I have lived in a big city recently. A cousin and his wife came to see how it was arranged, like a new apartment. I sit in the kitchen and drink tea.

Brother (B): A very good apartment. What do you like most about her?

I: - The windows go out to the courtyard, so it is very quiet here: no one is making noise under the windows.

B: What’s on the other side of the house?

I am a cemetery.

B (after a second pause): Well, there is no particular noise for anyone.

We sat today with a girl in a cafe, at a neighboring table two men aged 30-35 with two children, boys aged 3-4. The boys run around the hall, in principle, they do not interfere. We tried, calculated, I stopped at the table, I catch up with the girl at the exit, from the tambour the door opens one of the little ones, holds, says to the girl, "Please go through." I think, what an educated guy, I go out after a girl holding the door, I say, “Go through now, young man.” He replied, “I don’t need to go through, get tired.”

I was in the bus with a group of students (class 7-8) headed by a teacher. The boys entertained the most beautiful girl all the way, she pleased to go on the whole bus, so that the teacher couldn’t stand and said to her: “Masha, I didn’t think I would ever say this, but please knock on the phone again!!!”

Erotic clothes with AliExpress. It is beautiful and sexy only in pictures. Like a girlfriend burned to buy something like that, circular and erotic. And I what? I am just for. I chose for a long time and eventually dropped the link. I liked it and paid for it. There are also “expectations” and “realities”. It came, took it, gave it to a friend. I explain, I bought a fuck which is like a combination, only twisted and black. Remember, it looked cool on the photo. Only here I notice such a thing, she is not in a hurry to demonstrate. I’m afraid I’ll suddenly get overwhelmed ? At the end of the day, I ask, why did you buy it? She said, look, I asked for it. She went, dressed and came in. In general, we had no sex this night, we roasted long and hysterically. They came to the conclusion that if you wear avosca, it will be more sexy

Nothing distracts men so much as attractive women.

The 90s. I work in the evening school. It’s called “adult school,” but the audience I have this time is mainly boys from Central America (Guatemala, El Salvador, Nicaragua). They are somewhere from fifteen to twenty with a tail. Most of them were orphans after the Civil War. We try not to notice their age - we need attendance. As in any school, this is a problem.
Working with them well. The boys are polite and ceremonial, like Spanish grands. (It’s true, sometimes they’re trying to flirt with me – but that’s culture.) Discipline in the classroom is somewhat unrealistic – they just don’t breathe. They try with all their strength. One problem is that most are semi-literate, illiterate or illiterate at all. Well, and I for what? Let us do what we can. But I am tired. Oh! The call. The change.
I am back in 15 minutes. Yes is. early to rejoice. A class struggle. Two are fighting. It is true that they have time to breathe - but I have already had time to see. Fuck, we have to react. I honestly don’t see dramas – well, we fought, it happens. But my boss thinks differently. We, you understand, should in every way advocate for “non-violent conflict resolution” – “non-conflict... thyfu!” Only, it means, to conjure, quietly, gently, affectionately, and morbidly - none. Go and explain to them that not all conflicts... okay, you have to deal with them. I carefully depict the pedagogical fainting and begin to ask questions:
What happened here?
The boys are silent. They are silent, by the way. I understand them well. I remember from my childhood that explaining to an adult "why they fought" is a matter of turmoil and most often hopeless. These adults don’t want to listen. Per this is a matter of honor.
Well, and anyway?
They push each other. One cannot stand:
There was a delicate situation between the two men. It says, “A delicate situation between two men.”) is
I am delighted with the formulation. Men at fifteen - no, this seems to be sixteen. But they are men, men, of course men! God let me doubt! I thought it was a matter of honor. Everything is understandable. From pure hooliganism, I decide to squeeze them a little. A bit of:
Could you be a little more detailed?
It can! The second is going up, this gentleman did not behave like a cabalero!
Oh well, it is clear. The honor of the lady. There will be no more details.
“Well, so yes, Caballeros,” I say, committing a small official crime, “the next time you have a delicate situation, make sure I don’t see it. clearly?
The boys laughed calmly:
“Oh, sir, we’ll go out to the yard.
Not in the courtyard, I clarify, but on the street, over the fence. Let the police work, not the school. understandably?
“Master,” suddenly asks the older one, “do you have sons?”
“My daughters have,” I scream, “but they’re fighting too.
And I get an overwhelming compliment:
You could do it with your sons too. Like my mother. She has seven sons.
“Seven sons!” I think, with some horror, “This is probably not my mom, but a general.”
Well guys, sit down here. So much time lost. We continue. In the last lesson...
I continue. I am sad for something. I have no children, I have not done anything in my life. I will never understand men. Hope for grandchildren.

Are there medicines in the city?
For whom and for whom is the medicine...