I am standing at a stop, waiting for the route. An elderly married couple. Grandpa asks Grandma for money. The grandmother replied that we would come home and eat there. But the grandfather's stubbornness triumphs and the grandmother, giving money, asks her to take. Five minutes later, Grandpa

He comes back, drinking a beer. No whites are seen.

Where are the whites?

There was not enough money for white...

It was in class 6-7. A snowy morning. I go by the town road to school and here a neighbor's buchanka outputs me, stopping right in front of me. Well, I thought, luck, what caring neighbor will take me to school, just a neighbor worked next to the school, and walk far away.

I open the door, sit down, and the neighbor is not driving. It turns out he went out to do something with the car, apparently something broke. When he returned to the car 5-10 minutes later, he only greeted me surprisingly and so they continued in silence. I arrived at school on time.

XX: Grandfather went through the whole war, connected. Medals were in a box. My father was young and played with them. He told me there was an order in the shape of a star. He was silent, he bended the corners of the star and knocked a hammer into the threshold board. Grandfather did not say anything. With a screwdriver he forged, the corners were straightened, the places with the falling enamel paint were subdued... And then in the box they lay.



YYY: Well it is right. The Iron Medal. And for what he fought, out, runs, bats on boxes, bends medals and scores in boards.



zzz: The tear broke through (without sarcasm).

xxx: In the military command I was asked what is different salt from sugar, I replied that salt is a mineral, and sugar is a complex organic compound.

The boys then said that everyone replied that salt is salty and sugar is sweet.



Yyy: In the military command I was asked what is the difference between the moon and the sun, I replied that the moon is a satellite of the earth and the sun is a star... they said that the correct answer was “the moon shines at night and the sun at day...”



Zzzz: But the moon does not shine.



Yyy: For us with you, but for the residents of the Military Committee apparently yes.

A friend told me such a story. She worked in an international company in France, where she met a German. The German asked my friend where she came from. She said it was from Novosibirsk. This was a moral shock for Germany. She could not believe that such a city really exists. It turned out that when she behaved badly as a child, her parents always told her that they would send her to Novosibirsk! And in her head there was a picture that hell and Novosibirsk are the same!

The first employees of the "Sex by Phone" enterprises began to work at a distance.

I immediately warn you: history is not for lovers to laugh. Just a drawing out of life.
St. Petersburg classics – night, street, lighthouse... From Kolomna I return to Kupčino, by phone I order a taxi. The car comes in.
On the Prospect of Fame?
Yes, it is there.
Sit down and we go.
The driver was talking, I didn’t mind. We talked about the weather, about the roads, and then I mentioned the fleet of the fish industry. The driver was also a fisherman.
Where did they work? He asked him.
Mainly the Pacific Ocean, Peruvian and Chile regions.
I worked there too.
and when?
In the eighties. Much was interesting. I remember flying home from Lima in January.
Is it January 85? Arrived in Riga?
Yes, it was so. and what?
We were flying together in that plane.
I remember that return. From the hot January Lima, they flew in t-shirts, attached warm clothes were handed over to the luggage, hoping to change clothes in Sheremetyevo, where passengers passed from plane to airport on a pipe. When they landed in Riga late in the evening instead of Moscow, the first thing they saw was snow flying in the rays of the projectors, and border guards in bodyguards with collars raised above their heads near the stairs. An unforgettable impression for easily dressed people who worked in the tropics for six months. Then there was an uncommonly selfless customs office, a sleepeless night in an empty airport, and a morning long snow road in a bus with frozen glasses. We arrived home a day after the arrival.
While they laughed at the coincidence, they almost arrived. I tried to indicate the road without biting, but the driver interrupted me:
“I know how to walk – here my mother lives in this house, but here I went to this school.
What??? In this?? Can not be! I too!! to
We talked about school, even found common teachers, wished each other all the best, and friendly separated.
If you consider that I have not lived in St. Petersburg for a long time, and only occasionally come to visit relatives, it remains only to wonder how tight the world is.

In ancient Persia, important men discussed their strategic ideas twice. One time drunk, the second time sober. If the ideas seemed good in both cases, they were implemented. Our government should also discuss its ideas with a sober head.