I am standing at the station and waiting for my electricity. Nearly comes and stops a 17-18-year-old boy who has columns of blues for all the music. From the singing I uncovered only one line: "There are so many fools in the world." The poor, apparently, does not suspect that the song is singing about him too...

We sit with our wife, look at "Why Women Kill", and there discuss that in marriage, the spouses often keep some secrets from each other, and because of this, relationships collapse. Here I ask her, joking, “What are you hiding from me? “” I have never seen her so red. She said she did not hide anything, but the question was just unexpected.

But something tells me that there are some secrets.

And only Putin heard the calls of Svetlana Alexievich to the Russians for help and brotherly threw the money of Lukashenko.

I read about one Russian grandmother abroad and remembered about another. Twenty years ago, we went to Fort Ross with an institute friend from Silicon Valley for an annual Live History Day – a performance organized by volunteers from the local historical community. A friend captured his retired mother, who was just staying with him, looking after a newly born son. We walk through the fort, look at the life of the Russian settlers, as it is seen by the current Americans, and stumble upon a bowl of peelings. The American, depicting a Russian housewife, in front of the eyes of a respectable public blends the paste, catches, makes peelmen, immediately cookes them and sells them for some money. A friend’s mother looks, looks, and then says, “Who’s doing so?” He approaches and begins to show how to stick properly. The American fell in admiration. Then it follows:
“Well, you guys, go, and I still have to show her how to mix the paste.
How will you explain? You are not in English...
Don’t be afraid, the hostess will understand without words.

We return in an hour. Before the bowl a long row, two friends barely have time to let go of the goods, they just walked away from us: say, no time, walk again. Sometimes later, the best friends now ended the pain and they, under the applause of grateful customers, turned the bench, making, according to the American, almost three times the revenue compared to last year. On the way home, the friend’s mother thanked us for a wonderful day and warned us that for the next weekend she will not be able to sit with her grandson, because she will go to her new friend to show how to cook shell and borsch!

A hot line on heating has been opened. Now everyone can call and find out why the line is hot and the battery is not in the apartment.

He had trouble communicating with the opposite sex. It’s hard to get to know other guys. I went for a long time and complained, but then I was lucky. I met, I asked, how did it go? He told history.



I decided to go to the girl, she liked it very much. I picked up the air in my chest, it wasn’t. I approach and say:

“Hello to you! My name is Andrew. “Do you not mind getting acquainted?”

“I have a boyfriend!” the girl replies.

My friend replied, “I too.

Nothing else came to my mind because of the nerves apparently)

When I realized that I was scratching, I fell into paint. The girl laughed and mocked. He said of the guy to cut off.

They live together for the second year. and so)