I have a childhood friend.

25 years of friends. When they grew up, it happened that they communicated often, or it happened that rarely, then they lived in different cities, then in one, but every time we meet, as if we saw each other yesterday, and as if there were no breaks.

As a child, I wrote her letters that went 7-10 days, received letters from her, and then there was an internet that didn't get lost.

Once we were 14-15 years old. We gathered with a large company, the summer evening smoothly passed at midnight. The company split, some went to one side, others to the other, about the hour of the night we all met, and it turned out that it was like my friend went home. I really needed her for something. At the hour of night. I don’t remember why, but I probably wanted to discuss something important for me as a fifteen-year-old.

My friend lived on the first floor. I grew up as a boy, always climbing well on trees and roofs. And of course, I went to her by the window. More precisely in the open. Somehow, slightly overwhelmed, I slipped on my shoulders into the fortress, and whispered in the darkness of the room: "Leyenna." The answer is silence. I called again. Then, thinking that she was already asleep (but the conversation, apparently, did not give me peace), I called louder.

After that, from the darkness of the room, the sleepy voice of Lenin's father heard: "Lena is not at home."

It sounded so sleepy and quiet, so ordinary, as if I hadn’t awakened a stranger’s dad at all and walked out to strangers in the street at night, and also as if I hadn’t accidentally reminded me that the time was late, and we’re all wandering somewhere on the street.

I, gently speaking, was deceived. First of all, it was not Lena who answered, but her father. Then I realized that I woke him up. Then from the realization that this is Dad Offegel, probably from the fact that I’m at his doorstep at night.

In general, a bunch of thoughts flooded in my head for a second, and with the phrase, "sorry, thank you, goodbye," (it was only to add, "I will then go later"), I pushed back into the fortress, jumped from the exhibition in the wall and broke my head into the courtyard. No one seemed to follow me.

Lene and I are 32 and 33 years old, respectively. Every time we meet, even after a break of a year, her parents always pass me a greeting, the one to me, "Lene, who walked to us in the fortress")))

And there is something sweet in it, something such native from that distant warm childhood...

Ps Lena we found that night)))

All good friends!

A long time ago, when he divorced his ex-wife for her betrayal, he began to stumble from the realization that his beloved man betrayed you as the last cattle while earning money, and she spent them, and also the guilty exposed before everyone allegedly did not give her time, although I wanted one to sleep. worked on three jobs, on the main on the construction from Monday to Saturday inclusive, in the protection of the 24-hour store night after two or if the weekend or holidays, then a day, and from there to the main work on the construction, and then in the evenings the big shabash made until 23:00 and then only home or there until noon were engaged in work and there to sleep, and in the morning again to the main work.

I left with two sub-works, there was a free time began to take a drink with a watermelon in the evenings and with a neighbor in the room in communion to buzz. The neighbor did not work at all, although he had a wife and daughter. And as then came to visit me a neighbor with his friends local alkasas, then just find out how to do business, then smoke, or blow up, because the money I had.

As soon as Vitek (his friend) was 25 years old he was then, with some bombs allegedly his friends from which it smelled 3 km into the perid and drew his wife also a local alcoholic and in exchange for her services I had to give them a liter of good vodka.  Then I understood, I touched everything, a little further down. He scattered everyone, told the neighbor to forget the road, again struck the job, the money appeared and hired the apartment. And in the community then a couple of years later walked on the shabash, went to our former curmish "And there nothing changed, as the neighbor hurled and hurled, as the local alcoholists gathered to him while his wife was at work and went on.And nobody sees anything bad in this and lives and plays in his swamp, and everyone arranges everything and does not want to change, Sorry!! to

Simplifying is much more difficult than complicating. To simplify it is necessary to know the meaning of the subject. And to complicate, besides a set of incomprehensible words, nothing is needed.

In late November 1972, I arrived in the district of Ludzen, where I was co-hosted by the instructor of the Central Committee of Komsomol of Latvia, for the plenum of the district committee. According to the established label, it was appropriate to be noted by the curator of the Komsomol in the party's district committee. The secretary of the RC KPL was on vacation, so he went to mark the first one, with whom he was also acquainted. I enter the office, and he sits thoughtful and sad. I ask what happened, how did things go? And he in response to me - I sit and think about how to separate the region from Latvia and join the Pskov region of the RSFSR. I have a grain melt in the district of 21.6 cc. with a hectare and I am the last in the republic, and in the neighboring, Sebežsky district of 16.5 and they are the best in the region. They have the whole party district in orders and medals, and I don’t make excuses.”
by Georgy Bondarenko

Any owner of a herd of lambs takes care first of all of the shepherds and guard dogs, and the lambs themselves on the foot feed will be fed.