My friend works as a babysitter in a private kindergarten.

This story she told me:

We have a boy, Cole, who, as I thought, was very much in love with Alice.

Very often I noticed that he gives his compot to her, and he doesn’t drink it very much. Sometimes he thinks that no one sees them and changes their glasses.

The children are always sitting in the same places and each time the same picture.

But later, when I made a comment to Cole and asked what it was about, it became clear that it was not about being in love. Just Father Coley said that compot makes a man more beautiful (the boy could not tolerate compot), and he gave his portions to the most ugly girl in his opinion.

Brother asked to help him with the choice of a car in the cabin. As long as he looks at physics, I’m checking out the history. Question is shorter. We came, one looked, the second... Looking at "Renoška", on the glass of leaflets-300000r, run 150000. I sweep my face into the salon and I understand that there is no smell of 150,000 there, even in my unprofessional view. The wheel to the holes is wrapped, nothing can be seen on the lever of the KP, because it is wrapped, seated in the meat. Even the emergency button. Fuck it short. My brother is watching under the hood at this time. It is there, it is there, it is there, it is there. And I look at a pipe hanging plastic on some pipe (something). And on it, the GUR inscription was changed in 2018, running 286000. Call the manager, what do you fuck? In 2018, there were 286, and she then ran for another 3 years. No shadow of embarrassment: Well, I just forgot to remove it. Chick her in front of our eyes with a knife... Now exactly 150000km...

Usually, when a person wants to know something, he begins to dig in the refrigerator for some reason.

The case was in the late 90s. I, a very young, if not to say more, a boy, replaced our employee at the social exhibition of the government of Moscow. There were earlier such events, with the main purpose of the districts of the city to show "what we could" and also for informal contacts between officials, since visitors to such an exhibition had little interesting.
My job was to sell professional literature. It took three hours for the staff to resolve their urgent questions. The trade went smoothly - as the low-level officials, which formed the basis of the contingent, were very wealthy in those years. However, the usual theft at the time was not noticed, and this somewhat reassured. Until the end of my watch (and this was my first experience at a public event) there were 15 minutes left. Then a woman came into the shelf. She looked at the books very carefully and chose a thick and very rare reference book on medicine. I began to list him. Then I clarified the price. Then she began to list the directory again, praising the content. After a couple or three minutes, she sadly put the guide on the spot and wanted to leave.
Did not come? I asked surprised.
On the contrary, I need him very much. It is expensive, I don’t have so much.
I do not set prices, unfortunately, I cannot help. Are you interested in medicine?
I am Doctor. Emergency ambulance in the Riyadh region. Here on a trip. We are paying the salary and nothing is missing. And I have already bought one book on medicine, the second I will not pull, food is not enough otherwise.
I looked at this woman, her sad eyes, and began to understand something inside my soul.
Are you upgrading education? Do you want to graduate later?
Yes is no. We are in a very difficult situation with medicines. Sometimes you prescribe something to the patient - and take it from nowhere. at all. There is no money in man. And you cannot help him. Here I am looking for referrals, where there are some alternative options for treatment, from false remedies, what we can get cheaper.
I kept silent, then took the book and gave it to a woman.
Here is, take it. No need for money. I will give her to you.
- Boy, but she is accountable, you are fined!
I will agree. You need her more than I need my money now. Take it. Good luck to your patients.

P.S The way she said to me, “Thank you!“I remembered it all my life. It is the highest human gratitude that one can only dream of.

( Referred to https://www.anekdot.ru/an/an1407/o140705;100.html#8)

The French can’t normally read “War and Peace” because of these stupid inserts in Russian.

xxx: Dating services work like a centrifuge: light factions, or even people who are lonely for reasons not related to their own way of communicating and behavior, easily enter this centrifuge and get out quickly enough. But a heavy fraction of uneducated, ruthless, stubborn and ignorant single women of both sexes forms a thick accumulating sediment, which over time only becomes stronger. And here very soon seemingly a decent new service, where there were full of nice people, already abandoned by them, has already accumulated a lot of "heavy" elements, and the mattress from it is worth being healthy.



For this reason, dating services are subject to the cycle of ascension and subsequent rot, like centrifuges that no one knows how to clean.

Once I chose a movie to watch with my mom in the evening, chose a great one, but with some excess of frank scenes.

I’m telling Mom – there’s a great movie, but it’s a bit crazy, can’t you? My mom said, yes, let’s see.

I think, what a progressive mother I have, broad views.



I checked out, my mom liked the movie, only then she confessed to me that she thought that my words about the film meant that the film was dramatic and touching and when viewing there would be something to do.