A few years ago, I had an incident that I remembered for a lifetime.

It was home, closer to the evening. I do, therefore, the household, as I hear a knock, as strong as if someone is breaking into the neighboring door. A minute passes, two, the knock does not stop, and I have a baby sleeping, sleeping sensibly.

I look in the hall. The neighbor is broken. When you see me, it is immediately justified:

How can you whisper so much that you can’t hear anything.

And with irritation knocks on further, but quieter.

A little while passed and I heard a loud knock on the window. By the way, our balconies and neighbors were adjacent. In general, on the balcony stands pepper (well dressed) and asks to arrange him a "corridor" to the door, for which he at the grave of life will be grateful to me. Don’t help the guy, don’t jump from the third floor.



And... it would seem like an ordinary story of lovers with a light conflictless end, if not my hungry husband with a heavy wallet had come home on time.

Once a friend came to visit a friend. In the room, the elderly grandfather showed him with a whirlwind, looked here and immediately pulled a screwdriver into his foot. Then he fell to the floor with wild cries. The grandfather was helped, and the visitor, who was frozen with his eyes opened, explained the situation. Grandfather has a prothesis, and this is his favorite trick - to wrap the screwdriver into the tree, shocking the guests. But age takes its own, sclerosis began, and grandfather began to forget what leg he did not have.

If the driver is sitting behind the car, it is not so scary. But what if there is a boiling tea?

Epigram
“Behind every great man is a great woman.”
“Well, behind every great man is a woman... and not one... a whole row.”
Salon Aphorisms

The older generation knows well that the Marshal of the Soviet Union Konstantin Konstantinovich Rokosovsky was a beautiful, charming and loving man, aristocratically treating women. No wonder he was so successful. With this trait of his personality connected many anecdotes and stories. Here is one of them.

End of April 1945.
In the morning, an aircraft landed on the airfield near Berlin, which was sent from Moscow by the Staff of the Supreme Commander-in-Chief to take Roccosovsky to the meeting on the final defeat of the fascist log.

But not just an airplane, but an airplane with a surprise in the form of the official wife of Julia Petrovna. Since the commander of the 2nd Belarusian Front was occupied with the management of troops, Yulia Petrovna was met and accompanied by his adjunct.

Conflict began in the headquarters of the front. Numerous front wives of Rokossovsky - machinery, translators, communications, doctors - decided that he decided to fulfill his long-standing promise to show them Moscow, began to collect their things and rushed to the plane. Well, who will refuse to allow a woman into the salon who confidently claims that she is the wife of the commander of the front?

With his task - to keep Yulia Petrovna away from the headquarters - the assistant managed brilliantly. Rocosovsky met his wife in the dining room during lunch, kissed, began to cheer with compliments. It was time to leave, and they sat in the jeep.

Near the aircraft, in which one and a half dozen front beautiful women were sitting, awaiting a walk around the capital with their idol, they were met by a pilot in a combiné and a helmet and, stretching out in a string,:
Comrade Commander, we can’t fly, the plane is bleaked.

How can it be?

I am very upset, Comrade Marshal.

Someone else, probably, would get out of himself, started screaming, like "what nonsense this is, ice for a month like not, etc." But Konstantin Konstantinovich is not such a person. He looked at the sun rising from the sky, the grass bursting loudly, the first dwarfs, and thought for a moment. The pilot went through the war. I worked with Zhukov. I went to Major. So not a fool. So he wants to tell you what you can’t say. But what exactly?”

Once again I looked at the sun, the grass, the wife, and I understood it.
-Comrade Major, I give you 30 minutes to eliminate the bleaching.

And he took his wife on the "villis" to the other end of the airfield to show her the grove, where the slugs were already squeezing. He told her that the voices of birds at night could be heard, that recently his fighters liberated the village of Fogelzang, which in German means "bird trell", in short, carried all that sweet nonsense about peaches and turkeys that women so like.

The pilots, meanwhile, called a truck and five soldiers from the command company from the headquarters. The women were told they were no longer flying anywhere. There was noise, gamma, violence, outrage, protests. But those with a good word, and those with a shoe under the ass, were transferred from Li-2 into a covered car and taken to the location of the unit.

Yulia Petrovna returned to Moscow in an uplifted mood.
The family idyll of the Roccosovsky family managed to preserve.

Well, all - lost - it is time to return and retirement age back to its legal place!

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