My younger sister loves taking my stuff out of my room, and my girlfriend loves BDSM. One day, the sister found the bracelets and asked where they came from. I said that I worked a little in the police, talk from there and stay. She didn’t believe it and tried to find out from her parents. They sat on the couch and even without changing their faces said it was true. The psychic of the younger is preserved, but my parents now call me a sergeant from time to time.

Now at work passing by the mother with the child, who came out of the session in the cinema, where they showed a cartoon, the edge of the ear heard as a mother asks a question to the son, said what this cartoon teaches him, and then I remembered the case, which laid in me the first concept of films, to be precise foreign fighters, which I would like to share.



I was 9 or 10 years old and I had a friend, let’s call him Dima. And as it was, Dima and I fought a lot, the matter almost came to a fight. Dimon catches a healthy stick, stumbles at me and here in my head there are scenes from the movie, such frequent in the militants of the time when two friends become enemies there is a battle and when one friend directs a gun on the other, he stands up and looking him in the eyes says, say let's shoot his friend and after these words the second throws a gun, they embrace, all well, happy end and the end of the film.



And this is the moment in my life, Dymon shakes at me, I get closer, I look in my eyes and I say, please, hit my best friend. Apparently Dimon didn’t like the movies, or didn’t watch these movies, but after my epic phrase, as I thought at the time, he grabbed me a little bit with a stick on the bush, scratching my head to the blood. At that moment, I realized that you don’t have to believe everything that’s being shown on TV, no matter how epic it may look.

Electric to Chelyabinsk. A man walks in the car with a cardboard on his neck: "Help the deaf." In his hands carries a basket with all kinds of stuff, when buying any item - a print with the alphabet of the dumb as a gift.

How much is the alphabet worth? - asks one of the passengers and sharply embarrassed, remembering the inscription on the tablet.



- Five rubles, - without a shadow of embarrassment, he answers the deaf, takes the money and goes on.

I don’t like summer, it ends too quickly.

The Doll (a very sad story)

I want to tell you the story of a little girl from not the most deaf Siberian village. She was conceived and born in a legal marriage, but never saw her father: he was taken by another woman while the mother and the newborn were still in the nursery. Three years later, the girl's mother married again, and the girl fully experienced what it means to be an unborn child. Her mother-in-law always treated her as an illegitimate. However, this word does not convey all the contempt, contempt, humiliation that fell on the part of the girl. There is such an old word: fool. Here it describes much better the attitude of the surrounding adults to the little girl: she was a bastard.

When she was five years old, she was obliged to go to the store for bread. She was given 10 rubles of "old" money to buy four breads of bread. Do you know what the store was in those years? One saleswoman traded everything: cider boots and cheese, blades and bread, nails and fucks. There was a miracle in the store. It was the greatest beautiful puppet schoolgirl Tanya. The little girl had a spirit. Since then, every time she came for bread, she stopped at the board with the doll and, holding her breath, looked at this miracle. One day, the girl looked at the doll longer than usual. The seller noticed her and asked, “What do you do, girl?” and then the little girl stretched the seller’s “ten” pressed in her fist and almost silently whispered, “Doll.” On the way home, the girl stopped several times, carefully placed the box on the ground, opened the lid and admired her treasure. The mother of the girl saw her out of the window and understood it. She came out of the cellar, without a word, took the doll and took it back to the store. This is how the huge light childhood happiness in an instant turned into a little black sorrow, sowed in the heart a small burning piece for a lifetime.

My wife told me this story several times. And every time she ended, she said, “I’ve never had a doll in my life since then.”

I’ve long wanted to correct the injustice, but the search for the most beautiful doll lasted for years. I finally found her. The most damaging, but such a sweet face struck me with innocent eyes from the computer screen and it seemed that she was about to say, "It's not me that put the button on the chair." Of course, this doll is not very similar to that Tanya doll from a distant childhood, but we have changed a bit since then. I gave my wife a doll on the eve of our 40th anniversary, the ruby wedding. She rejoiced like a child, and did not let the doll out of her hands all day, as if she was afraid that the dream would pass, and the little girl someone will take her doll again. Don’t be afraid, this doll will be with you forever.

The victims of the Assad regime’s chemistry in Douma have resurrected. Scorpions are resurrected. Babchenko has risen. It is just a celebration of life.