I was invited to visit. The weather was wintery, frosty, snowy, only without moths. The distance to the destination is 4 km, I think - in 40 minutes I will get to walk. It is done, I dress, I go. On the street was all minus 18, dressed decently, but did not calculate that walking a quick step decently warms the body.

After 20 minutes, I pulled off my jacket. Five minutes later, I removed the shirt. And two more, a hat. My appearance is specific. Beard and shaved skull. I take off my hat, I feel the steam on my skin that the steam is coming from my head. At that moment, I met with the eyes of a blind black man stuck in a thick-walled pantyhose. This look of complete madness I remembered for a long time.

I live in a new apartment.

Neighbors on the floor have been doing repairs for six months.

It turned out that the repair for the sake of the sale, such as bought black and "flavored" sold.

So they sold.

And you know what?

I go out of my apartment this morning and see:

New neighbors open the door to bring interior items into the common corridor and scratch wallpapers.

Mrs...

The opposition is fighting for a normal increase in payments to citizens monthly and on a lifetime basis, and not for a submission once in a lifetime and then to elections!

When I was young, I had a big breast. Her name was Irina. Low, slim, with elegant hands and legs – and suddenly two etched melons, a kilogram of two each. Operations to reduce the breast in the USSR were not done, and she was very suffering from constant carrying excessive weight. And also narrow blades of Soviet sweepstakes rubbed her shoulders to blood. Therefore, as part of each new underwear, Irina must have purchased a backpack with robust, wide-banded blades. She cut them off and replaced them with brushes.

The late 90s came, and the underwear and backpacks disappeared from the sale. But as it turned out, not entirely. And here Irina passes past the absolutely empty window of the "Sports goods" store and sees through this window a few backpacks on the empty in the rest of the shelf. Inside the store of backpacks is three, and Irina decides to take all three, because tomorrow the money will be cheaper again, and backpacks in the sale, apparently, will never be again.

After a few minutes she stands near the exit, packs two backpacks into the third and thinks it would be great to jump on the underwear now. At this time, a young man enters the store, sees an empty shelf, where there were just backpacks, turns his eyes on Irina, apologizes for the worry and addresses her with these words:
Please sell me two bags. Why do you need three? I will pay as much as you say.
Irina, evaluating the young man as sympathetic and polite, decides to continue the unbinding conversation. Of course, with a firm intention not to offend yourself.
I really just need a backpack. and. You will be arranged without sluts - take all three! Probably there are two more in the house, too, without bars. But I disagree with money: it depreciates every day. If you have something on barter, we can exchange.
The young man is not surprised by Irina’s words (remember, it was the 90s), but, on the contrary, literally blooms:
It is surprising how perfectly our interests match! The lashes do not matter to me at all. We are leaving. You can take one suitcase and one bag per person. We got our suitcases, but we can’t find a bag bag. The backpacks, of course, are still wet, but somehow we cut down the size. The pencil is wise. What do you need in exchange?
By this time, Irina already thinks about something completely different and therefore on the machine gives what her head was occupied before the conversation:
Bustle size 9!
The young man is slightly confused, then turns his gaze from the backpacks to the pointed Irina, or rather to the part of her figure between her waist and neck, carefully examines and, almost without shutting down, says:
“You know, my mother’s underwear is sent from Philadelphia by her sister, my aunt. They are, as you can say, very large. We go to them and come up with something.

Three months later they went to America together.

Have you at least once encountered the fairy tale that there was Vasilis the Wise Richter washed, fed and laid to sleep? Why does Baba Yaga always do this?