You don’t confuse the pupils with the winderchildren :) pupils - they are exactly such - "learned but with a weak nervous system".

Don’t give God to have a child-wonderchild! The problem is that they are just ahead of their peers, and those over time catch them faster. I read at a speed of 110 words per minute. It is a miracle, yes? But in the graduation class, I read loudly at the same speed, just the language didn’t roll faster. Like all my other peers. But I was okay, my mother often joked about me and descended from heaven to earth. But the children, whose mothers in every way cultivate their "difference", as they grow up, receive very painful strikes on self-love. Worrying is not all. A famous example is Nick Turbine. Little poet, known for her poems, which she wrote at an early age. She could never become an adult poet. At 16, she first went to a psychiatric clinic, then started drinking, was treated again with psychiatrists and tragically died at 27. Do not be so.

I did not understand something...
The Ministry of Finance proposes to introduce poverty allowance. There is also a tax on tuna.
If I don’t work, I’m poor. I form a benefit, I get it and immediately pay them a tax on tuna eating - I don't work.
Circulation of money between state structures.

< as a professional
<willing to do homework, to give birth to a couple or three children
< passionate in bed

1st Should it be the same woman?
2nd Did he fall down with his computer games?

I can’t get pregnant from my husband, he is almost infertile. Treatment does not give results. He is the most ordinary man, neither narcissist nor alchemy. Powerful, reasonable, able to make money, kind to children. He wanted children, but we didn’t get it.
But it happened to a relative-Alkash, who is flying out of all the work, conceived three children and recently came to a sincere conversation "give us your three-bedroom apartment, and you will move to our one-room? You have no children, but we need them!"
It’s the peak of evolution, right?

I will uncover an even more terrible secret.

If the box has a different design, then it still has a display addressed to the buyer. If it "broke", then I will just refuse to buy. "I blindly" no one ever enters a PIN code.

The POS terminal is able to break not only the payment, but also the refund of the payment made on it before the closure of the shift. To return, you need your card and your check number (at least we have in the store). Although I suspect that now owners of terminals will rush here, whose return, oh-oh, unfortunately, is not supported.

The <lank> toothpaste, squeezed on the chest, quite accurately characterizes my morning condition.

I want to offer you a deal. Here’s the button, if you press it, you’ll immediately get a million dollars, but at the same time, one person you don’t know will die. Whether you do it or refuse, think about your decision.
For whom do you accept me? You can keep your million fucking fancies, just let me press that damn button!

You are “four hundred and fifty,” insert a card, type a PIN code. It was all 4150. Did you think it was 450?

It is evident that a man has never paid for anything with plastic.))) Comrade, I will uncover a terrible secret. On the POS terminal, in which the card is usually inserted, the amount is displayed BEFORE the PIN code is entered. If the box has a different design, then it still has a display addressed to the buyer. If it "broke", then I will just refuse to buy. "I blindly" no one ever enters a PIN code. On the contrary, when you pay in cash for a bunch of goods, calculating you is much easier and more interesting to the seller. Checks always break the right ones, but the excess money is immediately removed from the box and taken away from it, and you will prove what you will even get to remove the box. You understand yourself that with a fool you can not create this, there all the cash flows are under control. That’s why he doesn’t like the masters of points, by the way.

Well, do the button "Right, but not funny". Or I’m right on a part of the rubber...

It is strange that the surgeon and Panin are not members of parliament yet. One in the Culture Committee. Someone else would protect animals.

I add :

Samsung is going to send the owners of the Galaxy Note 7 a special set of things to return the phone, including a box made of a special insulating ceramic fiber.
The Samsung office
October 3 "We will send you a safe return box"
October 7 "The boxes do not explode."
October 12 "Some boxes sometimes explode..."
October 16 "Pofig, we begin to produce weapons."

Samsung has been producing it for a long time. BTRs, haubits, SAUs and security robots. Apparently, just someone from the department of development of mining equipment on the promotion to the telephone department came :)

There are a bunch of rock bands that were banned in the USSR for religious obscurity.
Nazareth and Black Sabath.

In Russia, they will soon be banned for satanism.

xxx: Not cumulative, but OBPG: operated (in the literal sense) armored subcaliber goose. If he was flying his ass and when he collided with the frontal he released a stream that broke the glass, then yes - cumulative.
YYY: Until this life of the engineer of the heat car did not prepare...

Q: Don’t confuse me. The linguist with the view of "in general" and other "appear" does not splash with saliva, but collects material for the dissertation. And the Grammar Nazis are not linguists, they are those who have never had a three in Russian at school, and they are still proud of this.

Group of linguists

xxx: Brothers, there is a schoolgirl 11th grade, you need to pull in German for DSD. 800-900 per hour, the deal is appropriate. Does anyone want here?
yyy: the guy teaches a schoolgirl German, but she has no money

All you need to know about Saratov: "Saturday Fair at Theatre Square will take place on Sunday"

WOW: It is called the "weekend trade fair". Just traditionally held on Saturday and the usual name - "Saturday".
So it was more correct to write "all you need to know about people who love to write "all you need to know".

The first snow on the roads is like the first sex: everyone wants something, they go somewhere, some even get something, but half even have no rubber :))

Mother :
I forgot to post it (or you will think I’m angry)

This was somewhere in the late 1990s. Kindergarten in the middle of October. We were taken out for a walk, all as usual, who tries to forge the sand, who takes away the toys from others. Why did I not sit there. And such a small gap between the building and the fence led me to leave this institution! I have broken! I will never forget that feeling! The first swing of freedom. Where to go? Go home of course! ) Arriving at my house, I remembered that my mom and dad were at work, so it was decided to get to my dad’s job (he was interested, he worked on a local TV channel. ) is Going to him in such a turn and at that time it was quite dangerous (it had to be crossed several times), but I managed to cope with all the difficulties of the way and presented myself to Dad in all his glory! I couldn't describe my daddy's face then, and I don't remember it now, but it was probably horror! Then he decided to call the garden and there was this dialogue:

Good day! You are worried about my dad. Tell me, where is my child?

Hi to you! He is with us, all well!

Are you sure? ! to

Absolutely of course!

well well! All the good!

We immediately headed to the place of my escape. It was scary and shameful. And it wasn’t just me.) By the time we arrived, the whole kindergarten was already on our ears! The teacher was fired. This is the story :)

I was in the fifth grade then, and my older sister was in the eighth, and it was winter in the yard, and with the permission of my parents, I sat with them and watched television until late in the evening. My sister went to bed early. And then my parents told me that it was time to go to bed (it was about 12 o’clock, or maybe the beginning of the first). I went to my room, at this time my sister woke up from a natural need to go to the toilet and, seeing me, asked that she had already missed school. What I answered was that she was already decently late and it was time to go out, she began to get messy, run to wash, and I just took it and went to bed. Our mother, seeing her sister dressing around the apartment at night and going, asked her what she was doing?, which was answered that she was late to school. Literally a minute later, my sister ran into the room and started screaming at me that I had cheated on her.



That day we both stood at different corners for a very long time, and in the morning we went to school.