I remembered. Even at the time when the governor of St. Petersburg was V. Matvienko, she participated in some transmission, and had the opportunity to ask a question by phone. A woman called and complained that it was impossible to get a voucher to the doctor, she has been going for six months, but there are no vouches. At which Valentina Ivanovna firmly stated that such a thing cannot be and offered to prove it in direct. Directly from the studio got the registration number of that clinic, and then there was an amazing dialogue, I repeat!! In direct broadcast:

Participants in the dialogue : M- Valentina Matvienko, B - grandmother from the registration office

B is registered.

M: Hi, I need a ticket to...

B: (interrupts, unhappy voice) There are no talons!

M: When will they appear? When can I call?

B: There was not, there is not and there will not be.

He dropped the phone.

Then in this clinic for about a month there were always vouchers to any specialist, and then again it was gone.

He paid for a vital operation. So now he says every time in the company, “Thank God for this.”

To my objections, say it wasn’t God paid you and made the prophylaxis, and I and the surgeons, he answers simply – “well right, it was God who helped me, just your hands.”

Although it is necessary to acknowledge me and the doctors, he is also grateful, but the role of us as pedestrians in this "game" is a bit discouraging.

God is with you ?

Now I have a Grant, before that was a 2001 Ford Focus 1. I leave the TC, two persons of unknown nationality are mistaken in the parking lot near my labyrinth.

The further dialogue:

“Sell my car, brother?”

“I’ll give you 200.” (at the market in 100-130k)

“No, brother, you won’t sell her for that money!”

“I wasn’t going to, it was a parking lot, not a car shop.” He sat down and left.

A camera in our cottage settlement captured the sex of some people at the fence.

So, we and our neighbors are upset how much more such a mess will continue!

The 21st century, and a street surveillance camera of insufficient quality to normally consider everything!

I walked with my future wife at night on the fountain. The trails are illuminated, but the shore is not. This is important because it is not possible to see from the sidewalk what is happening at the fence of the river. I leaned my wife to the fence and fucking, we are not visible in the shadow, and we all see what is happening around us. It is extreme sex. Until the fountain passed by the fucking vapor, which illuminated everything around him up to the sidewalks. We, like the palm of our hands, people from the steam steam wave our hands, rejoice, take pictures... Well, shit, we also wave. A minute of glory.

Is retirement a lifetime leave or a lifetime leave?

My friend Max once saved a Negro. The case was so.

He parked near his home in a wealthy suburb of Chicago and saw that nearby two cops were twisting the hands of a tall, brown-headed man with anthracito-black skin. Max is a convinced Democrat who voted for Obama and in the eternal war between the police and the blacks he was sick for the latter. I approached and asked what was going on here.

“He was surrounded in your area for no apparent reason,” the cop explained. I was looking at who to steal.
“That’s Bob,” a friend improvised instantly. He has been caring for the grass in my yard for three years. You should have looked at which of the neighbors did not cut the lawn to offer them their services too.
Is it so? I asked the black man.
It is so, sir!
Okay and live! The cops let the guy go and left.

The Negro threw Max almost at his feet:
Sir, you saved me! I am your eternal debtor. If they had taken me, I would have burned for ten years, not less, so much is behind me. To be honest, I was really going to get into someone’s house. Now it is all! No one else in this area is useful and all their prohibition. Sir, if you have any problems, come to Garfield Park and ask Jeb. Every dog knows me.

A year and a half later, driving through Garfield Park late in the evening, Max broke the wheel. The car was immediately surrounded by a few black guys with dark roses.
“I don’t want trouble,” Max told them. Just let me change the wheel and leave.
One of the guys smiled badly. In exchange for your wallet and your phone. and the radio. Your shoes have nothing to do with you.

And then Max noticed among the attackers a familiar antracito-black shaved skull.
Hi Jebby! He shouted joyfully. So we met. The debt payment is red, right? Tell your guys to change my wheel and let it go.

There was no muscle on the face of the Negro.
“I don’t know exactly what this white man is talking about,” he said. Pursue everything the guys ask for!

He first hit Max in the cheek. Max fell on the dirty asphalt, suffering not so much from pain, but from black ingratitude.

He was not the Negro. Max, despite all his love for blacks, has never learned how to distinguish them.

And can the proposal to cancel the penalty for a non-inclusive turnaround be considered as LGBT propaganda?