Xxx: A few years ago I invited a German colleague from the Hannover office to visit Peter. It didn’t come in the autumn, as I recommended, but in the winter. The frost then stood, the temperature of the batteries tended to the temperature of the boilers in hell. All the windows in the apartment are open because it is not possible. I showed him the city, after a few days we sit in guests with my friends, he concluded his story about the impressions of St. Petersburg as follows: "But most of all I was impressed by two things, which I will never see anywhere else: the "Lebbin Lake" in the Mariinsky Theatre and that you have windows for opening in the winter.

Xxx: Girls are embarrassed when the relationship has just begun. My friend went home very often and very quickly, and abruptly. At some point, I guessed she just wanted to fuck. I told her about it, offered to close all the rooms in the apartment and go to the most distant one. Include the music loudly. Plus, she gave her a towel if she wanted to take a shower. Eventually we woke up, washed, and then we wore all night.



Yyy: What a romantic story, through the tears

Xxx: I was even worse. We met about 4 months ago at that time. They walked, ate in a little potato and went to accompany me. As a result, after 20 minutes, I realize that ppc, the stomach turns, periodically sweat and I will not eat. 40 minutes to get home. As a result, I confessed, through a couple of TC stations right next to the subway, went there. In general, I just entered the cabin, I didn't even have time to take off my pants (I write to him: I have everything normal, go home. I myself convulsively write to my sister to come and save her) He does not give up, asks. I am what? I sit without cowards, somewhat exhausted by the pants( In the end, I confessed to him, he handed over with some girls a pack of new sports pants, wet and simple wipes, a bottle of water) No laughter) Then I realized that I would be helped in any situation. Together for almost 13 years, 3 children) Every year I love only stronger)



Yyy: A friend is known in trouble, and the bridegroom is known in "need" 😁

His first husband was a pedant and accuratist. A few examples: the microwave should be opened for a couple of millimeters, because if closed - it is not checked, and if opened - it is a mess. The pot with water should stand a pen to the wall, or a mess. Two shots at the shovel is a mess.

My order requirements are much lower. I normally keep my clothes on a chair, drag all the bits to the comp, leave the bed unstated.

When he offered me, I said, “Well, I’m living this way, and he said, ‘It’s not a problem.’”

After a month of living together during a quarrel, he admitted that he meant "it's not a problem, I'll quickly re-learn you."

Grab the talent into the ground, so at least water it.

This story was told by my good acquaintance, who does not claim fame and therefore does not publish this story himself. This happened in 1978.

The Thirteenth Ring

This is a real story that happened.
In a village near Peter, in our country, where I was looking after my sister for 3 years, I was about 15 years old, a well was digged near us. Before I walked for water in a remote well, half a kilometer away. Drawing full cages even on the crown was hard...
In the community on a village from the District Administration were provided concrete rings under the well at the address near us, but on the condition that they would dig this well on their own.
It was accepted that nearby residents, who need this well, either participate in the well arrangement themselves, or help with money.

We lived nearby, I was almost 15, I naturally went to dig.
At this time, the sister was watched by a girl who lived in the same house, across the wall from us, in the family of holidaymakers who rented the room from the neighbors.

The technology of the well is as follows:
There is the first concrete ring, around which and inside which the earth is dug, a hole, until this ring fails down to the level of the earth.
Then on this first ring is installed the second.
Under the first, the soil is excavated vertically so that both rings would slip down.
Then the third ring on top, also under the first, until there are already three...
And so on...
Above the well was a treadmill with blocks of stretching ropes on which empty cages were lowered and raised, full of grass.
In my case, there were 12 rings of 1.2m each.
The total depth of the well was 14 meters.
In a well made of concrete rings with a spade and large shoulders, you will not swallow.
Therefore, we attracted thin (fat) teens to work, like me... (at 15 I was thin and cute)
Until the fifth ring there was a difficult breed - clay with stones, and from the fifth pure wet sand.
When there is a shift of rings, the sensations are not the most pleasant... the walls around you fall down... and high above you the light turns into a narrow pipe.
They dug up to 12 rings, the stem of the well passed, and the 13th ring was placed on top.
I hardly dig a hole under it... The sand is already filled with water, we are very close to the water vessel!
And the 13th ring slips down.

And suddenly it moves horizontally for half a meter!!! to
This is the pressure of the water in the inner sand layer in the direction of the river, we got into the water layer! The underground river flowed measurably through the sand, under the clay armor on top, and here our ring... It began to move it off its path...

To say I was scared, to say nothing.
He described himself in horror, imagining himself buried alive in this well.
Water appeared inside the ring and its level began to rise quickly!
I could see the light in half of what I saw before.

Stir like never before!!! to

I was immediately raised up. Oh no, I am stuck!! It hurts!! to
A scream from above, “Exhale!”! to
He stood up with his feet on the shelf on which he previously sat, breathed out, pulled his stomach, stretched out into a string, raised his arms and head, turned his head to the side, closed his eyes... prayed to God that they would be pulled out...
Through a half-meter gap, I was pulled out to the surface.

After a few minutes, the gap disappeared, the ring with a scratch on the upper rings (it was heard) advanced further, opening a fountain of water that filled the well across the edge, the water beat through the edge with a strong fountain of pure transparent water – the river dropped the pressure.

I was in shock on the street. Just a few minutes and I would not be there. He would be forever murdered under the thickness of the breed at a depth of 14 meters, enclosed in the 13th concrete ring.
I sat on a hill of excavated land and was silent, staring fascinated at that fountain, not reacting to anything... Then I was broken by hysteria... I fell from the mountain, crying, imagining that I would die in torment by staying in that ring with the small supply of air that this ring pulled with it. He would probably have suffered a few more hours before suffocating... A terrible death...

The men calmed me, broke my arms and poured a glass of vodka into my throat.

I no longer remember.
I woke up in bed when I was hindered by a girl with a strange name, Francesca, who lived behind the wall, they were removing a room with a neighbor.
Well here! Wake up! The young man! She smiled at me, do you want to drink? by...
My dry lips were at the edge of a glass of iron with cold water.
Drink and drink!! I swallowed this bowl with large throats, holding my hands as if they were taking it away.
Where is Olya? The nurse I watched.
“Don’t worry, it’s all right, she’s home, she’s been fed.
The UFF!! Where am I?
You are home, you are home.
Looking around, I realized that I was in the house, behind the wall of our rooms, in the neighbor’s bedroom.
I wanted to get up under the blanket, but at the time I realized I was naked.
To get up naked, without cowards, with a girl it was impossible.
“You lie down for a while,” Francis smiled, “I’ll bring your clothes now... Do you know where this water comes from?
from where? I closed my eyes trying to remember what happened yesterday.
From your well. She gave me a smile that I always remember.
*** by
This well was called Sakkin – Sakkin well.
It still exists in the village of Myza in the Leningrad region.

My parents wanted to kill me and reward me at the same time.
You could not dig up the well!! to
Better to give money to professionals.
Eventually, I was almost suffocated in my mom’s arms with tears and laughter.

Parents are right!
Of course I was a fool!
But I wanted as best...

Thank God it ended well!

Vampire hunters come to the castle of Count Dracula. They knock on the door, Dracula’s daughter opens and asks:
You are who?
We are the ones your father hates the most.
The girl cries inside the castle:
Daddy, here are the pids on the self-drivers!