Bishit in our military committee, in the department, where the medical commission, the poster is classy in the whole wall. It contains all kinds of clever sentences about the harm of smoking, vodka, etc. One thing I liked. “Drinking and drinking is voluntary madness.” You know who said? and Seneca! The man who lived in the 4th century B.C.E. This was a man who knew that two thousand years before Europe knew about tobacco, he already knew it was harmful!

xxx: Oh... I needed to pose in Adler! To wave you on the stone, and then drag you a couple of times over the stone. Medusa is full of ass.

Yyy: You know a lot about fun)))

XXX: I know I go every year))

For the Medusa?

If you’re honest, fuck you know why.)

In 2007, I moved to East New York, Brooklyn. There were eight apartments on my floor: at the time, only two apartments, including me, were white, and the other six were black. So they lived, greeting at random meetings, knowing nothing about each other.

At nine o’clock one night someone called on my door. Knowing that there were cameras in our building, I opened the door without fear and saw a tall, unfamiliar black teenager.

I looked at him questioningly, and he said:

“Sorry, I’m the son of your neighbor Bill, my father invited me tonight, but I’ve been waiting for him for two hours, and he’s not there and he doesn’t answer the phone calls either.

I cried out: I did not want to let a completely unfamiliar black healthy teenager into the apartment, but he was so confused that I regretted and invited him to the kitchen. I asked if he was hungry. He said he ate lunch at school at noon.

I baked him my favorite dish: an egg of three eggs on a salad with onion and tomatoes, then, looking at his hungry appearance, I cut there two more sausages. He easily swallowed it all, even wiping out the plate with bread.

We talked to him: his name is Patrick, he is 16, his father and mother are divorced, he lives with his mother, but sometimes visits his father. Before he called my door, he walked around all the black neighbors, but no one let him go. We tried to call his father again, but he never answered, and the time was about eleven. What to do, don’t throw him out at night! I gave him a pillow, he lay on the couch in the room, well, and I was there on the couch. I will not go to bed in the bedroom, leaving him unattended.

At six in the morning, to my joy, his father came and took him.

Later, when I told this story to my friends, they scared me by saying that if Patrick was an affair, he could easily blackmail me: he is a minor and spent the night with a stranger! As I imagined such an outcome, so I became uncomfortable!

10 years passed. I didn't see Patrick all this time: his father brought a fellow resident, and the boy didn't want to see her. When Bill suddenly died of a stroke, Patrick expelled his father's fellow resident and settled in the apartment with his wife. When he saw me, he almost stifled me in his arms, but he could have - a two-meter version of 150 kilograms of weight!

A few days later, Patrick came to me and brought me a large bottle of Hennessy.

What is it? I asked.

I am returning the debt. Do you remember having a lot of mini-bottles of alcohol at the bar? I took one with Hennessey.

There were only 50 grams.

In 10 years, the percentage has risen. He was smiling.

In my family, everything is full - from hxl and above.

I did not have the "right childhood swelling" at primary school, and I was dragged by doctors: they were looking for worms, then terrible diseases, then nervous disorders.



The sixth dietitian’s mother was psychotic and asked loudly to “explain his son’s trouble.”

The doctor is silent, my mother says I will die. The doctor looks at his mother and asks her to sit down.



She sits down, reports that she is ready for everything, just to know.

Nutritionist: “There’s a guess that you’re eating it.”

Only then do you realize how sweet the forbidden fruit is when you grind a strawberry in someone else’s garden.

Now I talked with a familiar judge on the topic of arrangement of children in kindergarten. I shared that this year's turn didn't arrive, and I principally don't give it to the foot.
The judge said he gave it. When I, gently speaking, was very surprised why he did this, the answer was, “I was advised in the prosecutor’s office.”

The world is collapsing in front of your eyes. Knowledges toss out the results in What?Where?When?, Parents buy SMS voting in the All-Russian contest, police officers, headed by generals, throw the drug in packs. What about tomorrow, I’m afraid to guess. Does the president sometimes go crazy?? to