I had a relationship with an alcoholic in the past. I was young and stupid. I met on vacation with a beautiful man, a romance that continued after coming home. After some time it turned out that the hero of my novel actually drinks bitter, and on vacation he had just a period of sobriety. He was just drowned by his family after another drink. I was deeply in love and believed that with the power of my love I would be able to save him, to pull him out of the mud, to make him stop drinking. I realized it was impossible, only a few months later. The man drank, as it turned out, all his conscious life and kept on the float only thanks to his relatives. But at first I was wearing pink glasses and going on dates with him, and then I even lived with him for a while until the same pink glasses slept. Every meeting with him was wonderful in its own way. But I especially remembered one thing. In the winter evening, I came to the arranged place, under the shop next to his house. There was no cavalry. I waited ten minutes and decided to call him. Maybe something happened.

Then I am I, this guy.

I am...Hello! Something happened? I have been waiting for you for 10 minutes. You will not come? have forgotten?

H: No is no. I have come. I am here.

I: How did I come? You are not here.

Q: I am here. And I see you. You are in a white jacket.

Yes, in the white. Where are you?

I fell behind the cars and lay down. But I see you.

xxx: I had a pipe flowing and a neighbor on the ground floor was fighting for a long time. It seemed like it was fine, promising not to bother anymore.

Three years passed. I am on a mission. The hotel. A tube breaks in my room. At the floor below, also on a business trip, was my neighbor.

Between the house and the hotel about 6000 km.

YYY: I respect you! Pursue the neighbors.

Once the first-class son confessed that he fell in love with the girl Masha in the class.

Some time later, Masha’s mother shared with my wife the secret that Masha was also indifferent to my son.

So, on the weekend, all of the class went on a day trip. I watched the lovers. They were the most indifferent people.

Young people are always expensive.

At the beginning of the 20th century, the goalkeeper of the Czech national team, František Planicka, was famous for his ability to confidently beat the penalties of even the best bombers. When an eleven-metre-long was assigned to his gate, he seemed to take off the cap from his head, sweep it into the gate and took his position. Nine times out of ten, the opponent's team's footballer hit exactly the corner of the gate where the cap went.

On the first wedding night, the young people in bed long corresponded on the phone and fell asleep tired and happy.