Today, 7-30 in the morning, the wife is going to work in the city, we live in the village in a private house. As a loving husband, I go open the gates, start the car. I shifted the swarms, I began to open the swarms (like "in the guests of the fairy tale") and at the same time, loudly, long, with a crack of pear, lengthy, for a few seconds. Naturally, at the same time, a young neighbor leads on the street, next to me, two children by the hand to the school camp, looks at me with a stone face, pronounces:

Good morning to you!! to

Shame on how...

Is it time for a new holiday in Russia? Day to protect children of officials from sanctions

One day, Arkady Raikin came to Kiev with a miniature theatre. At the first performance, someone from the hall shouted the word “Jid.” Raikin stopped the speech, turned into the hall and asked the screaming to get up and leave the hall. Nothing happened. Then Raikin turned to the spectators sitting next to the screaming man, asking to identify the anti-Semite. Nothing happened. Raikin noted that in case of refusal to identify, neighboring spectators become complicit of the scream. Nothing happened. Then Raikin interrupted the performance and completely canceled the tour in Ukraine. The next day, in the Central Committee of the Communist Party of Ukraine, the 1st secretary of the Ukrainian Communist Party, Shcherbitsky, told Raikin: “Why are you interrupting the tour because of one person?” Raikin replied, “There was not one anti-Semit, there was the whole hall.”

It seems to me that the spirit of Zhirinovsky has not rested, is mosquitous, trying to settle in Medvedev, then in Rogozin.

The brightest memories of the new year when my mother and sister gathered everything we could, prepared the whole day without bending the New Year's table: salads cottage and so on and came the bulky father, lay on the couch (the table-book already covered stood next door) and specially unfolded it with his leg. Right on the floor. Everything we cooked. All the supplies, salt and even cake. Naoral that wrongly met the feeder and kicked us out into the entrance. Then I went to bed and we stood and it was so bad! I still remember it...I was 10, and my sister was 8. My mom brought me to the neighbors. And that night, honestly, fell out of memory at all. I do not remember what and how we did. I remember only my mother’s guilty face in front of the neighbors and how we woke him up drunk to get home. He closed it from within. And then on January 1, we cleaned everything, tossed and washed...I don’t like holidays. There is no gram of alcohol at my daughter’s holidays. never ever. Now with her I try to make up my childhood.