XXX: There was a case yesterday. I put the car in the yard and always put a paper with a number under the glass.

In the morning, I am called and asked to replace the car, because builders have arrived and are going to arrange excavations.

Well, okay, I went out and changed, but because I was sleepy, I did not pay attention to the fact that I went to the neighboring yard, where the shlagbaum was, but at the time of my passage it was just open.

In the evening, I go pick up the car and I see that the shlagbaum is closed.

I press the call button - zero attention.

I go to another shlagbaum, there is a challenge, the controller answers. I say I want to leave, he says I want to leave only on passes. I tell him that I accidentally got into their yard and I don’t have a passport.

At this, the controller tells me that these are my problems and they do not release local ones.

Honestly, I was out for a minute. I tell the controller that they don’t have to hold me, the controller just threw the phone.

I stand and pick 102 approaches a aunt and asks what I am doing here, I explain to her that I accidentally got into a strange courtyard and want to leave, she tells me that I lied and specifically went to her courtyard and that now nobody will let me go. Word by word, a verbal conflict began, a team of alkashi came to her, who began to scream at me with her.

As a result, she used to fight, pushed her away from herself, caused mentions, wrote a statement and left.



Yyy: Just a fucking shit (sorry)!! This is a shit, an ordinary courtyard, not a regime object.

The supremacy of the Duma over reason.

Accidentally, at night, I read out to everyone a memorable verse about Barmalay, from Korney of our Chukovsky.
Well, everyone probably remembers – small children... for nothing in the world...

The first part is banal - Daddy and Mommy fell asleep at night, and Tanetchka and Vanetch - to Africa running
In short, the usual children's chaos, exacerbated by the barbed grass of Cornea Ivanich.
However, for our investigation, it is not so important how Tanetchka and Vanetchka were captured by Barmaley.

Begin immediately with the second part, when the children fit Abolit with the words "Switch, let go of these little children."
Continue reading carefully.

But the evil of Ibbolit is enough.
And in the fire of Ibbolita throws.
And it burns, and Ibolit shouts:
“Oh it hurts! Oh it hurts! It hurts!”

That is, Ibolit was physically placed in the fire, and, judging by "Hey, it hurts" - the fire burned.

Next is the "Gorilla Goes, the Crocodile Leads" and Aybolit's prayer for death:

So please, sooner
swallow the barley,
The greedy barbarians
would be missing,
would not swallow
These little kids!

and all. These are Ibsen’s last words. The last force, so to say.

Then begins the Thrash and Ugar:

I am glad, I am glad, I am happy, I am happy, I am happy, I am happy, I am happy, I am happy, I am happy, I am happy.
Then he went to the fire, where he was burning, and the fire was burning. The edition]
You are us, you are us.
He saved from death.
You have released us.
You are in a good hour.
He saw us,
Oh good crocodile!

The remains of Aybolit not only did no one think of pulling out of the fire, but he is not even on the list of children's liberators!
They just forgot about him.
Then everyone switched to Barmalay, who suddenly loved the children and was very happy to go to Leningrad. Then everyone started to have fun and dance, laugh and eat mint spices.
There is no mention anywhere that at least after all these dances and cranes, the children extinguished the fire, took the burnt body of Aybolit from there to betray the Earth. He was either burned to the ground and his ashes were scattered by the wind, according to African customs.

The life of a good doctor turned out to be the price that disobedient children paid for a careless walk through Africa in spite of the parents' ban.

Elon created the conditions and in his team the best young scientists from all over the world. Putin has created the conditions for our best young scientists to be in Ilon’s team. In a way, we do one thing.

In his life, the students sent us on a train to Moscow. It was about two days to go, and since at that time the students were supposed to allocate a coupe, then when they made the trip, they did not take a look or did not give importance, but all the students were distributed by composition from the first to the last wagon. Loaded on the train in shape, hairy, slipped. After the train touched, everyone closed in the coupe and boldly changed their shape to sports costumes. And, of course, we went to each other in guests:) The first ride on the train devastated the beer stockpiles in the restaurant car. The second step overturned everything that was not overturned in the first and could burn with varying degrees of intensity. For two days, the train stood on the ears, the students broke away as they could. Before arriving in Moscow, the squad, as a team, closes in a coupe and changes shirt, haircut, washed, shaved. In Moscow, students met a high rank, a colonel like. Students as for selection, beautiful people, set up on the pearl, eagles! Well, and the chief of the train goes out, the colonel told him, how did they behave, socoli? He says, yes, no, good guys, as they sat down, in the box closed, not heard, not seen all the way. But here the athletes, the bastards, two days did not give anyone rest!