There is no one at home, all the animals are shaking, I sit with the child in the room, read a book and suddenly I realize that someone is talking quietly. Words can’t be heard, but clearly. At first I thought the roof was running, I went out of the room, no voices. So I don’t think the head :) I started looking, in a couple of minutes I found the direction from where the sound comes - a desk. Almost an empty table, on which, except for a few sheets of paper, there is nothing persistently telling me something. There were suspicions about my mental health. I looked every centimeter of the table and found it. From the wall, behind the table, the wires of the radio points, once dismantled and isolated, were torn. Whether the children were wrapping something there, or the cats were wearing, in general, the isolant fell down, and the wires touched each other. And not tightly closed, namely, touched. Accordingly, there was a small KZ that made the wires vibrate. But this really was not all, the carelessly dropped A4 sheet of paper from the top on the wires became a membrane and completed the construction. And that's all the broadcast :) Loud, but clear enough to think that the roof is going.

I walked with my son in a wheelchair. On the way, I went to the tyres, pumping the wheels. While the young master was crawling, the older master entered the room, looked at me, on the wheelchair, at his son.

Have they come? The young man laughed.

- Yes, the walkway scratches on the wheels, the right wheel dredges (I judged a joke)

The eldest smiled, took the oil and tools:

A man like this (he turned to his son) on a faulty car chase it! Well, let’s see what you have there.

Something stumbled, somewhere fell.

This is like a new one. If so, go back in the spring. The car needs to be guarded and repaired in time.

The son whispered something in response.

They didn’t even pick up the wheels and wished me a good mood.

It does not drizzle and does not scream the wheelchair, thank you to the master, +100 to him in karma.

Motherland should be in the heart, not in the ass.

On January 19, 2021, the Tula Arms Factory declared itself “Imperial.” Taking into account the fact that in 1923 the enterprise was awarded the Order of the Red Banner of Labour, and in 1962 - the Order of Lenin, now it is the "Imperial of the Order of Lenin of the Order of the Red Banner of Labour Tula weapons factory".

The first channel is preparing an exposing documentary about the luxurious three-room apartment of Navalny.

At work at the entrance door from the street there is a ATM and a urn next to it, constantly filled with checks from this ATM. Periodically, smokers burn the contents of this urna with their bulls and all the smoke goes into the room, especially in the summer, when the doors are open. In general, closer to the topic: the room again filled with smoke, I pick up a bowl of water, I go out, there the boss stands, speaks to someone, sees me, then on the text:

Where did you go with the deer?

I: Yes, some pydors burned the garbage again, and would catch their bulls untouched in their ass.

CHEF: I accidentally set it on fire, bring your cage here.