When I was 10 years old and I lived in the USSR, which was not distinguished by the variety of goods, a "danger" happened to me - I forgot the keys to the apartment. Mom from work had to come not soon, and to cross through the neighboring balcony (as then practiced) I did not dare then. After sinking a little, I decided to use my considerations for the external identity of my castle with the castle of the neighbors opposite, and knocked. The elderly Zoya was at home.

What to you?

Can you give me your key to open my door?

How is it?

The castles are the same.

I persuaded her to give the key, approached the door and opened it. My friend did not share my joy:

Have you tried before?! to

and no.

The castle was changed.

I remembered one curious from an old job at the SC on the repair of equipment.

Sometimes it turns out that customers are not in a hurry to take their equipment from the word at all)) Usually when the cost of the announced repair is too high, the state of the equipment is no and do not want to pay for the diagnosis. Once a month the manager called on such requests of customers and asked to pick up the equipment even without paying for diagnosis, but many are just lazy)) but the space in our service was enough and we depended on the devices did not strain.

One morning, a man comes and asks, “Do you still have my laptop?” and extends a receipt of the old sample, the date of delivery 3 years ago (the base has changed over this time, the data has gone away). The administrator rounded her eyes, like, “Now let’s see.” I found a note on the shelf of "growing" technology, wears - gives and is interested in:

“Why did you go to us so long?” 

The man is like this;

“Yes, I just sat in jail, I couldn’t get it, you know. “Thank you, all the good.”

It was at sunset.)

Comrades repairers try to keep the equipment as long as possible, they can always come for it))

I remembered the winter (not New Year's) story that happened many years ago. My son was still young and my mother was still alive. So here...

One beautiful winter day we (I, my mother and my little son) went for a walk. As it happens, when we wear noise and cries, we catch a boy to stretch his hat. And then my mom says, “Something like a knock, you hear?” I answer: No.

M: Listen to me!

Probably repair somewhere.

M: No, it is knocking out the window!

What a window, we are on the 8th floor!

However, the knock on the glass is spread throughout the apartment. We walked around the apartment in search of the source of the sound. And, indeed, on the balcony in the snow someone stands and knocks on the glass! There was no limit to the joy of the son: Mom, look, Carlson! My first wish was to call 02. We approached with caution, looked closer: the grandmother is standing in a coat on the frost, crying and asking to let her go. Oh, that’s the neighbor comes to the mother-in-law and grandson to sit! They let in, grafted a valocordine, and she was hysterical: she went out to the balcony to hang underwear, and the grandson (3 years old) closed it and can not open. And she decided (in the winter on the slippery pavements, 8th floor) to the luck to climb onto our balcony! A few more minutes and we would go, desperate old lady! Luckily, she always had the keys and the phone in her jacket pocket! The entrance door was safely opened from the outside with keys. I ask, why did you not call anywhere? Why risk their lives? She says: she was afraid that the son and daughter-in-law will know and will not let her grandson go any more. He asked not to tell the neighbors. We saw Carlson.

It’s funny when the president wishes the Russians the best, and the prime minister offers them to stick.

Dad and Zoh.

My father was always a supporter of a healthy lifestyle - never drank, did not smoke, must have done many kilometers before breakfast, - in general, I was always far ahead of him, I just admired his energy.
The only thing I was categorically disagreeing with was that as soon as the sun was a little warmer in April, my dad began to walk barefoot. And so until October.
Oh well! You’ve already melted your legs up to size 48! I’m looking for shoes for dogs in the store. I remember, you had the size 46 before, I warned him.
But Dad was relentless – walking barefoot on the ground was helpful. And the sandals, hardly found in the store, were rolling.
Until he broke his leg. There was a need for sandals - I insisted that he should at least temporarily start wearing them.
Two days later, it was a problem again.
“Girl, look, I think I’ve caught the curtain.

I had never seen the skins of a begemot in the vicinity, but, in my sensations... My dad’s foot was something of the middle between a slate of paper and asphalt. Taze with hot water, with the evaporation of the legs for half an hour - also helped little.
For a long time, armed with a needle, I looked in, trying to find a hole. I took off my glasses, put on my glasses... Then I called my husband. We both, like the Inquisitioners, ticked the needle to the misfortune - suddenly lucky? Where is the entry?
We never found it, and we gave up. Asking Daddy not to walk barefoot anymore - you see which side you got it!
The father breathed for two days, shuddered (well, he was hindered by the unfounded slope), but stoically walked in sandals.
On the third day I couldn’t stand it, removed the hated shoe – and, oh miracle! It hurts as never before.
And in the foot of the sandalwood, piercing it through, torched the self-cut...

We didn’t put a tree on this New Year, we didn’t look at Putin, we didn’t eat an olive tree.
Well, guess, is this legal at all?! to
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