A tornado in Siberia is impossible, like a shore in Peter.
There is a possibility in Siberia.

He also experimented with blood transfusions.

Academic A.A. Bogomolets claimed that a person can live up to 150 years. Stalin closely monitored his work, provided him with all kinds of support and did not skip rewards and titles. When the academic died in 1946 at the age of 65, Stalin said, “Here, a fraudster: I deceived everyone!”

Based on the recent story of the Tobolsk prison castle.
I am a journalist and a friend from another city came to me to practice in our newspaper. I arrived at 7 a.m. and at 9 a.m. we were in the office. I am given an assignment - to go to Siso for the opening of a new regime corps. The girlfriend knows no one in the editorial office or in the city, but to go far and for a long time, so the only option is to take her with you.
They arrived. We were conducted around the corps, we were all shown and told, we were photographed in the cameras, all things. Then the banquet.
I was never on a steeper drinking table again, as you understood - on the lengthy table, every half-meter, there was a litre bowl with red caviar, in each of which a spoonful of a tablespoon was spinning, say, you must swallow the jump yourself. a few hot dishes, a selection of drinks - names 10... we sit, we drink, we swim... well, a friend comes sms from my mom, say how the daughter arrived, how met? My daughter wrote: "We have met very well! I sit in SIZO, drink cognac, eat red caviar with a tablespoon, shoot in the chamber!" Mom humour did not appreciate...

Here you sit in front of the computer on the internet and think: what is this good website making money? No gram of advertising, no hints at all - a clean sheet and naked information. But one day, I don’t know why, I forgot to update Adblock in my browser. I’ve never expected to see so much ‘naked information’ on my favorite sites even in expectation!!! to

It was dark and people could not see where to go. Then the brave Danko decided to show everyone an example, broke his chest, pulled out his burning heart and went.

“Oh!” the people thought. They broke each other’s breasts and broke each other’s hearts, so that each could go where it pleases.

This is how this proud tribe disappeared.

I bought a set of wires at FixPrice. I used a couple and cleaned it.
My mom found them today. I made a sofa with them.

The New Time Proverb:
Why do you think so much about my education and your rights? Think about your education and my rights.

If everyone followed the protocol and common sense, the number of catastrophe films, terrorists and other horrors would be reduced by 99.9%.
yyy: * wakes up in the hospital, sharply breaks out the catheters from the veins*
* dying because they were quite important medicines*

The deceitful person sorts things before washing.
I knew one girl who was soaking her white underwear with her socks and washing her children’s clothes with her male.
............
I don’t pretend to be condemned, but in my universe ALL things come out of the machine in ONE state: clean. Child and male. Socks and a towel. Are you different? Should your socks remain dirty even after washing?

Let’s combine the discussion of washing socks and the branch about mushrooms!

During his student years, one of his comrades in a common laundry washed his socks. and forgotten. On all of this, strange mushrooms grew - thin, in the hair, leg and round little hat thickening. Comrade was reminded of washing with the phrase "the enzymes have grown in you". There was then fashion on powders with bioadditives-enzymes.

Experience shows that documentation is written for users and read by competitors.

OracleLover> How to make a child obey you without resorting to violence?
The usual set - bribery, blackmail, fraud, threats.

We didn’t get into your policy until you used it on our internet.

Those who get up late are better off sleeping.

The Winter. The morning. Construction of a gas pipeline. It is bright, but there are also reflectors and lights. Against the uneven structure of workers and masters in new orange helmets stands the chief engineer of the office, in a white helmet on the fur armor.



Behind it a small, twelve-ton pipeline with an expanded arrow. The hose of the pipeline is half-lowed and slightly swirled by the wind.



Snoring from the permeability and the constant oath of the voice, the main, habitually screams the pipe and whisper of the wind. He is lecturing on industrial safety. A light frost at minus twenty-four. One degree is missing. Those who flew out of the main word freeze and fall on the still clear morning snow.



In the cabin of the pipeline carrier is a poorly awakened machinery driver. There is warm. He is asleep and does not notice that he is a little "missing", gradually grinding his hook.



- Today, my dear ones, on the track General of the State Gortechnadzor. And if one of you, a fox, is noticed by them without a helmet, then his comrades will bury in this trunk without any excavator, using a keil and a toothbrush. And the one who thinks that a helmet on the track is not necessary, let him say immediately, in order not to torture comrades, I will explain everything to him popularly with the help of the hands, - the chief shows the structure, hidden in a fur gloves, - and I will show very intelligently on examples...



at this time. Hunted by another wind blow of the pipeline. Carefully ticks the head on the white helmet. in the back. Gak is small, but heavy. The main falls.



The people are staring at the main circus with examples of industrial safety.



- Approximately in this way, - the slightly contured chief rises up and removes the helmet, in order to scratch the broken spot, - and there would be no helmet...



He spreads his hands to the sides and lowers his head, showing with all his appearance the hopelessness of being when without a helmet. He cannot negotiate. The fucking jack. Submitting to the next momentum of the wind beats the main right in the forehead. and easy. This time, the principal doesn’t even fall, but just rolls.



“Without a helmet,” he concludes his lecture, “it would have been much more painful. And some who now have me, regardless of the helmet, jump to an accident at work.



And under the friendly rust of the people who are diverging on the cars climbs into the cabin of the pipeline maker. A sleeping driver.

Did you sleep with my wife?
A minute, I’ll look at it now. Yes I slept.
I am dissatisfied.
A minute (the notebook is listed). I too...

I have a pop Merkel.
YYYY: Oo
YYY: is it tired?
XXX is fucking
XXX is frozen
XXX: The Telephone

This is a diary in images, Pushkin's visual commentary on himself, a special record of thoughts and feelings, a sort of report on people and events.

And in fact, Alexander Sergeevich simply thoughtlessly painted on the fields, when he did not want to listen to the needy "thin" knowers of creativity, who told him what the author of a work wanted to say, and what the pictures on the fields mean.

Fuck, why are you so fucking like people who are completely unfamiliar with you wash their socks? Wash yours as you want. Get away from the strangers.

I go to the market.
In the fruit department I see the price "FENEKY VYALENY". On the machine: why in the fruit department and not in the meat?