I remembered this story when I heard the memories of the cake for classmates, which Sasha Gudkov told in the story show "Bleef". So in my post-Soviet childhood there were not many cookeries, and in those that were, the sales leaders were baked, sugar tongues and cake "Cartoshka". Therefore, we went to school tea drinks with home cakes. I won't say that my mom was a genius cook, but she only got one kind of baking cake from the sweet. By the third class, the uniformity in the form of these very pancakes was tired. So my mom decided to cook cake for my classmates.



I will remind you that the action takes place in the early 90s, my mother is not a cook at all, the recipes to get was difficult, and YouTube, with a lot of chefs, did not exist yet. In short, they survived as they could. I don’t know what a miracle, but my mom managed to get a recipe for the cake. A culinary masterpiece was done until late at night, because it was necessary to bring it to the class already in the morning. My mom managed to cook cakes, lubricate everything with a deficient condensate, cut the cake in the shape of a brick. The masterpiece was ready. The last action in the recipe was to cool the cake in the refrigerator for 8-12 hours. It's me now, thanks to the chefs from YouTube, I realize that this way the shells were impregnated, and then this recommendation sounded strange. My mom thought the cake should be cold. Well, plus fatigue after work / cooking, in short, realizing that before leaving school only 5 hours, my mom decided to put the cake in the freezer and get it in the morning to cool off.



The refrigerator was good. The freezer was working properly. I am grateful to my mom for repairing the refrigerator. Within 5 hours the cake turned into a strong frozen brick. Cutting it was impossible, waiting for it to melt, too, was not possible. After breathing in, the mother sent the cake to the regular chamber of the refrigerator, said that the hell of such experiments and went to call the kitchen where her friend worked. In front of the school we went to pick up a paddle of cake. I told everyone that my mom did it, but the kitchen in the area was one and everyone knew that my mom was a bookkeeper, so they understood where the cakes came from. Although no one said anything. In the evening, we decided to try the cake. Mom pulled him out and he finally dissolved. For me, this is the most delicious cake. After all, he was the only one my mother prepared for my whole childhood. Taboo experiments in the kitchen mother removed only with the appearance of the grandson. Recently, they even baked pizza together and fed me with it.

There was a student with me in the group. At each session he always had a terrible crash, tails 5-6. Since the group was very friendly with us, we all tried to help him: we wrote labs, helped on all deliveries.

I once asked him why it happened, because he can do without a tail.

He replied, "You understand when I have a crash, a bunch of hassle and trouble, the countdown is silent... When I run and close my tails at the very last moment I feel the taste of life. Its fullness.”

The Altai Territory. Festival of Songs of the Author Powaliha-94. The festival was held on the lawn of the pine forest, near the abandoned pioneer camp. There was a small stage on the lawn, a place for spectators in front of it, and around, in picturesque chaos, tents were located. The toilet was only "J", he was in the forest away, and a path led to him. So, walking in search of a fire dryer, my friends and I found a broken statue of a gips pioneer. The statue had no legs below the ankle, hands and head. The sun was already sinking, and in the beginning of darkness the white statue looked terrible. We didn’t think of anything better than pulling her off to the woman’s toilet trail. Thro the night there were periodic whispers on that side and the noise of breaking branches was heard.

As a police officer, we were often sent to help doctors. Mostly these were cases of hospitalization of drunk bullies, suicides and other everyday PNDs.



This time we also went to the ambulance. The patient is a middle-aged man, not bold, just absolutely unwilling to go anywhere with people in white coats. And here is the lady of the fieldsher, tired of conspiracies, kicks us, say your turn to conspire. The man, seeing this, begins to scream: "Don't approach, I have an open form of tuberculosis, I will start to care about you now!" I turn to the doctor and ask, “Isn’t this dangerous?“The doctor honestly says, ‘No, of course, it’s not dangerous,’ he gets out of his pocket and puts on a medical mask.



We persuaded the man to go to the hospital. I have become less confident with doctors.

It is good to be a master! All things are afraid of you. All things are hidden, and you rest for your pleasure.

A group of Chinese tourists during a tour of the Red Square found the body of Vladimir Ilyich Lenin on the lawn and brought it to the Mausoleum.
In fact, on the lawn next to GUM was not Lenin, but the Moscovite Alexander Karlyšev, who earns money by photographing with tourists in the image of the leader of the world proletariat. Externally, he is very similar to Ilyich, and his suit and tie are tailored to Lenin's pattern taken from the photographs. After drinking a little with Stalin's double, Alexander went to rest, but then the Chinese noticed him. They decided that the perpetrators had kidnapped and thrown Lenin’s body, lifted it up and carried it with respect to the Mausoleum.
Employees of the Kremlin Command, who guard the Mausoleum, were extremely surprised when two dozen Chinese began to knock on the door of the graveyard. They were even more surprised to see what tourists were trying to bring into the mausoleum vestibule.
“I even sent a fighter to see if our Vladimir Ilyich was in place, so much his twin was similar. Then I tried to explain to the Chinese that this Lenin is not ours, but they did not understand Russian, and I do not speak Chinese. For half an hour, he tried to explain with them, then shrugged his hand and took Lenin under his responsibility," the commander told reporters.
Carlysheva was not given to the Chinese to enter the mourning hall of the Mausoleum. They laid him on the floor of the vestibule and, lowly worshiping the body, left. Waiting a few minutes, the officers put Lenin slightly trembling outside.

Men have only one thing in mind – not to extinct humanity.

The seller is pleased:

My router is not working at all.

Included in the router?

I am stupid, but not so much. No, so much...

Short hips