hello. That was my first disappointment.

He made one “comrade” calculations on construction. He came and called 8,000. He asks why so much? I got a girl for 1,500. I wept and asked: Why did you come to me, why not to a girl? And after his answer, I was already roaring like a horse - and her calculations do not accept.

The revolution, of which the taxpayers always talked, has come to pass!

The story took place in December 2007. My husband and I decided to go skiing to Austria for the New Year holidays. We paid for two weeks for two. I don’t remember how much it cost, but it’s not cheap, of course. The visas have already been received.
At the beginning of December, we had the opportunity to travel to London. At the time, I was working for a scientific organization that sent its employees overseas as an annual bonus. By agreement with my boss, I was able to take my husband with me.
In addition to me, two of my colleagues were driving with us. Travels to London at our office were regular, and we had a hotel where we stayed every year. It was a small hotel, the owner of which was our former compatriot of Armenian origin.
Upon arrival in Heathrow, we took a taxi and headed to the hotel. All our documents (passports with visas to Austria) and money (approximately 2 thousand. Pounds were in my bag.
When we approached the reception at our hotel, I found that my bags were not there!!!! to
When I remembered that when I was in a taxi, she was with me, it became obvious that I had forgotten her in the car. Don’t think I’m so confused. The bag was small and we had a lot of things.
I cannot describe my feelings. I stayed in London without papers. A week that was planned for rest and excursions would go on formalities for the possibility of returning home without passports. Secondly, our whole Austria was covered with a copper basin. Both the visa and the paid tour fly like a faner over Paris.
At that moment I saw nothing. But my friends said my husband scratched his teeth, but he was silent.
When I told the hotel owner about the situation, he told us not to worry that the taxi driver, as soon as he found my suitcase, would immediately bring it to the hotel. You know, none of us four believed it for a single minute.
What was our surprise when, 20-30 minutes later, a taxi arrived at the hotel, in which I left my bag, and a young guy taxi driver (Hindu by nationality) glad that he found its owners, handed it to me. He didn’t even want to take the hundred pounds my husband gave him. Naturally, we gave him them. And the owner of our hotel said it should be so!!! There could be no other option!!! to
I have never written such long stories. But to all my friends, at every opportunity, I tell this story. Let it become a story for the readers of the site!!! to

Ataman, pianist and gymnast sit down to write the constitution.

I was the only child and often asked my parents for a brother. Parents explained – he would cry at night, you would have to share toys with him, etc. It didn’t bother me. My mom got tired and asked:

Why do you need him? ! to

But then I said what I am sometimes remembered - and, literally, until now:

We will feed him, feed him, feed him and eat him.

P. S. Brother, like my sisters, never appeared to me.