The case was in the mid-1990s and I had a neighbor Andrew, 4 years older than me. Every day we played together in the courtyard, riding the great ones, generally doing what we could. One day, his parents bought him a dandelion. For the first month, I spent almost all my free time watching TV. Fortunately there was no limit. But a couple of months later I learned from Andrewha that his parents decided to move to a different city. The last day, before he left, I came to say goodbye to him. It was very sad to lose a friend. We shrugged each other’s hands and promised to write letters and keep in touch. And before I was about to leave, Andrewcha asked him to wait a few minutes and ran home. What I didn’t expect was to see him with Dendi in his hands and words:
Hold it! It is for your memory!
Every time I played dendy, I remembered my friend Andrew. This is neighborhood friendship.
R.s And I am still in contact with Andrew.
( by v. I don’t understand anything in the code. Jan doesn’t understand anything about the product. The only developer who understands is gone. And here we sit together, he says that the example should do this piece of code. I show him what theoretically this can be in the appendix...
You are just like detectives. Who is Holmes and who is Watson?
“Honestly, we’re only drawing to the Scotland Yard police for now, which Holmes treated with extreme contempt.
In our army, the senior man used the word “sexual” all the time and called everyone “gay.”
For example:
“Yes... you two gay guys have taken this box in your hands and sexually carry it in a cap.
YYY: Such jokes can talk about latent homosexuality.
XXX: I don’t know about homosexuality... but the pidoras was rare!
Tatiana Isakovna saw a child standing on the second floor window.
He, pressing his nose to the glass, watched the children playing in the fields.
All the children were already taken out for a walk after a half-day, and this watched them out of the bedroom window.
Actually it was me.
I rarely slept in the “silent hour”, and that time the educators decided to punish me by locking me in the bedroom for a walk.
I went out on the window.
Tatiana Isakovna was leading her group for a walk when she saw me standing dangerously. She was terrified, spoke badly to my teacher, ran and took me to her group. and forever.
He was a man of decisions and actions.
A few years later we went to Moscow with her. In the electric. We are me and mom. Then we joined her and her family.
And here we went into the electric car, the doors were shaken, closing, with a slight push the composition touched, I began to look at the place near the window, when in the tambour people excitedly climbed, and outside a female scream was heard.
This woman didn’t have time to jump into the car. Half her coat clamped on the door, and now the electric car dragged her on the perron.
Someone in vain tried to open the door. And Tatiana Isakovna, scattering men and women, stumbled into the stop-kran in a tamper, threw off two such yellow pencil on it, and for these pencil turned the steering wheel. The electric stands up. The door opened.
We went into the car again.
I sat by the window and, not noticing the scattering landscapes, thought, “How does she know how to use a stop crane? Why did she stop the composition? How did she know what she was supposed to do right now and exactly that?”
Twenty years later, I came from Moscow.
It was day. The car is half empty.
I looked out the window and on the sides, paying attention to the young women.
Someone was standing with a wheelchair. Going out was.
Through the door window I could not see her, and I thought that when she came out, I would appreciate her figure through the car window.
The electricity stopped. The woman pushed her wheelchair to the exit. It did not appear on the peron.
She remained in the tambour. Obviously I was going out.
The driver said, “Be careful, the doors are closing.”
I realized that most likely the wheel of the wheel fell between the edge of the perron and the threshold of the wagon. and stuck. There was simply no other explanation.
In confirmation of my guess, a weak alarming and complaining scream was heard from the tambour.
No one in the car could see it. Perron was empty.
He moved through half the car to the stop-crack, and knocked down the red pen.
The passengers looked at me with round eyes.
And I jumped out into the paddle and saw that she was already on the paddle, nervously crying, and the wheelchair on the paddle next to her, and some man standing nearby, who apparently helped her.
In the car, nobody saw or understood anything. Can you imagine how surprised they looked at me?! to
If it wasn’t for Tatiana Isakovna’s deed, I’t have been able to break the stop-kran right now.
If I had guessed, I would not have decided.
This understanding came in childhood - there are situations when you cannot look back at others, but you need to decide and decide yourself.