A friend works in a state institution, with her in the department works Chechnya, such a whole national, with a covered head, quite modest. And here one day this girl says to my girlfriend, thoughtfully like this:

“Marina, and you will very well wear a hijab.

To say that Marina has swallowed is to say nothing. In a few moments, a thousand thoughts went through her head why this girl decided so. From the fact that she has trouble with her hair, to the fact that she is going to be caught up for someone of her colleagues' relatives. In fact, she never climbs for a word in her pocket, but here, she says, she was directly confused and only blunted:

Listen, Goulchata, wear your own hijab.

There has already been “Gullying.” She also sprinkled for a while. Then she said strictly:

“Jack, Marina... I said ‘Jack’...”

For the state, retirees are a problem it is trying to get rid of.

Grandfather went fishing, and in the boat, in addition to the snails, he also threw a pig. Why do you need it, you ask? As it turns out, it is needed. very needed. I think, my dear friends, you will also be interested to find out why fishermen have long taken a pig in a boat. 20 years ago, I sailed to the Volga river at 3 o’clock in the morning to get up. The boat I had was rubber, and the depth below me was 20 meters. All this was accompanied by a thick fog. We did not know of any navigators at the time. The bottom was measured with anchor, and returned home not by compass, but by their own eyes. One morning, in the same fog, next to my rubber boat, a huge sumo sailed out and "played." In other words, swallowed the water with a tail. It was terrible. I thought for a moment what would happen if he turned the boat.
The fog, the flow, and the jacket we did not carry with us. And I sailed back to wait a couple of hours on the shore until the fog passed. Then I realized I didn’t know where the shore was. Oh, I would have a pig!
Although this may seem funny, the pig is perfectly oriented in unfamiliar terrain and swims well. Just like a shark, but only a pig. The fishermen took a crush into the boat and, if it was foggy, threw it out of the boat. She is home, the fishermen are behind her. This type of navigator was in our ancestors. So if you are going to fish in the fog, take a pig with you.

Life is like a zebra, then a black strip, then white. Remember the coronavirus, unemployment, rising prices, political repression, broken roads, gas cotton, falling planes? Do you remember? That was a white strip.

Xxx: I have an offgenic mattress, but until then it’s not time to turn it around. I recently decided that without my husband I can do it, put the mattress on the roof, started to turn on the bed and he fell on me, really clapped the nail, I half failed between the rails, and since I tried to group in the flight, the elbow, nipple and hip failed. From above the mattress presses terribly, to push away from nothing. I started calling for help, but I was not heard through the mattress. I started hanging my legs as far as I could reach, pulling up to a pot with flowers, which from the top and blossomed in addition. Then some like pulled to the fitness bracelet on her hand and made a search for the device to make the phone scream, and he was sick in the coat lying and only I heard him. Any movement pressed even more into the rear bottom and the support of the bed. I already reconciled and quietly called my husband in the mattress. He washed, went to the kitchen to drink, stumbled onto the phone and then went to bed, drawn from the painting, of course, pulled me out. I no longer trust the mattress.



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