The city takes courage. And politeness is a whole peninsula.

It was a story about mechanics in the theatre and fascists.
A friend told me. They had two original guys with simple Russian names. Batyanya Ichni was the most natural “new Russian.” Moreover, it was a man in the literal sense of "of the socha" - a former combiner and a descendant peasant.
The curve of life’s success raised him high, and he moved to the capital with his sons. His children were under his father’s authority – simple rural workers and peasants, but with a rare craving for knowledge and culture. Not that the whole family wanted to join the ranks of the Moscow intellectuals – there was simply a tough understanding of the need for education for normal communication in society. A couple of years after they moved, they fell into one of the hustles of the golden youth of Moscow, striking the inhabitants with a profound dissonance between appearance and accumulation.
In this company there was a girl, that parents for adulthood made a truly bar gift - an apartment was bought in the famous "House on the Shore" - a mansion of the Soviet elite of the 1930s and unfortunately famous far beyond Moscow by wreckage arrests and shootings of tenants. The lush temper of the youth of the time (in the courtyard was the mid-90s) has been repeatedly described on this site, and it makes no sense to describe the general desire to make a fairy party on the occasion of the new home. The idea lay on the surface – to make in the apartment a party in the style of the 1930s – with dances, costumes and other elements of time. The guests, breaking up into groups, began to diligently prepare for the event, picking up images and costumes. The brothers, realizing that it is impossible to hit the dirt in the face, and enjoying the almost unlimited financial possibilities of the father, decided to hit everyone. Literature was raised, consultants and old photographs were found, the Mosfilm workshop and the antique stores of the city were raised. The smoke stood in the mouth.
That day, a personal retiree, Maria Vasilievna, quietly living the seventh tenth in a small apartment originally intended for a servant, heard familiar from childhood sounds of pre-war tango. In her memory flashed a bright flame of childhood memories, this huge, gray house, to which they moved in the very early 1930s with the whole friendly family, children's games in the yard, a basement with dogs, cranes-concierge in the entrances and beauties-military with raspberries. And then... then there were disturbing nights, when no one slept and everyone waited - to whom this time came trouble into the house? Who has the light on, and is there a search? Their family did not pass the common fate - the father was repressed, the mother was regretted and simply displaced from Moscow to the north with her - Maria Vasilievna, and then just Masha, went to the 3rd class that year. Years went by, Stalin died, his father was rehabilitated, his mother died, but Maria Vasilyevna found the strength to return to Moscow and make a dizzying career. After her retirement, she lived quietly in the same house where she spent her childhood and where she came back in the late 1950s. On the street was hot - it was the middle of the summer, and in the unconditioned apartment it was very dull. Maria Vasilyevna listened – the sounds of tango continued, there were voices, laughter and the ringing of glasses. Deciding to look out the window, the poor old lady stunned - to the entrance came to the pain familiar "Emka". Having decided that it was bad for her from the heat, Maria Vasilyevna directed a fan and a couple of minutes later looked out the window again - no, there was no doubt - it was she - the same "emka", on which the parents of her friends were taken and took her father to the last way. The picture was supplemented by her acquaintance, an alcoholic uncle Cole, at one time a great functionary, who did not withstand the breakup of the Union and quietly cried about this. Uncle Cole looked at the car carefully. Deciding to go down to the neighbor for medicine, the grandmother went out to the staircase and shuddered - the door of the neighboring apartment was opened and there were loud sounds of tango mixed with the bell of glasses, laughter and jokes. Realizing that the thing was very bad, Maria Vasilievna rushed down for the medicine. And here... right in front of her, in the run of the stairs, hidden by a huge palm tree, two chequists stood before her. There could be no mistake – she remembered the night of 39 when the same people came into their house. The same peasant faces, the same shape, the same papyrus, the same boots, even the awards and distinctions – all exactly as in the hardest day of her life. Poor personal retiree quietly settled on the hands of surprised brothers and did not want to give signs of life. Fast oriented, the brothers decided to independently pull the pensioner to the car and take it to the nearest medical centre. Alcoholic Uncle Cole has seen a lot in his life. But when two NKVD officers fell out of the entrance with loud matucs, carrying the lifeless body of his acquaintance Maria Vasilyevna in their hands, and explained to him their wishes in vitrified form concerning help in loading the one into the entrance Emku, Uncle Kolya understood that it was time to bind with alcohol. Five minutes later, the whole company was in the hospital. But Maria Vasilyevna, who had come to herself, went off again – the appearance of the hospital chamber in conjunction with Uncle Kolya and the chequists behind him with tense faces did not give her connection to reality. The brothers, making sure that the grandmother will be carefully monitored, decided to retire and not appear on the carpet.
As the happy owner of the apartment later told, the absence at the event of the brothers were all very surprised, and the fact that they did not get in touch for a couple of days - even more. It all ended safely - Maria Vasilievna is still alive, and Uncle Kolya after a shock on alcohol looks with a sharp disgust.

