The dependence of the Russian economy and the ruble rate on oil prices is decreasing. This was stated on 22 January by the chairman of the Bank of Russia Elvira Nabiullina, reports RIA Novosti.
YYY: What is it? And again? Is it they so subtly hint that even if oil rises, the ruble will continue to fall?! to

X: Excuse me for being rude, but what shit is that?
Z: This is your mother, Lobo.
X: And who is this, my mother, Lobo?
Z: The invulnerable cosmic biker, a hunter of heads. Do you feel the crazy flowing from the screen?
X: No, I don’t feel it. I spend quite a lot of time behind the monitor, and so the roughness has long frozen on it with a thick crust.
Z is worthy.

In fact, in Russia there is only one problem - bad roads are not because of the smart ones.

While living in Berlin, Franz Kafka walked through the park every day. There he once met a little girl who lost her doll and cried loudly. Kafka offered to help her find and meet in the same place the next day.

Of course, the famous author did not find a doll. But he brought a letter written from her face. “Please don’t be upset by my absence,” Franz read loudly. I went on a journey to see the world. I will write to you about all my adventures.” The next few weeks they met in the park, and the writer read letters to the girl in which the painted doll described her trip.

Soon, Kafka suffered an exacerbation of tuberculosis, and he had to go to a sanatorium in Vienna. Before this trip, which was the last for the writer, Kafka met the girl and gave her a doll. She was not exactly like the girl she once lost. But it was accompanied by a note: “Travel changed me.”

I have not had any black people in my family. Maybe I live in a racist family.

You are a biologist, right?
XXX: Well, you plan at least)
Types of Yes
xxx: I have an unusual creative question to you on your professional ground.
YYY : WOW
XXX: Don’t be afraid and don’t call idiots.
Which scent smells stronger: alive or dead?

Today I had a cognitive dissonance, which I will not forget soon, so that it will take a long time. I usually go to work by car, and here the circumstances are shorter in public transportation. Sitting at the end. To honor the drivers to say, they were driving quite comfortably, smoothly, but at the same time fast and almost without violations, with manoeuvres under the light NFS. After driving in this mode a couple of stops my pattern began to shake a little, when I noticed that driving this healthy extended torpedo on the road, with the proud name MAN, a girl of 20-23 years of age in appearance, quite gentle, the very focus - clearly can drive. Further, my cracked pattern broke into pieces and bloody scratches sprinkled, probably even the front glass - a full-fledged, with light, barely noticeable, good makeup, the young gay O_o planned to sleep in the bus when he stood at the stop, but after what happened he could not... Something changed a lot in this world...

These words should be poured into the granite.
>>>>>>>>>>>>
Specialists-architects and other Michelangelo and boldly tell you that you can not cast granite, you can only cast granite.

[16:53:53] Taras said:
Earlier it was that the government intends to forgive Uzbekistan $865 million in debt.
Earlier, it was that Russia will forgive Madagascar $89 million in debt.
Earlier, it was that Russia will forgive Sudan $17 million in debt.
[16:53:53] lexicon: Better would I forgive the fines
[16:54:05] lexicon: there is clearly less

Len, turn on logic or what you imitate there.

All the time when someone starts reasoning on the topic of “we, men,” I want to say to the affair that he is slightly wrong. In this case it is right to say "we, fools".

X: Did you think there were girls?
yyy: guessed, but how weak it is)
yyy: the best guess was a few years ago) still in the old office, I walk the corridor past the "serpentaria" (design department, five stent from 22 out of 30), the door is open, and here I am in my forehead with my heels flies SAPOG(!!!) I was confused.
X: Do you know that you have been avenged?
YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
YYY: In fact, my main revenge will be four years old in the summer.

The harmful speaker:

I'm sorry to you! Can you help me?
(Sorry, can you help me?

- It's a pity and I'm terribly sorry but unfortunately I can not provide any significant help for you... because I don't speak English.
(I’m sorry and I’m terribly sorry, but unfortunately I can’t give you any serious help because... I don’t speak English.)

