Soviet children’s literature very concisely and accurately described people who later became Komsomolts oligarchs. For example, the “Fantasters” of Nosov. Two cute boys sit there, fantasy harmlessly. The "neighbor Igor" approaches them, they are ashamed that they lie about flights to the moon and all other nonsense. He explains that lying is useful. This is how he did: he ate the strawberries himself, and smelted his lips with this strawberries to his sleeping sister. She was involved in theft. “This is the benefit.”



Children, of course, do not want to not only talk with such hatred, but even sit on the same bench. Then the kids decide to buy ice cream. Crush the little things into one portion, agreeing to divide it in half. But they meet the crying sister of Igor and give her ice cream. She asks them to divide the portion into three.



How could such people “enter the market”? Nothing at all. Igorok grew up with even greater hatred and became a deserved master of life. And we with our ideas of decency so remained on the bench to dream. Now we have the internet instead of the bench.

It’s an old story, not mine, but I’ll tell it in the first person.

I take the train after work. In the salon, besides me, a guy with a girlfriend and grandfather hung with a bottle of light. The guy with the wild obviously doesn't notice anyone, suck, stick, almost fuck on the seat. The grandfather looks at it all, sneezing, and then says:

Enough there! You are not alone here!

The guy breaks off from the lips of a girlfriend and tastingly sends the grandfather. The offended man turns to the window and applies to the bottle. I watch it all.

Suddenly the girl rings the phone, she gets it and begins to say:

“Yes, Serge, I’m still at work. Feed the child, sleep, sing and go to bed without me... I will be late! My girls and I will be late.

Dedan suddenly jumps up from the place, rushes to the girl and hurts:

Serena is late! Not her job! Not with girls! She is here with a man, Serega! ! to

The place of action is Samara. In the words of a friend.

There were two boys and a girl near the shop:

Give some money to the carmakers from Chelyabinsk.

A friend opens on wiki an article about Chelyabinsk:

The correct answer to the question is 10 rubles.

The carmakers:

Go to NAH.

I had one lady in the brigade. I call her Toni. She loved to talk about her youth. Unfulfilled great love. And how hard it is for her to live when none of her relatives understands her.

And now a few stories related to this lady and happening in front of my eyes.

In the autumn, Tonia sang a labyrinth song about the fact that it was soon winter, and she had nothing to wear in the frost and no money to buy winter things. And here one of the brigades (Vera) tells her.

I have a natural hood at home. I’m a little big, and you’ll be fine. It is in excellent condition because I barely wore it. I can give you free.

You live next to me, right? Can you bring her home immediately?

has brought. I gave.

After a while, this Tony begins to complain to everyone. That dude is beautiful, but the top button is missing! It is not possible to wear it.

Butterfly, you need to find it!

The brigade tried to explain to her that the top button could be tailored to another. It will look like a section. And in any case, the cost of the buttons is not proportional to the cost of the duplicate. And it is cheaper to buy a button than it would take a double.

The frost came. We ask:

Why don’t you wear a double?

He breathes and says sadly:

Butterfly, the Faith never brought me. Yes is. I like it, it is beautiful, warm. There are no buttons! I’m just throwing rubbish in it.

The UPS. Everyone is in shock.

At the age of 45, Tonia suddenly decided she should start smoking.

Tony, are you in your mind? I have not smoked for years and should not start.

Where there. She didn’t just start, she started smoking like an avid professional. I smoked a new cigarette and shook the old with the other hand. Cigarettes are the most expensive. Firefighters are also not the cheapest, but definitely with some kind of Fendibober.

Here someday I come to the brigade, Tonia rides the youth by the ears, as she lacks the money to live. He eats bread with cheap sausages, rarely takes fruits. The vegetables too. In the evening, the light does not turn on, the TV does not watch. Saving electricity.

I am not young. These complaints do not work for me.

Do you say no money? Let’s calculate how much you spend on the chicken. I have a calculator, I think. 1/4 of the salary! Do you say money? Do you have expensive cigarettes? For me, it’s like going to the fortress and throwing a quarter of my salary on the wind. Chicken is not a necessity. They offended me.

