Yesterday I was with my husband in the Leroy Merlin store, for the new year there are selling a lot of artificial trees. And there are tree trees made of prushes and stretched on them by myshura. Just such trees from the shrub - a budget option, so to speak. I tell my husband - when I was a child, we also put such a tree. Her dad himself welded from the armature, or something thinner there, and dad was the welder. The husband laughed, then saw my face and asked, “Are you serious?” I thought you were joking.



I thought it was such a different childhood. I had an armor tree cooked by my dad—and until this year it seemed quite normal to me.

Her wife paints and also makes wax models for jewellery. For this purpose, there is a special and compact wax solder on batteries, carry it with you, in a bag. Today, after work, stands at the stop, waiting for the bus.

A guy approaches and asks:

Sorry, do you not smoke?

and no.

What a good man! The man is standing and waiting for transportation. And my wife thinks, maybe he did not ask for a cigarette, but to smoke, and I just have a solder with me and he burns heavily. I can help a man. He asks him:

Do you want a cigarette or smoke?

Cigarettes are there, the lighter is broken.

So let me let you smoke? I just have a paddle with me.

What other brush? The guy asked surprisingly.

On the batteries! The wife responds boldly and adds, taking the solder: "Look how well it is burning.

The guy smokes a little, asking him:

Why do you wear a soldier with you?

So I am an artist. My wife explains.

The guy goes away in complete misunderstanding and stands quietly at the stop.

I heard the story from a very funny taxi driver about a week ago, the scene is Ekaterinburg. We went with a friend to a bar and talked about life with a driver who, as it turned out, worked as a pilot all his life, but because of a leg injury decided to change the profession and the last three months he is taxing. And then I asked about the most inadequate case in his service. I tell the following: Taxi Driver (T), Passenger (P)



T: I was somehow ordered to the hospital in Berezovsky (a suburb of Yekaterinburg), picked up a man there, who had to get to the center, and he makes a business offer to me.

Q: Listen, I’ll give you a piece of stuff, and you’ll help me, I have a missing aunt here, you’ll help her get out of the hospital and put her on the back, or I’ll not get it alone. On the other side of the hospital, go and get her.

T: Well, the stuff on the road does not roll, I will help the man. I go to another hospital building, raise my eyes, and there is a sign: “Morg.” What kind of aunt is this?

Q: Yes, she died with me, and the catapult is worth 12 thousand, I don’t have that much. Here you have a pity rapid, and she has the biggest suitcase, just fit. I will pay for help.

T: And how do you imagine that we are going to go from the suburbs to the center of Yekaterinburg on Friday evening with the body in the trunk, but it’s a doher now.

Q: No, I will explain everything to them, they will immediately understand, and you will not bother.



In short, the taxi driver refused the offer and went a long way away.

Received from a woman's posture does not relieve from the obligation to stick further.

Jenna and Anjuta live in a country house. The windows of their houses look at an infinite field. They call it the Field of Miracles. Incredible creatures come from there.

One day a sheep came. Where are the sheep in Moscow? But she complained, froze, and asked for food. The owners fed. By some reflection settled to the dogs - about the same caliber. Not to horses, cows, pigs, chickens, ducks, goats, rabbits, barbs, barbs (the whole list of humanity will be missed, these are very good people).

The sheep in the dog herd quickly mastered. She carefully studied her habits, learned to swallow with a light accent, and soon took an active part in the expulsion of all herds to the pasture. As in the pasture itself, she showed herself no worse than dogs.

She lived with them for a few years. But one day an unbelievable thing happened - through the Field of Miracles, a sheep's oats broke. You would know what joy was expressed on her face. “Morda” is not appropriate here. Turning around, she expressed pure human gratitude to the masters and rushed to her own.

If we assume that most Kremlin officials have foreign passports, then in essence the country is governed by a colonial administration.