I leave the store near the residential house, approach my car (a very common brand and model now) and watch a man standing near the driver’s door and actively trying to open it, pulling a pen. I stood by for half a minute, watching his unsuccessful torture. I decided that the man was drunk or not adequate - I approached the door, demonstrately opened the door from the bridge (the stationary TV without sound opens / closes) and watched his reaction.

The man looked at me with red, swollen eyes, then at the car, again at me, at his keys in his hand, and then at the same car standing at 15 meters. Everything was understandable without words))) The man apologized, said at work they were stunned, had to work for a day without rest... the head doesn't boil at all.

We discussed the advantages and disadvantages of the car. I recommend that you take the subway better.

I opened the trunk, removed a pack of foods there and took the cloth and went to wipe the front (all this during a conversation with the worker). A man approaches the trunk, throws his wallet there, closes the trunk, looks at me:

Probably better on the subway.

He opens the trunk, takes his wallet and goes away after saying goodbye.

Events somewhere in 2008.

Bus, morning, winter and trip to work. I go. Drunk from the night, the comrade chose me as a target for the conflict. A healthy man, fixed, of course, through the swimsuit, it is not visible how fiery or sporty he is there, but the width of the shoulders is envious. It is all about morbidity. I’m not conflicting, I always thought the best fight was the one that didn’t happen.

So the escalation of the conflict is reaching its maximum, and straight now, straight here will begin. I wonder why I’m in the bus. I say:

- Let's go out, let's talk, - and I am already pretending - I have not been in a trauma for a long time, now it will be repeated...

The stop, the doors open, the fighting alcohol athlete jumps out on the street, I take a step toward the door, but... the door in front of my nose clamps, the guard gives on the gases. I look back at the driver, and he, through the noise of the engine, says:

You ought to.

A young man, a man, or I would have gone out stupidly, and there already, with my then combat experience.

7 to 8 years. The holidays, all as planned: taken to my grandmother to host. There lived a wonderful friend in the neighborhood, Daria, to whom I could come and play in her yard (private house).

One day a large company of friends gathered with Darya and I turned out to be the smallest.

After dating and a couple of games, the company decided it would be a great idea to lock me in the summer kitchen. Somehow they dragged me there and closed the door on the other side, and they laughed and walked away from the kitchen.



I didn’t look inside. There were unnecessary things, tools, bags, etc.

I came across a familiar thing – the cochlear :)

My grandmother and grandfather called me a little cockerel because I loved to melt the furnace and drill the coal.



I take this heavy straw, I approach the door, I close my eyes and like a heracle on it!! It was half-glass... A characteristic “crust” broke out. Fortunately, they ran as cute, because further in the plans I had windows... opened the remains of the door, I went out and headed to the exit from the courtyard.



After that, my relatives were “written out a check” for the broken door, but they seemed to refuse to pay, because I explained the situation. We were no longer friends.

In a fairy tale, good triumphs over evil, but in life, evil triumphs over other evil and becomes good.



© Police

There have been many stories about how people in different ways get rid of obsessive telephone advertising. Someone puts music on the ringtone, someone offers some services, such as a herbalife, someone begins to whisper or whisper in the bell. I will tell my story. No, I didn’t come up with a new clever way to anger another advertiser, I was one of them. If in the middle of the 2000s you heard in the tube something like "Nikolai Nikolaevich, this is the company of Guta-insurance and I have a unique offer for you", then it was me or someone of my colleagues. I went to this job immediately after school, not being able to enter the institute. One day I called one of the clients from the calling list, and in response I heard a request to wait. Apparently, I called the university teacher before the lecture. After putting the phone on the headquarters, he began this same lecture. As far as I can remember, he looked at medieval literature. I was telling something about the heroic Roland, about Kuchulin and his uncle Conchobar, about the glorious Sid, about manstrels and jonglers... All this was so interesting that I, having forgotten the time, cared about the calling plan, according to which I had to get sixty clients a day, listened to his monotonous speech. After the lecture, he looked at the screen of the phone and, apparently, surprised to find that the call was not replied, took the phone.
Well, young man, was you interested? Here are your suggestions...
No, I was very interested! Then we had an interesting dialogue about the literature of the ancient centuries, during which I asked him with enthusiasm about all kinds of knights, menastrials, albums, servants... I called him in February, and in the summer of the same year I filed documents to the Faculty of Philology of the Moscow University. After graduating in 2011, I went on the scientific line, and for 7 years I taught literature of the Middle Ages and the Renaissance at one of the capital universities and, despite a small salary, I am crazyly passionate about my work.

They endured when they were captured and sold as slaves, although slaves from other regions were sometimes simply afraid to import.
They suffered when they were exploited on plantations.
They suffered when they were released, but treated them as second-class people.
They suffered when they were hunted by the Ku Klux Klan.
And here, when they were made truly equal people, when they are not whispered by a supervisor, when the Ku Klux Klan is not hunted, their patience finally broke out and they took up the weapons...