I recently watched the movie "I'm looking for a friend at the end of the world". There people lived two weeks before the apocalypse knowing about it. Usually put myself in the place of the heroes and realized that my mood would be the same as now and for years as a few does not change.

My ex-husband had many friends with whom he spent a lot of time (bad, garage, guests). Moreover, these friends were constantly crushed, they could not repay the debt, throw it in some situation, etc. But I was forbidden to tell him something bad about them because they were friends, friends and brothers and sisters in general! When we got married to him, there was a banquet, photo, music and everything as appropriate, we collected envelopes with gifts (we asked to donate only money). For the sake of interest, I separated the envelopes of my friends and relatives and his friends (I put a few boxes to collect the envelopes). How angry he was when we began to deal with them, his friends gave a thousand rubles (some even for two), and three envelopes were just empty. I did not even expect that.

Filter your surroundings.

This story was told by one of the administrators of the sauna.

It is no secret that the sauna is a Finnish bath. Sauna is everything, and something else. In general, people go to the sauna not only to wash, but also to remove prostitutes. A number of saunas have their own, “feed-up” prostitute offices, with which they cooperate and have a percentage for it.

Two men come into the sauna. Their belonging to law enforcement agencies in the administrator has caused no doubts - everyone in the forehead a star is burning.

Take the number for 2 hours and ask the girls. The administrator, realizing that this is a scam, responds that it can only help by providing access to Wi-Fi so that the mints themselves call out the prostitutes. They didn’t seem to believe much...

We paid for two hours and went to the room. Time is passing. The coins go out, go to the administrator. Apparently they didn’t even dress. I wonder, where are the girls? The administrator answers that they have a sauna, and at the expense of the girls let them ride the internet and order themselves.

Suspicions have been confirmed. The coins get cash and demand the money back. Here, they and the Xerox banknotes are rolled off, with numbers, series and everything else.

(A)Governor: and what is it to me to return you the money?

So we didn’t get girls!

A: And what then? You paid for the sauna. You got the sauna. What you did there doesn’t matter to anyone.

We wanted girls!

A: You know this is illegal! We are not doing anything illegal!

Money is accountable!

A: And of course Harry? Where is it written that I must refund someone for the service provided only because they are accountable?



In general, the mints remained without money, without girls and without bars.

When will you become famous?! to



When the bodies are found, Mom!

Xxx: When I was 4, my grandfather decided to teach me to swim in a classic way: by hitting the pool. When I got out, I seriously told him what I knew he was most vulnerable to: I don’t love you. Recently, when he was still in a relatively sober mind, he visited him: he remembered and struggled not to cry, he carried this phrase through the rest of his life. I’t remember that episode. When I was four years old, I caused a psychological trauma to an adult.

It is noted that the more willing a person helps with advice, the less chances of getting real help from him.

August of 2018. My wife and I go fishing for a few days to our precious places in the north of the Volgograd region.
At the tank at the entrance to the city of Serafimovich, I notice a wonderful thing in our places - Pagerick with red diplomatic numbers.

What a surprise was it when its inhabitants approached me when they saw our fishing ammunition.
Englishmen, he is a small employee in the embassy, his wife a philologist, when he returns to his homeland will somehow teach Russian. The boy is 6-7 years old.

They travel through the Russian depths in their holidays, are interested in fishing.
They are asked to take with them where they catch beautiful places.

I explain that we are going to the dust, where wolves are scared.
They laugh, the wife records the expression, they still connect with us.

By the time we arrived, we stood 120 meters away.
He spinning, small on the feed, his wife organizes a camp.
I caught the nerves, threw the donkeys on the predator.

It’s dark, my wife is in the car, I’m sitting all night, from time to time picking up the caught fish.

Suddenly, after two o’clock, I probably hear a whisper – an Englishman runs:
Neighbors, they send you shit!
Who has come?
The wolves!

And at this moment, I hear from them such a chilling laugh/chrip/rick that there is no doubt that it is clearly not dogs or enots.
The officers! From the weapon only a shooting electric shocker in the calculation of already completely drunk "pumpkins", but it has the power permitted purely...

I just wanted to tell him to lock up in the car, and there... a shot broke out. Then the second, third, and the palm grew almost into a canonade.
I scream, “Lie, they’re hunters, or they’ll hit!” - and we both fall to the ground, lie down, covering our heads with our hands, even when everything is relatively quiet.

The voice of a little boy (I translate): "Dad, my petards are over, will the wolves not come again?"

In short, what were the wolves there - we did not even hear a single bird until the morning, it seems, even worms on the far side of the road.
The snoring also stopped for a while, but then it normalized.
I have not seen the animals themselves, but the fish remembered them for a long time.

And also remembered the eyes of the rural saleswoman, who the next day, in the middle of the summer, sold a new year's children's fun to an adult unshaken uncle.
You like you, and I have a petard and a lighter now at fishing always in my pocket.

The data on the property and income of the patriarch was classified, because jealousy is a mortal sin.