A girl, a guy

D - I'll go after you anyway in the car, you can't even write anything, you're hated where to go in the bus at -30.
P – I read now on your post – you called me funny – "you’re crazy hat". A quote from the film about Aladdin - "I am a slave of the Lamp!". "I am a crazy hat" ))))
Now you need to work on yourself and become simple "many in the hat"))

murdalak: I begin to suspect that in half the people who consider themselves informal, informality is that my mother in childhood told me please and thank you to speak, and now they are above that))

Well, girls, have you already found a cute Aitishnik who gets a salary in dollars? Have you seen the course? Why are they cute...

My father worked in the distant 70s at the airport as a technician for aircraft maintenance (such as AN-2). Each season they were sent to different areas of our not small area to process the fields with chemicals. In one of these journeys, the case described below occurred. On a warm summer evening before the evening flights, my father in a car, allocated to the crew, was heading to the aircraft for the TO. On the road of the villages walked goats (more than 100). Leaving the turn, the driver did not have time to slow and struck one. As usual, from nowhere to come, the grandmothers came and began to slander and sweep the curse of the demons who left almost half the village without food.



The father had already prepared for the selection of "flights" and wanted to offer a material compensation, but then the driver flew out of the car and rushed under the wheels. After pulling out the body of the fat goose behind her neck with a loud voice, he asked, "Who's the goose broke my resor?" the grandmothers quieted, but the roaring did not stop, then she drove again and even louder asked, "I am asking for the last time! Whose goose broke my resor!They were all silent until one. Making his face even more serious, he said, “OK! The examination will show!" and, throwing the goose into the body, went on, and in the evening there was a "experiment" with watermelon and fried goose.

Our family has a familiar married couple, Uncle Cole and Aunt Gal. One day we all had to go to the guests together, catering there with salad. Everyone started to eat except Uncle Cole, which naturally did not go unnoticed. As it turned out, the main obstacle was the absence of a piece of lemon in the plate. The hospitable hostess immediately jumped, quickly arranged a carefully cut lemon, a piece of which was beautifully laid in the plate. Uncle Cole said the following: "The first thing I do when I eat a salad, I pull out a lemon," - pulled out a lemon, and with an unwavering look began to eat. Judging by the expression of the face of aunt Galli, at home they were expected if not a scandal, then the bullying is certain.

The guy came with a knife in the back, straight with a huge knife in the back. The lungs were cut, the blood poured into the pleural cavity, and there the air pressed the lungs and the heart. The pressure was zero. The brigade worked clearly, immediately into the operational, light ears. Replaced blood loss, pressure stabilized.



I disconnected the patient from IVLA, woke up, removed the tube from the trachea. At midnight, I forced him to breathe in a bowl through a pipe, so we sprinkled the lungs.



The funny incident happened on the first night, when the patient was still spending the first hours after the operation and the question of life was still acute. The reanimator only to two nights managed to sink, the doctor immediately failed to fall into a deep sleep.



Fifteen minutes later, the phone called:

Hello to the police, Sergeant Popkin.

Yes to resuscitation.

– I want to know about the condition of Vasekkin (pl...t, at three o’clock at night the police officer fell asleep...).

“Before, in a medication dream,” the doctor replied irritated and laid a telephone.



All in all, there is no sleep. Suffered, suffered, walked through the department, lay down, no sleep, all stable. The evil began at five o’clock in the morning. The doctor took a cell phone and called the police:



Allo the police?

The officer replied.

- This is from the resuscitation, you can let me sergeant Pupkin, I want to report on the patient.



Gave a puppet.

- Allo, - replied Popkin sleepily, apparently running out of the couch.

Sir Sergeant Popkin?

Yes...

- I report on the condition of Vaschkin, he has everything unchanged, stable on the IFL.



“One, one,” laughed the sergeant, realizing the doctor’s spell. The doctor fell asleep and finally fell asleep.



(c) http://doktorbel.livejournal.com/617744.html

I worked in a hypermarket and there was a clothing department with a room for changing clothes. One man went first to the alcoholic drinking department, then to the sausage department and then to the cheese department. He got up and went to the clothing department. I went into the room for a sample and forgot. Then I went to the drinking room again and again. He would go again, but he burned it by the smell. He was so relaxed that he smoked in the sample.