I don’t know how old I was at the time, but my dad was at work and my mom had to go out with my dog. I was afraid to stay home alone and decided to call my grandmother on the phone. I call the number the first time, I get the wrong place, the second, the third... Panic grows, the woman who took the telephone, at first just replied that I did not get there, but realizing that the matter is coming to tears, she began to talk to me. I don’t even remember what, but she talked to me until my mom came. So many years have passed, and I still remember this unknown woman with gratitude.

The case was in the 90s. My mom and dad were young and started living together. Dad at the time held one store on the radio market for the sale of components for the computer including monitors. The buyer comes. His friend in the store, on the contrary, says arguments in favor of the monitor he has, and his dad about the monitor he has. The discussion. And then my dad says, "I have this monitor for six months, I use it myself and don't believe it, it doesn't collect dust at all!"

The seller is in shock, the buyer too. How is it? This argument became decisive.

Dad comes home and tells Mom, "What a cool monitor, in addition to its basic qualities, he does not collect dust."

And his mother looks at him and says, “Andrei, are you stupid? I wipe it every week.”

After the alarming February and March in Russia, there is always an even more alarming October and November.

by Vasya Sidorova

Well well well. Not in every class. Well, at least in one of the “A”, “B”, “B”, “G” in each Soviet school was his Vasya Sidorov. An empty, stubborn look. In the children's room of the police. Take the little thing from the child. and so on. The whole set. The school dreamed when Vasya finished eighth grade and went to PTU. In our school, the council made a fatal mistake. Vasya Sidorova was left for the second year. The law on general secondary education has not been repealed. This meant a hyena of fire for those who were to learn with him, and a paradise for those who, having cut off Vasis dust from their feet, went on the light path of knowledge.
Tamara Nikolaevna Malceva, a history teacher who took Vasya, tried all of her pedagogical talents, like some moves began, but the next academic year ended. You had to release. The board did not fail this time. In the certificate with no shaking hand was placed "satisfactory" on all subjects. Vasa and the School went each their own way.
Tamar Nikolaevna rested well that summer. The first September is approaching. Once, walking with her granddaughter in the park, she met Vasya. He noticed her from a distance, smiled, shrugged her hands...
How are you living, Vasco?
Well well! You know, thanks to you I understood a lot...Now I went to school...
For the astronauts? (On the street of the Soviet Cosmonauts in our city there is a professional and technical school, where they prepare tinted painters, electricians... well, the elite...).
No is! In the sanitary! I have everything ahead!
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Bright memory to you, Tamara Nikolaevna! Teacher of God! Thank you to everyone who taught me.

We have stopped hundreds of flights and will soon cut our fleet by half.
And what did you do to fight global warming, you cursed Anglo-Saxons?