My husband and I went into the dark basement.
Fuck, I can’t see them. Lumos (fire the pocket lamp)
It’s nice when there’s a little magic in life.

I go to the public toilet.
In one of the cabins, feet can be seen.
The sound of broken paper.
I heard singing:
What cannot be wiped out, as much as three,
Freedom is what is inside me.

How you stumbled on the mercy who when started reading and what achieved...
I’d rather think where the sense of humor went away. ;)

The forgotten:

It may be somewhat cynical, but now it seems to me that Carlson, who lives on the roof, is just a thick boy.
2: What about the propeller?
The Crazy Fat Bomb

It’s not yours, Carlsonchik is not a bomb! He has a small house on the roof.

The paycheck

>>> And the country has long not needed millions of "high-educated"
Aahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah So maybe we will stop launching satellites, and we will hit the fundamental research? And in fact, they even ruin the budget very much.

"High-educated", ideally, is able to perform highly qualified work. But the fact that there are few places for high-skilled (and adequately paid) jobs compared to places for low-skilled - speaks only about the level of development of our industry.

In 1974, I went to 1st grade, I could read and count from 4-5 years old. He could not write. In our class no one was able to write, everyone learned from scratch. To read and to count, some were able.
— — —
I agree here. Writing is more difficult, the letters are curved, teachers are encouraged to put assessments based on the criteria of clean writing and only then spelling. Only in the 4th grade and it was easier when the score for the score stopped decreasing.

Is it just about reading at first? Translations and cutting lines are a matter of technology, it is really secondary, while the ability to grasp the meaning (reading) is key.

My grandmother was walking with me - she was drawing large letters with a stick on the snow - and this is what? The grandmother was an intuitive teacher from God, a peasant of Tverska, in the very three classes of the church and parish, but I, my beloved granddaughter, was unwillingly pushed. Thank you Grandma!

Brothers and Sisters Vachovsky
I recently saw the Matrix on the list of great movies created by female directors. I didn’t immediately understand why Vachovsky was there, but then...

The feeling when his wife burned that she read Marquis de Sade...
Nothing compared to the feeling when she says they’re written without a fire. h.h

Strangely, why does our people consider fools and unskilled managers those who live at their expense, who have brought them to poverty, and themselves swim in luxury?

I spent a long time writing, but my conscience played out.
I live in my house near Moscow. Gas is highway, and heating accordingly. I sit there, I don’t touch anyone. knocking at the door. I open. A puppy man blows his crusts – I, where, a firefighter, from Mosoblagaz, came to check you as a bourgeois. Well, once this is the case, come in, boom to check. Then the pure Kafka begins.
- Do you have an imported boiler, has it a certificate?
Oh yes please.
Does the company that licensed it have a license?
Here is a copy.
and AGA. Well, we look at the chimney... Yes, a good chimney, the sky is visible. There are almost no saws. Clean up something? Okay well. What about ventilation?
Well here.
– Oh! The fire is burning, the fire is burning. It is true ventilation. So what else... There’s something else... Ah! What about landing?? to
Well here.
He climbs into a suitcase and gets a tester.
The fucking! And actually landing :( So what else was? A! Is the electricity in your home calculated? This is very, very important. But difficult...
Dad, I am beginning to get angry. I don’t like when people try to get me so cheap. OK, I take a piece of paper.
What is complicated here? Now we count.
I write a completely crazy integral. But beautiful, in a closed contour. Blessing behind the shoulders of Fiztech and the candidate degree. I’m doing a couple of completely stupid transformations.
And now I say, man, look. The height of 14 meters is the coefficient. House 10x10 – we replace. The roof is iron, you know. In short, there is about 0.02 microfarads.
Well, somewhere it usually happens.
I did not give him money. Because it is nefigured. But the sheet with that integral has gone off. This is a laugh for someone who understands.

The tasks set in Syria have been fulfilled – we have used all the bombs with a deadline.

XXX is Hi! What do you do?
Yyy: Removing the mess on the photos, fucking.
XXX: Did you get into the extras?
YYYYYYYYYYYYY I have closets, and I try to understand where the infection has settled, which the antivirus can not catch for some reason.

Tired of school... let’s get something new, right?

The cats will understand me. That feeling, when at 3 a.m. you want to throw your pantyhose into a furiously scratching and something beating puffy ass, you drop your hand under the bed, and there instead of a pantyhose - another cat...

I wrote my first poem at 5 years old. In chordy letters, something about pudel and grass, even in rhythm. She told my mom that my kids couldn’t write poetry at the age of five, and that I invented it, copied it from a book. My husband went to the first class and was able to correctly multiply three-digit numbers without a calculator...until his teacher embarrassed him for this before the whole class. My children did not go to kindergarten, I am against this equalization of abilities. The eldest daughter at the age of 7 read all of Harry Potter (this is 7 books of 350-450 pages). A month for three, in free time, naturally, as you wish. The younger does not want to read, he has five, he only reads by slogans. He paints better than me, he loves it. At the age of two, the older woman did not know how to roll the ball, but she did not get it, although all the smart books say "the child should be able to." The younger refused to speak at the age of two, although smart books say he should. But here he climbed on the slopes at 1.5 years as a fuel Olympian. I had to completely dismantle the ladder on a two-storey bed, I was scared, although he climbed really cleverly. I am for what. Every child has their own needs, their own stages of development, It is important to love and notice them in their own. Love and develop your children, and let them surprise you with their talents.

But, by the way, crocodile bags are vegan or not?
I did not eat it.
YYY: Crocodile bags are not vegan
In other words, you are not vegan.
What if the crocodile is dead?
And we transplant his skin to another crocodile.
Is the other crocodile a bag?

I learned to read, I don’t remember how and when. But I learned, and now I have to read all this shit that you wrote here :(

Very good reader.
A young man who sees the electricity
A. Belyaev, The Invisible Light

One of my favorite in childhood.
A pleasant read)

I am now standing on the doorstep of the store, smoking and watching the flow of cars circling the holes on the road. I look, I mean, I look, and here I understand that we were prepared for this in the auto school. Do you understand? The road will not be normal.

Sam258: Since the early morning of March 9 to work, he decided to make his wife a "romantic" from the 7th to the 8th. While he washed and shaved, opened wine, lit candles and made half-dark, the younger woman woke up. Naturally, she came to us in the room and grit: "What New Year?". Blow the candles. They put the youngest in their room. Romance with a sleeping child is not that. I decided to move to the kitchen. He lighted candles, made darkness, opened wine.
In the kitchen on the battery sits a cat, heats up, shines with his eyes. Romance with a cat sitting on the battery is not it. They threw the cat out into the corridor. The cat thought that once she was driven out of the kitchen at night, they wanted to eat something delicious without her. She began to resist to stay to eat delicious with everyone. In a desperate resistance, a flower turned from the window. Fortunately, my wife and I weren’t out of the way. The flower struck on the floor awakened not only the younger, but also the older daughter. They didn’t get up in the morning, and then they both stuck in the kitchen.
What is "What is New Year"
I blinked the candles, and I shouted: “8 March! Congratulations on your..."
We all sit in the kitchen. The younger unpacked the doctor’s kit, the older mastered a new smartphone, the cat eats its food, the wife smells the flowers and the wine clings, and I rinse the ice in the whisker.
In general, everyone is happy... the flower is only sad...
From March 8th, girls!