My wife and the younger went to my mother for the weekend. I am home with the elderly. He plays with friends on the street, right under our windows, then they run in the crowd, then for toys, then to drink, then to change clothes. I am busy at this time - I prepare lunch, parallel my floors and clean up. A boy from their company watching this picture says to me

- But my dad said that a man should come to the kitchen only to eat, and the cloth can not even touch.

While I was thinking how gently to explain that his dad was not quite right, one girl was quick:

- Oh, everyone knows that your dad has something strange... And with noise and laughter the children ran out to the street, and the boy came out thoughtful.

Thanks to you, good girl.

I got a review of Harry Harrison’s books on the Internet today and it’s...

Ever since I was a child, I had a dream of having a lot of books, especially fiction. And here the restructuring, there were books, but they were not in the pocket at the time. At the Kursk station I rented (yes, there was such a service, you guarantee the cost of the book 10 rubles and read) the book "Horse Barbarians" Harrison from the cycle "The World of Death". I sat on the ring trolleybus and read it in two rounds.

Fuck, how offensive it was. Such impressions from books will probably never be again.

In the hope that it would make someone's life easier, Katay was always presented in Vietnam, but the locals, anyway, the pronunciation was difficult. In the middle of the season we were given a beige. I go into the hotel, the girls from the reception saw the beige, call me to get closer and these are:

Finally, we’ll see how your name is written and we’ll call you right!

Long look at the inscription "Ekaterina", consult with each other and issue:

You live in our country, we will give you a beautiful Vietnamese name! We’ll call you Hua!

And here I sit with the tourists at the reception, and somewhere in the background: "Hua! “Hua!” A tourist asks me:

Are they screaming HUA?

It was somewhat inconvenient to say that Hua was me!

The historian is a curved mirror between society and the archive.

And they could!

I work in production. The headquarters set the task of preparing 2 workers to work on machines that produce products. Nothing complicated as it seemed.

On one side, a mixture of 3 ingredients is mixed. On the other hand, you take the finished product. The formula of the "hell" mixture to the funny is simple: 24/6/300. It is a complete mixture. And the first 2 numbers are the number of waters, and 300 - grams of the dye.

There is a nuance. When producing a certain amount of raw materials, it is necessary to add 1/2, 1/3 or 1/4 of raw materials from the complete mixture.

So, ladies and gentlemen, the show, bleat, is beginning!

We write on a piece of paper and ask the yuan padawans what is there. The answer was correct.

And now we make 1/2 mixture...It’s all. by Alyssa Alyssa. I hear the whistling of the six in my head, and the result is 0. How much is 24:2?
There is no answer. How many are 300: 2? The answer is 200!

Bingo is Blowing! I have fireworks, three. and share. But it is not possible! I broke the lighthouse in half. My eyes were like God!

And now we try the same, only on the example of raw materials and paint. The motors in the brains fell in both. We never reached 1/3 and 1/4 of it. One is 24 and the other is 26.

The commander cried and cried with patztal and fired them both.

In my 20 years in the army, I have seen a lot. I earned alcoholism and other injuries, but I did not think I could be surprised by anything.

These were able.

Patriarch Kirill called on the hegemony of Theophania to sell Mercedes.
Theumenia called on Patriarch Kirill to sell the yacht.

It was 10 years ago: returned from the army, set up a small outsourcing office with a sysadmin - 5 firms were given a piece to accompany (come, asked what to repair, wiped out the server with a cloth, until tomorrow!) Often the one-time customers were thrown: either to set up something new, or to repair the unworking. Application for treatment of the virus. Usually you come to the challenge and the person who challenged you introduces you to colleagues: a programmer/sysadmin/computer/engineer/sucher... but not this time. I walk quietly into a small office, I approach a random girl, I guess, so and so - the virus came to treat, where, to whom to go? The girl turns toward the door and loudly, so that they can hear: "Peter Sergeiich! o_O is a miserable resemblance of what was written on my face. It turned out that on a super-popper important compete caught a blocker, which showed someone's hot biscuits, promising to melt the story of walking on the porn sites of your mom. The banner is removed, the computer is treated, money and psychological trauma are received, because nobody has called me so yet!

I give advice, which helped me in 2005 to get a salary not issued for more than 2 months, for one day (day of dismissal). Be persistent when you go to any office: OK, Accounting, Director... anyone! You will not leave him in any case. Until the actual settlement of your issue! No promises, there will be lots of them. Up to real action! My former bosses lasted for two or five hours, I sat with them, in their office, then there were no mobile phones (like the modern ones), so I looked stupidly into their shameless eyes... two or five hours... money I got it all and immediately! The remaining employees, with their words, money was not given for a couple of months... They tried to call me, they talked about my ignorance and disrespect for the elderly (I was 20 years old), threatened with security... But the result was worth it... *I advise not to stick in the mobile phone, but look in the eyes, it’s everyone likes (no! It irritates everyone. I didn’t call anyone, I didn’t scream, I didn’t camel, I just explained that I would sit next to him until I got my money in full... I wasn’t believed at first, but in vain...