I work in the hospital, in the children's department. Toys are laid down in the office and on the table (to distract and engage the little ones while communicating with parents). Among the toys there is a small steam truck, which is bright in color, and the size is suitable and generally superb!

The boy and his mother go straight to the steam car. He rides, tries and asks:

Is this your steam car? Are you playing him?

I say yes, I play when there is no one.

Do you go home to play?

and yes.

He breathed with unfailing sadness:

I am not allowed to bring toys from the garden. You are happy!



I’m going here, I’m glad)) Now everyone will go and I’ll play)))

I go to the metro. Very tight in the car. I stand, holding my hand for the top assignment. Next to me are a couple, a girl and a young man. Also hold on to the top assignment. The girl's hand is very close to mine, even the sluggish touches the edge of the palm, and the guy puts his over her, gently glimpses and something whispers on her ear. The girls smile happily, looking him faithfully in the eyes.

Everything that followed happened very quickly.

The wagon shakes sharply. I held my hand, and the girl could not and pulled off. She pushed my shoulder, apologized and immediately grabbed her hand again for the order, but not before my palm, but behind it. The guy, without looking again, placed his hand on his palm from the top... Only not on her, but on mine—he didn’t look up, he just touched my palm with his hand and laid his palm from the top. We were all in gloves and he did not feel the difference.

Continuing to whistle something gently to the girl's ear, I began to gently chew my palm from the top, mowing her. All this lasted a few seconds.

I quietly look him in the face, questioningly lifting up my eyebrows, he looks at me dissatisfied—like why am I interfering with their idylly? I point my head to his hand lying on mine. He looks unconscious.

As the squeezed pulls off his, thickly redens and presses out "Sorry! “Both bullets flew out of the car at the stop, a girl jumping from laughter, a guy with a stone face.

Spring is fucking.

My sister has a boyfriend. At the same time, a crane began to flow in her apartment. And then on one of the dates a guy came up with a new crane and installed it. He said, “I wanted to buy flowers, but better let it be, it still costs the same.”

In stories, idiots are most often met.

The teacher was fired because she was photographed in a swimsuit.

Not for passes, not for professional inadequacy, not for the flagrant violation of safety rules, which entailed irreparable and even not for drunkenness at work. No is.
Photo in the swimsuit.
I don’t know if it is specially stipulated to wear swimsuits and subsequent photography in those in pedagogical universities, whether there are any special prescriptions for teachers in this regard, whether there are professional, teaching models of swimsuits, photo cards in which they are not a crack, whether there is a state commission regulating the length of teaching shirts and the depth of teaching decoltes. I do not have such information.
But I know that many teachers have children. For the majority! Do you understand? No is? Think of it! Children – what are they for? Not from EIS. No No No No! And not in the cabbage they are discovered with a confused look, no matter how you want it! Children, unfortunately and ah - always from sex. Do you understand?
Sex is what? This is a form of shame! Write in writing! The stones! The screams! the sweat! The sperm! Oleg, take my hair! Tanya, I am happy, I am happy, I am happy!! Do you understand?
And then are they teaching the children with these same hands? Do you understand logic?
What an immorality! No swimsuit has stood next to such a devil! They have sex, but they do not have swimsuits at all! It is insane!
And the toilet! They go there and naturally crawl! As long as I am not ashamed! The proud name of the teacher is worn, and themselves at the same time - cacao from the poop. I apologize in the most trivial way. The shit! They are born! Not pearls, not glitters, not even butterflies! And the teachers! And they have sex, and they crack, and when they hit the foot of the table at home with a little bit - they say, "Hah fuck!" They really say!
We should build with them! No to sex! No swimsuits though. No other excesses!
Go out, get out! You are photographing, you know. The shameless ones! This is not Soviet, comrades! It is not for that we went to Kolchak in the Sabbath attack, so that you here later, in the bright future, sex and swimsuits were produced! It was not for this reason that Lazio burned in the ball! Oh you! The shame!

Stupid Americans do not understand that a person named Mueller will not be able to reveal our agent in principle!