What color is the crocodile? Ask the teacher in the kindergarten.

The red! Reply to Roma.

Why the red? The teacher is surprised.

The Green! The children scream.

It is outside. I disagree with the novel.

The group shakes.

I listened to the conversation between my mother and daughter on the bus.

D: Mom, I’m probably leaving Pawlik soon.

M : Why?

D: I was tired of cooking him breakfast every morning.

How do I cook your dad’s breakfast every morning?

D: You’re cooking, and I’m a fool!

I once lived in a rich country. I will not say which, I will only say that there is the tallest building in the world and all the highest roads in the world are there too.

And as a result, searching the internet found an advertisement for the casting. A very cool studio was looking for a little Asian girl of three to five years old. I just had a couple of free days and so it was decided to bring there my daughter, who was not sitting at home, and it was useful to air out and show something new.

Send a questionnaire. They called. have agreed. I went to the casting.

A huge studio with pavilions, offices, offices, offices and a lot of people. There were two hundred children, each accompanied by a mother, a sister, a grandmother and a aunt. All the girls are dressed like little princesses in ball and evening dresses, clothed to the blade and with makeup. Such small four-year-old women who behaved maneuverably despite such a young age.

I looked at the girl I was wearing. The shorts. The sandals. The T-shirt. Smoothed only from the stomach and on the head of the tail. A tail that can make dad while mom is at work. Not the best way to compete. There is nothing to lose. Once you have arrived, you have to go to the end. We were given a registration number and my daughter and I went for a walk around the area.

Then I bought ice cream. What was not worth it to do, I understood by wiping out the moustache moustache and wiping out the drops of the separated ice cream from the T-shirt and shorts of my little girl.

When we returned to the line, we were looked at with a smile and regret. Both scattered and scattered.

Their number. We enter the large hall where on one side were the employees of the casting atelier with the most organic cups of coffee. There are cameras, lights and a microphone in the back. Everything is very serious and kind. When the workers saw us there was a break. Then the laughter. The child saw the scattered children's balls and ran to catch them to throw. I immediately went to catch her as I was stopped. Remember how in the cartoon about the mother and her children, they went to a picnic and began to eat someone else’s food, and the girl seeing this also started to eat racing? And here the mother of the martyrs rushed to collect them, enchanted parents grabbed her and watched with delight how their child ate. They also stopped me and told me to let the child get angry and behave naturally. The operators immediately started filming and people at the table made notes.

For several hours, tired, exhausted children came to them, from whom parents demanded to smile at the camera or dance. The children fulfilled their requests, but they were not real.

As a result, I was very grateful, and bingo - We got the role by passing over a hundred competitors!

And further more. The casting manager liked my reaction of stupid surprise that they immediately decided, after a little advice, to record my profile too. I stood up in shorts, shorts and shirts in different poses and said the replicas that I was asked to say. It looked so stubborn that a dull smile did not come down from my face. Later, I was often called to a mass show, and a couple of times I even played an episodic role.

I became interested and asked the casting agency manager to show me my file. Show what they show to customers that they approve.

In fact, this is confidential information. You are already yours. to look.

In my expectation, the description of my role should have been something like “The Impact Man of Asian Appearance.”

"A middle-aged man with a charismatic look" or at least "A man with a dense body structure with a rough voice"

I took a folder and read on it my tag for which I was selected - "Fat Chinese Boy".

Why “great” is understandable. But the “Chinese boy overgrown” is offensive! I am Korean!

and Relax! The manager responded with a smile – Chinese boys are not suitable for the role of Chinese. They are all small, black and with very narrow eyes. And you are so roasted, red, mashalaya!

That’s how I played in a great Chinese movie. The small Chinese.

Observation: the higher the incomes of top managers of state corporations, the deeper the state is in the ass with these corporations over time.

I was sent a video on Viber today - apparently part of a documentary film produced by the USSR in 1971. On the film - an experiment made with schoolchildren aged 10-12 in a special thread. Tyre situation: there are two targets - left and right, there is a barrier from which the shooting is carried out. On this barrier stands a machine that issues coins to the right and left baskets for shots to the right and left target respectively. The child is explained that in the left basket money falls for his personal needs, and in the right basket - for the general needs of the class. He has to choose between personal and public. The Ruble (1971) This is five ice cream, 20 trips in a trolley bus) for a shot. On the targets, lights burn, showing how many people have shot at each target. In fact, the bulbs are controlled by experimentators, artificially creating a conflict situation for each child: the student sees that almost all of his classmates have chosen personal interests. In the Tyr is introduced one by one. And you can see how children swing, turning the gun to the right or to the left, how girls swing, afraid of the thunder of a shot, like boys with despair on their faces (how much you can buy for a whole ruble!) They are going to the right target. In the end, everyone chooses the right target. Film Review: “And Now These Children Are Pensioners”

- You are arrested on charges of public calls for the overthrow of the existing power!
What are these public calls? All this was in a personal, private correspondence in Vatsapa!
“Suspect, your correspondence is read by employees of five departments of three special services – and you call it private correspondence?

Returning home at midnight, I saw in the neighboring courtyard, behind the fence, some fire. Looking closely, he discovered in the darkness that a man shakes a woman like a puddle doll, and she only fails helplessly.

Understanding that she needs help and feeling like Batman, I climb up the fence and hear the cracking of the pants and feel, suddenly approached, cool. I jump from the fence, jump toward this couple and horribly ask, “What’s the matter?” while hiding the moulds that climb from the hole (from knee to knee) between my legs.

The man, not frightened by my combat style, and not ceasing to shake his grandmother, replies:

Her wife is drunk, she is stupid, she cannot find the keys. I shake her, maybe it will ring.