I sit next to the garage and smoke. Next to his car, a neighbor digs up.For instance, he does it constantly, regardless of whether it is broken or not. He loves engineering, he loves engineering. There are three bombs. Two faces, pressed to the chest, carry iron batteries. Behind them, with a careless view and with two long tubes in their hands, a third shakes out. Men walk slowly, periodically loudly staring under their nose.Fuck, we are late! Twenty minutes left! (Visibly before the closure of the metal reception point, which is further along the road)", - hurries them a friend from behind. They hide him and hide him further. The neighbor, seeing all this action, silently stops them and asks to put the batteries on the ground. After that, he takes one pipe from their third companion and moves it through the sections of two batteries, making for them a kind of "pipe". The men thank, throw all this weaponry on their shoulders and continue their way a little, almost a run. I should have seen their faces.

I had a friend, a circus, aerial gymnast.

One day after the end of the show, when the audience usually approaches to take an autograph, get acquainted or just say thank you, a woman with a little daughter approached and, after expressing admiration and gratitude, asked: "And we were in a city a couple of months ago, at the performance of your circus, and you performed there in a white swimsuit, made of tape. We liked him so much! You’re in black, why?”

I see, the gymnast was a little confused, thought, and then began to explain:

"You understand, the concept of the number has changed a little, it has become more tragic, black better emphasizes the mood. We even let the music slow down a little to express it. And then, in this circus, the light is set a little differently, white would not look like this!

When the woman, satisfied with the conversation, left, I heard light laughter from the circus, friends of the gymnast. He turned to them:

“Well, you think, I’ve gotten a little better, I don’t get into my old swimsuit! I will lose weight!”

The further people depart from animals, the more they become similar to them.

I recently got a cat, Maine Coon. Healthy such a cat with brushes on the ears, a born hunter. The red cat, serious, the sheriff I called him. I live in a private house, in a sufficiently warm climate, in such a way that the cockroaches here are street insects.

Nevertheless, the cockroaches love to fly home. And once they flood, they no longer leave there themselves.

So, my newly acquired cat has done them genocide.

Turtles are not very afraid of people, because they move much sharper than us. By the way, if desired, they can fly, but this desire does not often arise in them. And not to escape from people - they are just lazy to escape from us.

But this is a different thing with the cat, I observed it thoroughly.

At first, the Sheriff was shy and did not go anywhere beyond the first floor, and at the first he was more and more hiding under the washing machine. Then he mastered, dared and took on the cockroaches. They did not immediately figure out who they were dealing with, first tried to escape. ha ha! When he hit their hordes by the edak three times, they began to try to fly away from him. God helps them. My ceilings are low, two and a half meters, and the Maine Coon jumps one and a half meters away.

The cockroaches ended up on the first floor very quickly, and the defects fled to the second, where the bedrooms. Previously, they did not get there, I even had time to be upset by their invasion, but not very strongly and not very long.

The Sheriff has a special love for cockroaches. No, he also catches flies, but without enthusiasm, but cockroaches are passion. Therefore, convinced that the cockroaches were finished on the first floor, he stumbled onto the second. Here the ultimate star almost arrived.

The cockroaches move quietly, you will not hear them at night. But the sheriff is not obsessed with such nonsense. That is, going out for hunting, he also does not make any noise, but when he catches the victim, it sounds like this: "shshsh-sh-sh-bdm, urrr!..." Bdm, it’s a jump, and urrr, it’s already when the cockroach is in his legs.

He took them all out on the second floor, and then walked a few days unhappy again, until he discovered the presence of a loft with a billiard table. This is where the real disco began, and late at night.

The scene is like this – I sleep peacefully, suddenly I hear “ba-ba!!!” I wake up in a cold sweat – what? Where is? is incomprehensible. Here is the “ba-ba!” from above. I run to the roof - the sheriff is on the table, two billiard balls roll on the floor, and between the sheriff's legs the last is sick. And Edak proudly looks at me, saying, “See, master?”

Now the house is sterile. The sheriff sits down the first floor again sadly, breathes up and asks his bullshit, "When will we hunt again, right?"

Lukashenko calls Putin:
Why don’t you congratulate me on winning the election?
You have not counted the votes yet.
Do you think you have your voice?

At the beginning of the zero in our village was a place by the name of Ubeykobila. And in the district, at the time still the militia, sent a new chief with the name Ubeykon.

When they met, they fought, because each thought the other would follow.