A six-year-old son saw his uncle playing chess on his smartphone. I wanted to burn too. He came home and began to ask him to buy him chess. The hands came in a couple of weeks and the chess were bought. The son of the boy is stubborn, confident in himself as in the alpha male. He plays as he wants, my attempts to explain him how the figures walk are unsuccessful. He just denies everything and says I’m wrong. The conditional horse must walk straight. After half an hour, I realize that I don’t have angelic patience. I go to the computer and download the chess program. I set the first level and enable the hint mode. He sits and plays. Makes a lot of illogical moves, the program does not allow him to do moves unusual for these figures. He sits like this from morning to evening. He periodically challenges me. I always win, he is upset. To not get upset sometimes I give up. Thus passed a month. He challenges me again. We play. I play for relaxation. Self-taught, I evaluate my level between 4 and 3. I lost the first game. I become more serious. We play more. I also lose the second. And then the third. Now I realize it’s time to put him in the chess section. The chess section is skeptical about him. Another baby said. Bring it next year. But to convince us of this, let us play with 3 loader. 3 discharge is broken into powder and dust. Two officers are attacked against him. The game ends with none. The initiative was on my son’s side. The chess director sends us to the 4th division. Isn’t it early for us?He replied, “No, it is ready.” The result of 8 victories, 2 defeats and 4 defeats was obtained from the first attempt after two days of visits to the chess section. We are surprised, the son is happy and we begin to gradually realize that we seem to have a chess player in our family.

In the plane next to me, my mother and her 10-year-old son sat and told the child:

Remember, you run to your dad first, and then to your dog.

I go to my car at the TC parking lot. I see the phone rolling.

I think, “Here’s how you can be so dumb-handed to lose your phone!”

I raise him. Oh, this is mine...

I have a friend who knows the internet. The grandson put him in OK, well, the grandfather is actively communicating there.

So the grandson did - changed the password to OK, and when the grandfather could not go there, told him that they were hacked and you need to pay hard to save the account and go there again. He took the money, allegedly went to the bank and paid. Then I told my grandfather a new password. Four times in six months.

Grandfather suspected the wrong thing, called my husband to find out, well he explained everything to him that you should not pay for the hacking of money. He gave his grandfather a new password and advised his grandson not to report it.

It would be a pity for such a deceased granddaughter...

As strange as it may be, but usually the talk of cleanliness is when they water each other with dirt.

North of Italy. One of the towns near Lake Garda, which there are dozens.

I walk around the center, walk, look at pizzerias, gelateries and other local food. The trouble is not tea.

Suddenly from beyond the corner, a young guy in a shirt-uniform jumps out on me, uncovers a folder before me and begins to tell me something and sometimes shows me a thick finger in the folder, accompanied by epithetics such as "solo", "perfect" etc.

Since my knowledge of Italian begins and ends with "Lascha mi cantare", I have to interrupt his flaming speech with my signature "Aim sorri, ma italiano".

Apparently ready for such a development of events, a guy in good English charged me in response "Oh! Don Spike is an Italian. Is it okay, werner ar yuv fraom?“Tell me where I’m from.

and Israel

of Israel?! to

and Israel

In our mini-dialogue decides to intervene, standing a few meters away from us, in the same shirt-uniform, (apparently) a colleague guy (and unexpectedly in Russian):

and max! It is useless! Go here, don’t waste your time.

(Max is in charge)

and Maax!

(Max is out of place):

What is?

Go here and I will tell you until he has sold you something.

“Ah, (turning to me) HEVE E NESS DEI SER, SHALOM!

You don’t have to get sick, sir. – I’m determined to morally get a guy.

A year ago, the phrase "Kokorin gave the transmission to Mamayev" had a very different meaning.

At 10 a.m. I asked my wife:

Would you eat?

answered :

No, I do not want.

It is 8 p.m. and I ask you:

Will we eat?

I heard the answer:

You do not want it!

Just a phenomenal memory.