I had my birthday yesterday. But no one cancelled the working day, so at 11 am I go to the office. Here is a call from the department where I am working as a docent. I raise the phone:



Will you come to New Year’s Eve?

No, I say, not before that.

Do you have a doctor?



Well, I prepared for this all: “oh, thank you, oh, what are you...”

and me:

- Well, buy us then German cakes with a discount, they have an action for those who have DR!

Eeee...



Gothic

I went past the playground today, and there is a play area with hills, skyscrapers, etc. It is very light, not high and not scary. A little boy (3-4 years old) walked slowly along her, and a curved mommy followed him on his heels.

A grandmother was sitting next to the bench.

Alka and Alka? She called.

What is Mom? The woman stopped on the hill and held the child behind the hood.

Can you tell me what Andrew will be when he grows up?

A strange question. They will grow up and decide for themselves.

(My grandmother was laughing)

How will he decide if you don’t let him do it yourself?

The mother stumbled a little and reluctantly let the child play.

Sometimes they come from friends / acquaintances in the social network. in the grid messages, such as "vote in the contest by reference to *this-that*, the child very much wants to win". I always go through the reference and vote, but not for the one for whom they asked, but for the one whose work was the best, in my opinion.



We do not have the most talented leaders, but those who are loudest.

The straight line with the President is the curved mirror of our lives.

It was long ago. 1996 or 1997.
Those who lived in Crimea then remember this hungry and banditic time.

Early in the spring morning on the sea shore under Evpatria, a company of drunken half-boomers found a swallow, confused in the networks. A grown-up man released her, holding her firmly in his arms, like a panic goose in the film "12 chairs". The prisoner did not even resist, apparently overnight completely out of power.
Immediately began to discuss various commercial projects - to sell it alive to some rich man, to slay and then to sell, to roast itself.

And 30 meters from the shore, a second swan was swimming.
He swam quietly but somehow nervously, five meters in one direction, five meters in the other.
He just knocked down once, and everyone turned to him.

And here someone from the channels, remembering, apparently, the song of Yevgeny Martynov "Lebbin's Faithfulness", suddenly said:
If we take her, he will kill himself!

Everyone trembled immediately.
Panikovsky released the bird, and she, raising her wings and bending on her legs, bowed to the edge of the water to reunite with the narrow.
Touching their necks, the swan swam to the horizon.

It is a rare case when humanity has overcome greed.

The three-day negotiations came to an impasse.
The cat thinks the tree should lie.