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God must be in the heart, not in the Constitution.

When in 1990 Gertruda Platas, a former prisoner of the Akmolin camp’s wife of the “traitors” of her homeland, arrived in Kazakhstan, she first told the employees of the Algir museum how she first saw the local Kazakhs and how they treated the prisoners.

One morning, when women prisoners, under a reinforced convoy, gathered shrubs on the shore of Zhalanash Lake to build barracks, old men and children — the locals of the neighboring Kazakh village of Zhanashu — jumped out of the shrubs. Children on the team of the elderly began to throw stones to tortured women (to perform the norm of 40 snaps of shrimp had to work on the frost for 17-20 hours a day). The convoys began to laugh loudly: say, see, you are not only in Moscow, you and here, in the hall, even children do not like you.

It was very offensive and painful, and, above all, morally, remembered Gertrude Plateau and other former prisoners. It repeated for several days. The insulted prisoners were only left to appeal to fate, complaining about the injustice of the stunned and angry Kazakhs by Stalin’s propaganda.
One day, turning away from the stones that flew on them, Gertrude, debilitated, stumbled and fell face to face in those stones. When she got into them, she suddenly smelled cheese, and realized that these same stones smelled... cheese and milk! She took a piece and put it in her mouth – it seemed to her very delicious.
She picked up the camels and brought them to the bar. There were also Korean prisoners. They said it was Kurt, a salt cheese dried in the sun. It turns out, risking the lives of their own children, the heart-sick Kazakhs, having not found another way just this way, without causing suspicion in the guards, shared with the prisoners the last thing they had - a court, in order at least to support the hungry poor women, since they themselves in the 1930s learned the hunger and deprivation.
Secretly from the guards, they left for the prisoners under the bushes pieces of cooked meat, bullshit, curtains, cakes. Gratitude to the Kazakh people, the women told, they carried through all their lives. “All the camps are bad, but it was in Kazakhstan that many survived and, above all, thanks to the Kazakhs. They were hungry, cold, deprived,” they confessed.
The memories of Gertrude Plateau formed the basis of the poem “Kurt – a precious stone”.

My son has been wearing the “I am for Putin” t-shirt for 2 weeks. During this time, he was ignored and even tried to throw a bottle into him. What will happen to him if he leaves the house?

Recently, customers are “gratified”)



- Here is a photo of the original document on the vatsap, can you do the work for today?

Yes, +50% to standard payment

Do you need to pay half of the price?

No, this is your standard payment, plus half for urgency.

I can get it tomorrow, I need it.

Yes, +50% to standard payment

I don’t like to pay...

Wait a week.

Okay, we wait

Okay

The next day, the bell at dawn.

Can I get it today?

Yes, +50% to standard payment

Your manager told me that you can pick up at the usual price today!

I was with her until night in the office and I know you didn’t even talk to her.

I won’t order from you because I’ve offended you.! to

The man is 36 years old.)

She worked in a reception room, which only the ambulance did not drive.

A woman over 50: ate a pack of soda - alkalized the body.

Girl, 19 years old: took my grandmother's insulin and injected herself, deducted that it helps to lose weight.

A man, about 30 years old: in the sick tooth accumulated acids from the battery.

Man, 60+: a friend repaired a toothprothesis in his mouth with a solder.

A woman, 40 years old: hungry and for purification, she drank oil instead of water.

Man: treated allergies, took about 1 kilogram of activated charcoal.

Treatment of dementia and courage is spent enormous money. There is something to remember.

I was looking for an apartment in the glorious city of Rostov-on-Don. All the ads were answered by the callers. Well, what to do, the apartment should be rented, not in the car to sleep. I agreed to visit and visit the apartment I was interested in. The owner is an elderly man. Apparently a worker. I am a nervous guy aged 27-29. I looked at the apartment and it all worked out. Further conversation (X - the owner of the apartment, I-I, R-realtor):

Why is half the lamp not lighting?

X is burned. Change and compensate.

I am not a question. I also sell electricity, including light bulbs.

(X) A cable, in the case of the need to change the input, you sell?

I am not a question. Sold at a good discount. Here is a visit card.

You want to get along with me! Give me a visit!

He tried to grab the card from the owner’s hand. A stunned look of the owner of the apartment and a blow to the realtor. Takes him for a blanket and throws him out of the apartment.

What have we agreed?

and yes))

Eventually I dropped 2. of monthly value. And I sold him a SIP, a meter, a BZUM and machines at a cost.

House between the cold town of YUFU and the hospital. I still remember with a smile.

It was long ago. 15 to 16 years ago. Announced construction check-up - to appear in so much, carrying an alarming suitcase. Contents - pads for a couple of days, soap, nuts, needles, underwear, socks. And a lamp. With spare batteries and a spare lamp.

The inspector walks, the content checks. It is my turn.

Conserves are not outdated, a shave is available, threads are available.

Turn on the lamp!

I Include. The light.

Change the battery!

I change. Everything is great.

Where is the lamp?

-Comrade Captain, this is a LED lamp, and it contains 12 pieces of these lamps. They cannot burn at the same time. Only with an atomic explosion, because a semiconductor.

Then there was an atomic explosion. Would you stay without a lamp?

Why do I need a lamp?