The copnik dad goes from work in the evening, looks - the copnik son sits on the asphalt near the house. All the beaten, in the blood, in the ears of a cigarette, his cell phone is stuck in his mouth. The Gopnik-Papa dumbs at this spectacle for a minute, then asks:
Has the intellectual entered?
M M M M M M.
Also in the glasses, dude?
M M M M M M M M M!! to
The idiot. The Baklan. How many times have I told you that if a man is not willing to walk around our area in glasses, he is more dangerous than a crazy dog!

to this:
He passed excellent EGE in physics and inf, decided not to waste his talent in vain. I chose to enter one of the best universities in Russia, specifically the department, which teaches on the profile of Optics and physics of nanostructures. Directly the latest technology, teachers are almost all scientists with a degree, etc. I found a group of students and employees of this department VKontakte. The first topic in the discussions: "Let’s not cheat anymore?" It seems I’m starting to suspect that we have a country with science about O_O
Do not judge by one fact. Not so long ago there was a far from exceptional case when the glory of American and world science (indigenous American, which is uncharacteristic) decided after the conference to prove that Americans can drink more than the Russians. The end of the resulting derby few people remembered, counted for nothing.

From the internal forum of one large green bank.

XXX is yes. About the REB. The M1A2 Abrams TUSK tank has a phone on the body for communication with the infantry.
YYY: This is something else! "Mercedes" has a coin slot on this phone!

He was transferred to... (happiness hold on, I remind you - the right eye does not see) to the position of... a gunman!
and...
This is only the guide of the minomote eagle vision does not need at all. A pass is a thing whose guide, if he ever sees the goal, it will most likely be the last thing he sees in his life. The task of the guide is to establish the parameters of the shooting, which will be to him by the artillery calculator, who will calculate them from the data received from the observation point.

Interesting is the principle of the work of departments for the recovery of debts of domestic banks. I did not pay the contribution for banal reasons, according to my calculations about 1000 r. A wicked, disgusting, rude aunt calls and says that I am throwing 3000 r. A week later, a fun, cute, nice girl calls and says that I’m tore 500r. Another thing, I paid for it.

This is why the Russian Army is bringing horror to the whole world!
It was the Soviet army that brought horror on the whole world, and the Russian army brought more horror on the recruits.

A selfie is a selfie, right?
2: no... the self-portrait is with a stand and a selfie is with a mirror and an apple phone.

I don’t understand anything in this life. A few years ago, there were a bunch of samples on the subject of lonely bugs who photograph themselves. Everybody was roaring and roaring over them. From here, by the way, came the expression "forevere eloon". Selfies and niqabats are fashionable.

HHH
We also talked about calming at work. It all started with hanging a boxing pear in the office, then, as always, alcohol, drugs, beating people. As a result, everything was reduced to what was ideal: to beat people under alcohol and drugs.

WOWU
And the corporate post in the morning: "today, 23.07.14 we beat the junior technical specialist Ivanov I.P. He was chosen by a random number generator and we all sympathize with him. Nothing personal. Alcohol can be obtained in the office 214, drugs in the office 216. Don’t forget to take the container and the syringe."

xxx: some type of baby in this series is the same
Yyy: Maybe it’s because they’re playing mother with daughter.

Every psychologist will sooner or later need a psychiatrist.

and then swallow:
"The power is just not!!! Where are so many fools in the world! All of this needs to be answered by Zifik! They are not on the network! How I'll look them in the head if even the telepathic retranslator can't connect, and further away they don't work directly. The shorts are shorter, I dismiss Nafi.

It is...
Chewabaak!
It was wonderful!! In the anal immediately.
The shorter shell XDDDDD

Someone in the universe argued about harmful food:
I love the mayonnaise!
Natash, but it is harmful to the kidneys!
Life is one and the kidneys two.

A small practical task from everyday activities. There is a pharmacy. The light has disappeared for six months. And it disappears at a fixed time: around 8:00 and around 10:00. After a tumultuous discussion with our colleagues, we became proud of the man who connected this building to the power grid. Because he connected it to street lighting and turning off the light in the morning and turning it on in the evening led to turning off the light in the building.

Review of "Ninja Turtles"

Deather: Turtles dancing hip-hop in the elevator - to this life, blade, did not prepare me

Proof of authenticity on the photo:
photo on the backdrop of the arrival / departure board at the focal station (auto, rail, aero) - everything is written there, and you will not agree with the controller :)

to this:

< Too late, but about the marasma on the EGE.
Literally a witness. The entrance to the point of delivery, metal detectors are standing workers, around the security guards snuit with dumb faces. One girl, passing through the frame, wrote. I asked to show what was in the bag. They open - and there is a natural hammer, not even a knife. I see that it is real. Nothing, they said to go on. Yes, not a spade. But it was terrible to be with her in the same audience/>

It is funny what a man tells us about the marasma at the EGE, who wrote: "One girl, passing through the frame, wrote a note." Say, dear, when you approach the station, your hat did not take off?! to