Xxx: A friend said that side effects from vaccination are AIDS and homosexuality. After the vaccination, he didn’t talk to me. People with medical education work in a hospital.
Yyy: You won’t become homosexual after vaccination if you start sleeping with men before vaccination!
Zzz: You’re walking on the ohuenly rainbow ice.
The tables in the cafe "without masks do not serve", similar to the "shorts and cowards do not remove" in the toilets
Once I worked for a short time in a small pension, or a sanatorium, or a holiday home outside the city, which at the time of the Soviet Union belonged to a large and wealthy factory, and in the 90s I went on an independent sailing as if a hotel for long-distance fighters, or a weekend bordel for those who caught luck for the tail.
Once our boarding house subscribed to the two-week "customs" of the Academy of Football from the regional center. Neoplan brought a couple of dozens of boys, aged somewhere from 10 to 15 years. The first thing that surprised me was a few moms who followed their children and wore a smooth soccer shirt on their shoulders and in a lightning blanket.
Further observations confirmed the first impression. The boys behaved arrogantly and carelessly, the waitress in the dining room called carelessly "E!"Al she was suitable for them by age if not for grandmothers, then at least for mother. During all the time they lived in our guesthouse, I did not see them either tired, but even sweaty.
The apogee of their "gathering" became a party in the room - whether someone's birthday, or some kind of sporting event - after which the future pride of domestic football was covered by a mass struggle. Immediately the mommies on the expensive cars and began to threaten us with all the penalties - and the supervision, and the prosecutor's office, and everything that was possible, promised to fine us, to close, to plant and generally wipe in the dust. And we showed them the recordings from the video camera, where the baby is dragging through the lobby bags with beer and energy, some snack, someone carried a cake healthy, and as they then ran after, a good store nearby. A bag of garbage from their room, with bottles, hugs and a box of cake, the senior administrator ordered the maidens to take it to the director’s office and lock it in the lock. Mothers are silent.
Those people can only win from people like themselves. They go to football not to overcome, to overcome and to win, not to win against everything, like the USSR team in Seoul in 1988. They go to football for the star way of life. For millions of contracts, for parties, clubs, resorts and restaurants, for expensive bowl and long-legged models.
“Serjoza, look when I bend, can you see the trousers?
No, I cannot see. But I could wear it.
I just arrived in Spain, a new immigrant, a month after arriving. I go to the summer terrace of the institution, I make an order. The waitress took it all out, I sat down. Nothing predicted trouble, as suddenly appear a man with a little girl, 8-10 years of age. And this guy approaches me, stretches out a girl’s pen, and so on: please look at her while I’m running out of business.
Oh my uncle, stand up! Where? → Uncle didn’t wait for my negative answer while I picked up words in foreign and dropped it. The girl stands next to me and smiles. Note, I am from Russia, there, against the backdrop of pedophilia, people are arrested for sitting next to the couch! Here is this!
Well, I think he arrived. This is a local divorce, now I will come to p...yes. I look around, no one reacting at the neighboring tables. The guy is okay. Fuck it is not normal! This girl is overwhelmed and deafly trying to climb to me on her knees, bragging something in Spanish. I turn my head to 360°, waiting for the seat in the form of menta and witnesses. I know that the child cannot be touched, I hold my hands as far away as possible from the girl, the little bitch has already climbed on her foot and is sitting and pulling her hands to me. I lose weight, I feel my hair gray, I have pictures in my head of how I am accepted, brought to court, imprisoned in a Spanish prison. A little bitch pulls me by the cheek, I take her by the hand, I try to talk to her. The back was sweaty, the T-shirt stiffened. Do not touch me, little shit! Is this girl not his daughter at all? I actually hit it then! I will be charged for stealing the child. Well, there will be the show’s masks and I’ll have Hanna.
Thousands of thoughts in my head. have to run. Or run away, is it the fault? Smoking, not smoking with children. The summary of my stress was interrupted by the man who left a child for me, he came back, I sit and wait for the show and the clutches. The man thanked, took the girl, and when she left, she shrugged my hand. I walked away in response to her despite the shaking eye.