3 the summer. During the garden period. Cucumbers, tomatoes, carrots, young potatoes. Some of the brigade lives in their house, others have villas, gardens.

by Toni:

I want fresh vegetables, but I don’t have a garden.

There was a good soul in the brigade, brought her fresh vegetables. Just a bit. One pack full of everything. Tony looks at the package and says astonished:

How do I bring him home?

At the same time, no word of thanks to the man, but with the claim, as she now with a heavy package to go home.

Another UPS.

Here, to my brigade, it finally came to me that Tony represents himself.

Tonya sincerely wondered why no one likes her so fun and open, neither at home nor in the brigade.

Computer games really affect the psyche. As a child, I played Tetris and have been waiting for a long stick since then.

told a familiar man. The search department of GIBDD, receives an appeal from a citizen, with a request to find the hiding culprit of the accident. I have a registrator in my hands. On the recording can be seen as a lady on her car, pulled the standing car of the victim. I wasn’t alone, maybe with my husband. We stopped, we went out, we watched – that’s important!!!) and they left. The numbers on the recording are visible. They quickly found the owner. They called. He was the one who was driving. For some reason, the recording was not shown to her. But on the words, they that there was a recording, according to which she was actually found. Such an act threatens with a fine and deprivation of the WU. But there is one but! If you behave humanly, negotiate with the victim, compensate for the damage, then the inspectors make concessions. In particular, in the explanatory it is written that the culprit did not notice / felt the collision. In this case, there is a chance to get rid of only a fine, without deprivation of the WU. tk. There is no intention of hiding. Exactly, I don't know if the culprit said about it or not.What will happen to the video recording in such a case, where it is visible that the culprit has examined the damage, the story is silent. I know exactly one thing. The inspector himself was tuned to such an outcome of the case... They are also people, and nothing human is foreign to them. I laid before the lady a sheet with an autograph, for an explanatory, left the office for a couple of minutes. Upon returning, he observes the picture: the lady collapsed on the chair, smiling. In the office, there is some man who without embarrassment rows in a folder with materials on this matter. The question – who are you? I answered with her. A man, with several attempts, drives him out into the corridor. And the lady stated that she decided to use Article 51 (right to be silent). Obviously, this is the idea of a dumb man. After such fints, the inspector is no longer tuned for any relief in punishment. There is a video, even if you are silent - you will answer in full! Is that how to understand it? The adult people. Well wrong (with whom it does not happen), committed an accident, well hidden - which is no longer suitable for an adequate adult. You have been found!! They said there was a video!!! What are you stupidly hoping for??? Why are adults so unconscious? Why are they not able to respond with dignity for an offence? And here are such strangers on the letter M, (from the words of the inspectors) then shout "menti-cats." P.S Be human and there will be people around you. I do not work in organs.

Deputies have proposed to close websites after the tragedy in Kerch. But not one deputies did not propose to close the Duma, after tragedies arranged on the roads by drunk deputies.

It is best to keep the conversation in silence. Not to confuse the interlocutor with a careless word with an important thought.

How many people do we meet over the years? Probably thousands. How many do we remember? Probably hundreds. How many communicate? Probably a few dozen. Past acquaintances with time are forgotten, and only sometimes, wherever taken, appears.

“Notice from the Past”

Instead of an epigram, an old joke.

“A Jew is in the tram and he is looking side by side. Yes, I know that, I know that, but I don’t know that. He is so happy with himself, holding a bouquet of flowers. Who is he such? I will argue logically. In our city Jews can work either in commerce or in the theatre. I work in the business, but I don’t know him. He works in the theatre.

Where is he going? Too late for the rehearsal, too early for the show. Probably going to the mistress. To whom is he going?

Three hundred in the city.

– Herman Oskarovich, why do you think math schools are not needed?
I don’t think you need anything, you just have to start with something.

At work today I looked into the refrigerator where my piece of cake stood with the note "Admin cake! “”

There is no cake on the plate, but there is a note: "Muses can't read."

Isn’t it shit?