When I was a child, I liked shrimp, such puffy and puffy, those still sweet. I don’t remember this anymore, but my mom says that I decided to chew one of these... naturally, the hammer heroically wrapped the straw into the child’s palm.

The hand began to swell rapidly. They were out of town and did not take allergy pills with them, decided to resort to a saline solution, divided it in a litre bowl and told them to hold their hand in it for half an hour.

In general, the hand swelled so that it was not possible to remove it from the bank, so they went to the city, where they saved me with a suprastin pill.

At the refuelling station, it throws fuel "140 merins" relentlessly. Beautiful, black and predatory. The paint coating shines loud and corrupt, it does not see even the wind and the brushes of the car. Apparently the car was washed carefully and only manually. Next to him is a very adult man in a dark gray suit and a black badle. Having filled, the man carefully wipes the block with a white cloth, turns and closes the loop.

The next car looks like a girl.

You are so careful. It is pleasant to watch.

There is a young man right now. She is him:

Look at the man watching the car. Not dust or scratches.

The guy touches the car, respectfully pointing his thumb:

and Ogo. Excellent condition. Driving too little?

A man wipes his shoes with a cloth, pressing his shoulders:

Well yes. So it happened. I didn’t drive for ten years, then five more.

I work as a psychologist.

I regularly receive strange requests from friends and relatives.

Recently, a former classmate approached her and asked her to sit with her mother for two weeks while she was on vacation.

When asked why she decided to turn to me, she replied that psychologists like to help people for free, and her mother has already made three suicide attempts this year, so she would not hinder communicating with a specialist.

In thanksgiving, she promised to go on a date with me when I arrived.

I am married, she is divorced, three children and about 120 kg of net weight.

I refused, I thought a lot.

A good man is like a fertile soil: whatever you throw - love, care, respect, trust... - all will return full and more with a generous harvest.
The foolish is like a pipe hole: whatever you do not throw into it will rot and stink.

A veteran of the sea.

It was a very tired ship. His machts, cargo arrows, and his body seemed to say, “I’m old! Why do I continue to be tortured and forced to crawl from one port to another?“!”
In the ship itself, despite the consequences of numerous repairs and modernizations, it was still possible to guess the original silhouette of the legendary "Liberty" - the most mass transportation of World War II. At one time, U.S. shipyards made these steamers an incredible number, bringing the total production of all types of such vessels to three units per day by the middle of the war. The quality of the swiftly made ships was disgusting, especially in the early series. In essence, the Liberty type steam, officially designed for five years of operation, was single-use and paid off its construction in the first flight across the Atlantic, delivering its "land leasing" cargo from America to Europe.
It was even more surprising to find such a historic specimen in the suburban Caribbean port at the very beginning of the twentieth century.

Under his steam ship was his captain-mechanic: the daughter of the burning fat man of early retirement age in shorts, a souvenir captain's feather and shorts on the "boss foot". He introduced himself to Victor and told us his story.
In the distant eighties some year Vitya worked as a mechanic on this, the Soviet ship. Capitalism, which began in Russia, picked up an old steam boat and dropped it with the crew into the hands of a new shipowner from Greece. Gradually, the crew on the ship changed, becoming more and more international. Victor, as the only remaining specialist who thoroughly knew the device of the rare ship, the new owner did not want to let go.
As soon as the last remaining Russian sailor rushed to write off to the shore, he was immediately doubled his salary and he remained on the steam boat for another six months. The ship changed owners, countries of registration and ports of assignment, but not mechanics. At some point Vitya realized that Leningrad has long been St. Petersburg, and no one is waiting for him at home. His wife divorced him, his daughter grew up and got married to an Italian.
Without regular docking and major repairs, the once proud "Liberty" rapidly stumbled and stopped allowing it: first to decent ports, and then to almost all the others.
Cabotage flights in the Caribbean Sea are not as profitable as transatlantic, so the next shipowner, realizing the irreplaceability of his ship mechanic, decided not to pay him a salary, but took a share, making him his partner.
Having obtained the rights of the owner, Vitya reduced another expensive position on the ship - the captain, and, having assigned these duties to himself, moved to his cabin. “It’s still good,” he added to his story, “that we don’t have to go to civilized ports, and in these tropical suburbs, where we are ‘cabaret’, the local authorities do not have the habit of carefully conducting ship documents.”

After finishing his narrative, the old sailor took a bundle of keys from his pocket and, showing them, said: “These are the keys from my apartment in Petrogradka. I don't know what's there now."Then he breathed hard and asked, "How do you think I'll ever be there again?"

As soon as the extreme senses say that they can predict the future, immediately write to him in a row, do not worry, the extreme senses have foreseen it and will turn away, and if they do not turn away, then what charlatans to regret.

I have a good acquaintance, a doctor.

And she has a problem - she can't pick up a phone - everyone's battery is weak. The tariffs of the operators, too. All is expensive...

The other day I called, we spoke for 20 minutes, and then suddenly... the connection broke! Recruited it a couple of times - the subscriber is not a subscriber. Well, of course, again the battery village. In 10 minutes I called again - if I don't call again, I'll be offended. At the time, the phone had to be charged. No, the phone is still off.

It was another 10 minutes. I recruited again. turned off again.

Okay, I did my business. After 40 minutes, a call. from the doctor.

Have I been missing for a long time?

40 minutes ago...

I tell you, I tell you. You are silent... I thought, what an attentive listener, with what interest he is listening! Suddenly I decided to look at the time on the phone - and it is turned off! I just put it on charge!

Probably a very fascinating story, if she told me it for 40 minutes on the phone...

My son is about 13. A year ago, he decided to clean the balcony from unnecessary garbage, and at the same time to teach his son to quite legal ways of earning. I installed a local advertising board app on his phone. He showed how to use, explained that in order to have more chances to sell, he described in detail and attached more photos from different angles to the ad. He agreed to keep all the money he received. He has to do all the negotiations on his own. During the following several months, bicycles, old sanitary equipment, dead phones, self-driving cars, plugs and so on were sold. He told his wife not to touch his son or money in any case. For the money he collected, he chose a new phone for himself, and safely bought it, adding a little money from birthday gifts. As a result, he learned to talk and explain to foreign adults some details about the things sold. He gave him a sense of ownership that what he earned was his own. He decides how to spend that money. He instilled the power of will to save money, rather than run away and spend immediately on all sorts of nonsense. Release the balcony.