One childhood fairy tale I read to my daughter began like this: "Once upon a time there lived an adult four-year-old chicken..." And then I got a question I asked my aunt, who was somehow closer to the village and older, more experienced: "Do chickens live so long?" To which he received a thoughtful answer: "Maybe they live, but usually do not live."

Ironic about life.

Anyone who has gone over but does not want to leave must be planted.

It was somewhat cold. Ten degrees, rain, wind, I go out of the store, bored under the umbrella.
I see a boy in front. Maybe nine years. Sandals on bare feet, shorts, and shorts with a short sleeve. Brightly yellow.
I was overwhelmed. Ten degrees, in sensations like a fierce zero, rain, wind, and this cheerful little bitch in a bright yellow shirt, goes like nothing else, and eats ice cream.
The main thing is that he doesn’t run in a jump, squeezing from the cold, doesn’t squeeze, like all normal people, but goes so well. Not in a hurry, all concentrating on this Eskimo.
We arrived at the same time. I, bored, and he, pleased that it is cold outdoors, and so the ice cream does not melt so quickly.
A neighbor from the seventh. I know all the children in the entrance, but they are growing so fast, yesterday only in the sandbox slipped, today for beer stands.
I go into the elevator, look at him, and ask.
Do you not feel cold!? to
No of course! I was surprised by this humble, joyful bastard. I am in Mike!

When I learned about the closure of the search engine "Sputnik", in the development of which was invested 2 billion rubles and you think: I could have developed a non-functioning search engine for a smaller amount.