We moved to this apartment a week ago. I haven’t had time to meet anyone yet. And here one day.

There is no more than nine in the morning. The Saturday. I wake up, I don’t touch anyone, I drink coffee, I read Picaba. Day by day at the door. I open. On the threshold a bald man in a maid.

Is there a shuffle?

No greetings, no greetings. I was sitting.

It is.

to go.

Somehow I begin to realize that something is wrong. I say.

First of all, good morning. Secondly, from what to be?

I need to collect the closet.

and collect.

Give me a shrek.

What to do, fucking?

What about you, difficult guy?

to Goodbye.

Close the door. Good morning.

My mom was in the next scene. My classmate was given a low rating for a piece in which he expressed his own opinion. His mother came to talk to a teacher of literature. In the words, “But the child can have his own opinion!” The answer was: “Maybe, but it should not differ from the generally accepted.” We’ve had these words since then like a saying.

xxx: My neighbor loved rap mother to listen, in the day, at night, in the morning, and louder, and bump with friends in the entrance, for five years I struggled with him by legal methods, sometimes a month for three was enough, and sometimes a pofig was! And then he died.

YYY: I like good endings.

Patience and work.

These are the main merits of the slave.

We stand with my sister in the evening on the street, admiring Sirius, the brightest star in the night sky. I tell her:
Let’s get closer so we can see better.
And we went.
30 seconds later she arrived.

Rice Court in Perm decided to block a site with instructions "How to make an atomic bomb at home", which began with the words: "Send a girl to the basement, let her bring 27 pounds of good weapons plutonium..."