The discomfort and the shame of Spain. A acquaintance told me. From his face:

“I was 9-10 years old. We lived then with our parents in the village, which has already become part of the city - on the outskirts, shorter. I studied in the third class and a new girl came to us from September - such a beautiful, airy girl... She was fascinated with poems, studied for "excellent", in general - a dream! I liked her very much... And here one weekend I stand on the doorstep of our house and see from a distance as she walks along the road. I jump from the doorstep and to the cylinder - type, I'm here "resting", the man is serious, busy. She approaches, looks around me and suddenly asks, “How long does the store work?“He smiles so echoingly... I thought, “I don’t know, I say, probably until six.” She laughed and went on. Interestingly, I think we would really need to find out how far our shop works and jumped in the direction of selpo. I run, the saleswoman: “How long do you work today?” She said to me, “Until five.” Well, and jumping back, anyway, I think that girl will go back by me. Indeed, a couple of hours passes - he is back, already with a girlfriend. Come and run like horses.

“How long does the store work?” She asks again, and she laughs all red.

“I knew until five.” - I proudly declare, and then they just broke... They laughed so that the glasses ringed. “Dumb,” I say, “what are you asking then?” I was offended and went home.

Father was home. “What is upset?” He asks. “All the babies are stupid! I say. “They ask how long the store works, and they’re rushing!”

“But you, my son, would have stuck the width!” This is the shame!! Well I didn’t even think I was so hinting at a piece of cowardice from the width!) And the girl I then avenged... I met her!”

I once had a dog, a taxi. We go with her in the elevator, two Caucasians come in, look down and one says:

Oh sheep sheep, right?

Well, I’m going to kick, tk. Not very inclined to talk to random people. The man is not concerned:

The German, right?

I cried without any thought:

The Caucasus!

And only because, in my view, it is the Caucasian shepherds who are the greatest and fiercest, regardless of the characteristics of my companions.

Here, for the first time, I felt what it meant "the atmosphere was thickened": there was silence, they hanged up somehow, looked around, I got to know WHAT I cried... I was 16 years old, the 90s - no cameras, no concierge, and the general situation of those times allowed to suggest that they could cling to my tongue unchallengedly and very likely.

But here the second, not the one who asked, cleared the situation:

and WAH! What is the question, that is the answer, and he raised his finger up.

When a donkey roars, even a lion and an eagle are afraid.

They went to the sea and lived near Anapa. In the private sector, our budget is quite budgetary.
I went out of the kitchen to cook, but the housewife stopped eating. Large clean room with veranda, garden. In the room, the air conditioner is pre-water, before not even seen such, floor, with a thick tube, all yellow from time to time. But it really cools, in the heat it is good.
To the sea is a normal walk of 20 minutes. My brother and I spent about an hour. What the doctor prescribed. In the literal sense. Brother at me.

Is it that if all the countries of the West agree and at the same time take away their intelligence agents from the Russian government, we will have a government crisis?

I have a friend, an outlawed grammarnazi and a corrector. Because of this, he often makes comments. And here somehow we sit in the dining room with him and our common friend. A girlfriend, a simple girl, tells something vividly and here from her lips breaks down, like a red patch for a bull, the word "suffice." The friend changes in the face and clearly, educatively corrects it:

The Dock.

A friend looks at him and repeats:

and sufficient.

The friend does not retreat and is already louder:

The Dock.

My wife calmly and confidently said:

and sufficient. There is a verification word.

A friend for a moment spared her confidence.

A verified word? Which?

I got!

In the early 2000s, when I was working as a night administrator in a computer club, I knew one San Sanich, with the appearance of an ordinary man (working as a second administrator there), turned out to have a drug addiction past, but tears from the needle.



He told me about the following...



Going down, as with all the calls, was extremely difficult for him. Understanding that a little more and the end of his meaningless, in general, life, he one day, decides to bind with a terrible past. Well, it takes willpower and iron confidence – enough. And a strong fear of an immediate death is also an incentive. But, as they say, it is easy to say, it is difficult to do. Environment, dependence, breakdown... Nothing worked out in the city. It was literally enough for two to four days. In his village lived his grandfather. A mature decision.



Not long thinking, he gathered and went to the village. How the spirit tells his grandfather his problem. Grandpa is in shock. He does not know how to help. He knows Sanya. My grandfather has a small, strong barrel.



In general, the grandfather locks his grandson in the cage for two months - such a deal. He carries food and cigarettes, squeezing into a narrow, like a slaughterhouse, window and hears how Sanya orets and asks to release him, swears he has healed, asks, prays, threatens, matters. In moments of calmness and conscious behavior, it passes through, closing with strong joints, a window with waste of vital activity.



The first few weeks are especially difficult. It feels like you are in hell. Then it becomes easier. Two months later, his grandfather released him and Sanya returned to the city. No gram since then. I tried to change the surroundings, but since I had no place to move, I stayed in the area and, of course, not once or two, I was offered to start again. Only he understands - that managed to get down to him once - is rather an exception to the rule. If you give a slug at least once, that’s all. Sometimes, when there are failures in life, he loses himself in "illusions", but every time he is restrained.



When San Sanich worked with me, he still did not accept (I think) and had, in appearance, a healthy appearance. What happened afterwards, I do not know.