Women’s fun is like that.

To ask directly is to be responsible for your request.

to point out:

- I understood the hint correctly - it was not I asked, but you did it yourself.

I did not understand the clue correctly – I asked, and you did not.

In 2008, after the completion of the theoretical part of the railway engineering program, I passed a practice, after which I had to officially obtain the qualification of an assistant engineer of a heat truck. It must be said that our group studied in its own way: it was not a full three-year training, but courses exclusively with specialized subjects. People gathered together adults, even matriarchal, but very, very simple, and spent their free time not on snoring, but on strengthening the symptoms of alcoholism.

As a result, the graduation exams we all passed through money, because no person in the group was found who could do without it. The teachers asked for a very small amount, so everyone was comfortable. Unfortunately, because of this later on, on a serious railway field, to master everything again, and it was hard, but this is the price of laziness and emptiness.

So, the practice has begun. It was divided into two parts - repair and operation. At the repair we were given a lot of the most unpleasant and dirty work that the workers themselves did not want to do, in whose jurisdiction we entered. I returned home whole and full as a pipe cleaner.

This practice continued for a month, and then, in the second month, the so-called "exploitation" began - finally riding a train. I was handed over to an experienced and competent engineer with an unusual surname (if you read, hello you and thank you for everything). He immediately understood everything about me and treated me as if I should be treated as an unlearned man, that is, not very well. But the time went by, we learned poorly to coexist in the same cabin, and sometimes even talked about abstract topics.

Why did you decide to go to the railroad? He asked once.

I do not know. I have liked it since I was a child, I said.

Do you like it now?

In general yes. and now.

The machinery stumbled.

Why did you go to school instead of school?

I told how we "learned" and how we passed the exams through money.

It cannot be so, he said. There is no such thing in our technology. Who took the exams?

I thought and remembered:

My grandmother was like that. One of the main ones. Thick as a barrel. She was so dumb that she could barely get into the office. In what! I painted with my hands.

The engineer thought about it. I got the phone, knocked the buttons. He showed me a picture on the screen and asked:

This this?

I’m watching – surely!

She is, I say. Who is this?

It turns out to be my wife, he said.

told a colleague. I saw in June in the entrance an advertisement written with a beautiful flat handwriting. Say, dear neighbors, if you have unnecessary glass pots, please leave them on this window. And the signature is Zoya’s grandmother from such an apartment.

So why not leave? In the coming days, new banks were constantly appearing on the window. A friend also washed a few of theirs and put it.

Later the announcement disappeared and everyone safely forgot about this story.

The breakdown came somewhere at the beginning of September.

This same window suddenly turned out to be housed by banks with various salts, compotes and other types of country conservation. Bottle 40-50 per view. And above them a new announcement of the same author: Dear neighbors, please take your banks.

You know, it is not necessary for everyone to benefit society. Enough so that it does not hurt.

© Police

One day a young man recognized his teacher in the passage. He approached the old man and asked:

Do you not remember me? I was your student.
I remember you as a third-class student. What are you doing now?
I am teaching.
What led you to this choice?
Not what, but who. and you.
Let me wonder, what was my influence?

Do you really not remember? Let me refresh this in your memory. One day my classmate came to the classroom with a beautiful watch on hand that his parents gave him. He took them off and put them in a box. I always dreamed of having a watch. He did not resist and decided to take them out of his party. Soon the boy approached you in tears and complained about the theft. You looked at us all and said, “Those who took the clocks belonging to this boy, please return them.”

I was very ashamed, but I didn’t want to break up with the hours, so I didn’t admit. You went to the door, locked it, and told us all to stand along the wall, warning, "I must check all your pockets on the one condition that you all close your eyes." We listened and I felt it was the most shameful moment in my short life. You moved from student to student, from pocket to pocket. When you took the clock out of my pocket, you kept moving to the end of the row. Then you said, “Children, it’s okay. You can open your eyes and go back to your sides.” You returned the watch to the owner and did not say a single word about the incident.

That day you saved my honor and my soul. You have not defiled me as a thief, a liar, a child of nothingness. You didn’t even dare to talk to me about this episode. Over time I understood why. Because, as a true teacher, you did not want to defile the dignity of a young student who has not yet formed. So I became a teacher.
Both were silent under the impression of this story. Then the young teacher asked:
Since you recognized me today, did you remember me in that episode?
The old teacher replied:
I also looked at my pockets with my eyes closed.

The idiots, for a year, have been looking for where the air leak on the ISS. Drown her in the ocean and see where the bubbles come from!

When I was a child (about 10 years old) a friend of mine, Max, came to visit me, and we cut the grid with him at C&C. They sat in different rooms.

And at some point, suddenly, his attacks become extremely violent, the harvesters take me down first, then begin to pass through the defense of the main base and take down my "nick" base, which was in the steel at the corner of the map. I can’t stand it and shout disgustingly, “Maaax? “!” With the intonation WTF? ! to “”

In response, I hear the roar of Bati. Max has been home for a long time.