Allow in the Middle Ages divorces and witches on fires would not have to be burned.

Port and Port

In 1940, after the accession of Latvia to the USSR, Leonid Utysov came to Riga.
He came to a famous Jewish carpenter and asked to make a suit.
I’m only three days in Riga.
“You’ll get the costume tomorrow,” the prostitute replied completely indifferently.
How will you succeed? Leonid Osipovich was surprised.
- We have no planned farming yet, - explained the murderer.
I would like the new costume to look no worse than that.
And Utesov showed for his best costume, worn on the occasion of the "foreign" tour.
The port walked around the artist, examining every seam, every fold.
Who made it to you?
— Polyakov, — proudly called the artist of the famous Moscow closer.
“I’m not interested in the name,” he cut off, “I ask who he is by profession?”

To make an anecdote that surpasses the Russian reality is no longer possible. Konstantin Rakhine was fired from Konstantin Rakhine Theatre School.

The morning. When you wake up, your child stands at your bed and holds the breakfast he has prepared for you.

It breaks you down in the clutches at the same time from mindfulness and from thought:

What did he do that he had to think of it?

Yesterday I went for business in Shushara. I wait for a friend at the supermarket. Here to me, wandering, a man, characteristic of the outside, is heading. Apparently, either a bomb, or a very close to this social element. And, accordingly, the intentions with which he went were clear at first sight.

Can I turn to you? (He started out kindly)

I guess about money?

No is! Do not think! I have money!

Having said this phrase, he took out a bunch of coins from his pocket... Then he thought, and sadly continued:

I just need more...

I started dating a man who was divorced twice and was in active search. He had a tie of keys, as in the wardrobe, 20 pieces.

Then, in the process of communication, I learned that he divorced his first wife and married her cousin. In both marriages he has a daughter. He lives with everyone, he has the keys to all the apartments, he serves his wives with cars, he organizes repairs, he holds children, he treats everyone (he has a large clinic). No one in this polygon was messed up, everyone communicated peacefully, as far as I know.



The second wife greeted me and sent me a package of cosmetics and perfumes of luxury brands, she was the director of the coolest and only store in the city at the time (even Arbat prestige was not yet, not that Rive Gosch), and the first healed all my teeth (so far her seals have stood, for more than 20 years).



I don't know what they had, because we didn't get along with this guy (I, an idiot, fell in love with one of the Zalachaths, which exhausted all my nerves and I lost because of him such a good man), and we remained friends.

I know he was very sick then, he had a heart surgery, and the first one came out, and the business led him until he could. Such decent people.