I walked yesterday with my son (5 years old) on a large common playground. Lots of people, hills, plugs, snow and so on. It fits to my shirt approximately the same age:
Hello to you! Let’s play hiding?
Hi, let me go.
Count to 20 and start searching.
I stand and watch. The son counted and ran to look for it. In a few minutes I see that he is already doing other things, I approach and ask:
Have you found the boy?
and no.
Why are you not looking?
I forgot how he looks.
Once, a long time ago, I came to a village with a breastfed baby. My daughter liked everyone very much: cheeky, eyesighted and silent. Everyone was excited and said, “Miracle! Just a miracle!“”
Everyone except Uncle Grisham. Uncle Grisha looked in one eye at my charm and said ridiculously:
and th. Miracle to me too! Virgin as a girl. Just some of her. I will tell you what a miracle is. Do you know that he lives in the outer house? Well, who hasn’t dried up since the age of fifteen, and he’s already sixty? Which nobody has ever seen? I abandoned!! He hasn’t been drinking since Easter. This is a miracle! How did it happen? Don’t be offended, listen to me!
A granddaughter was born. This is exactly like yours, only thick and black. I don’t remember whether it was called Lenka or Varvara.
Happiness was almost overwhelmed. So he is a nice, kind man, long dreamed of understanding grandchildren.
Well, first, he threw out the flag of the monk and drank the whole village with joy for a week. All of you, granddaughter!“He pulls her out of the wheelchair. Of course, he is swallowing on the wind. And she is heavy, and still the blankets are wrapped there, he takes and sits on a wheelchair for balance. Take a wheelchair and turn around.
They fell together with a dude at the door. The child is nothing, and whatever happens to him, falls soft. Oral just like a fool... well or fool.
And Volodka shrugged his head at the threshold and set his foot. And then another daughter, the mommy of this Verka or like her, added on the back with a tail when she caught him in the shaft.
Well, he says, “How do you want, daddy, and my daughter, I say, needs more. I have one more. Therefore, you are not that drunk to her, and even drunk you will not go any more. I can take pictures of you.”
and all. I was in the hospital for a week and that was it. Cut off the wool. For a year and a half, she has been drinking only quas and milk. A miracle? Of course a miracle! He drives with this Valya his, and she loves him directly: "grandfather, grandfather," he rejoices.
And you don’t bite, girl! — Uncle Grisha bite my daughter a bite, — maybe, for your sake, whoever will drop drinking.
Two psychiatrists met, did not see each other from the universe. The first says:
What was your strangest patient?
I had a sick man who lived in a fictional world. He believed that he had an uncle in America who was about to leave him a huge inheritance, and so the patient was constantly waiting for letters from there. He was sitting at home and waiting for letters. I have been treating him for 7 years. And when I was almost healed, this crazy letter came!
A friend of mine got a job in a good company (lucky guy).
The office in which he worked was engaged in the production of high-voltage cables using German technology. And his immediate boss was the real German. So, once this German and a number of Russian specialists were engaged in discussing the problem of the breakdown of the insulation of the cables they produced. The debate was long
and boring. And then one man made a very scientific assumption:
- Probably - he says - when the workers laid the cable, they accidentally knocked a hammer on it (he said it directly). Isolation is damaged.
The German then resurrected:
How did the hammer work? He asks.
The man was embarrassed, and the rest began to explain that it was said to be an untranslatable Russian folklore.
The German answered. I know that word. I thought only electricity could do that. The hammer can do that too.