Is it possible to shake after the first dose of the vaccine?



YYY: It can’t be immediately. Go home first.

Well, and I will finally get a repayment - to me, as a working retiree, the president urged to return as much as 10 thousand rubles from the sixty, fled for a year from my pension.

Fiction writer Alexander Romanovich Belyaev.
It was he who invented the head of Professor Dowell, the flying man Ariel, Ichtiander...
He invented it because he did not give up. Although his entire life is a typical manifestation of what is called the "genus curse" in the people. How it really is called, nobody knows.
As a child, Alexander Belyaev first lost his sister - she died of sarcoma. Then his brother drowned. Then his father died, and Sasha had to make a living for himself - he was still a teenager. And as a child, he damaged his eye, which later led to almost loss of vision. As a child, he learned to play violin and piano. He started writing, composing, playing in theatre. Then, in his youth, Stanislavsky himself invited him to his troupe — but he refused.
Maybe because of my family. Who knows? He just got married for the first time. Two months later, his wife left him and went to another. Time passed, the wound lasted and he married a lovely girl again. At the same time, he became ill with bone tuberculosis. It was almost a sentence. Belyaev was enclosed entirely in plaster, like a mummy - for three years. Three years in the plaster had to lie in bed. The wife left, saying that she was not going to take care of the ruins, not for this she married. And Belyaev was lying down, all wrapped in the plaster. It was then that he invented Professor Dowell's head - when a fly sat on his face and began to crawl. And he could not move his finger to drive her out... But this horrible incident prompted Belyaev to write a novel. Then, when he still stood on his feet, he began to walk in a celluloid corset. Half blind and ugly. He was a beautiful man in his youth.
He wrote and wrote his famous novels Fantasy did not exhaust it, good defeated evil, people went beyond their possibilities, flew to other planets, invented rescue technologies, loved and believed. He wrote a little sad. quite a little. If you remember what he was in...
He later married a good woman. Two daughters were born. One died of meningitis, the other also became ill with tuberculosis. Then the Nazis came to the Tsarskoye Selo and the occupation began. Belyaev could not fight — he barely walked. I could not leave. He died semi-paralyzed, from hunger and cold. His wife and daughter were abducted to Germany. They did not even know where Alexander Romanovich was buried.
He then handed over to his wife all that was left of her husband, the glasses. Nothing else remains. Novels, novels and stories. And the glasses. To which was attached a curved paper, a note. There were words that the dying writer wrote to his wife: “Don’t look for me on earth. There is nothing left of me here. “Your Ariel...”
by Anna Kirjanova

Surprisingly, the poorer a country is, the harder it is to take off a money-filled plane with a shocking president.

One large corporation organized a corporation in Prague. Well, of course, at the end of the official part, there was an unofficial -

The bathroom, the table, the girls, etc. Well, of course, all this was photographed.

An employee of such a firm, leaving home, asked the photographer to filter those on which there were girls, because the fact of the girls in the photos would be fatal for him in the relationship with his wife.

One day, when he returns from work, he finds his wife in full anger:

I was with Grandma!

You are what!

It was!

He throws a envelope with photos. He takes photographs, convulsively overtakes -

Not one girl! He is unconscious:

Not a single girl?! to

Turn the envelope!

He turned the envelope, and from his hand was written:

“Don’t put pictures of grandmothers here!”“!”

My friend’s friend painted a green on his ass while she was asleep. A week later, she found a sad smile on her other half-jacket.

It is a pity that we separated. This could be the beginning of a strong friendship.



It’s a pity that my grandmother washes her ass badly. Glad you got rid of it.