I remembered how I met with my general director, entered the network of cellular communications salons, worked for a couple of weeks and not that the bosses, colleagues from other points did not see everyone in the face. In general, in the next of the days goes into the store some man, a couple of minutes looking at the window with phones, then approaches me with the words "I am such such as Takitovich, your general manager, I should have the phone ready, let it here", well I am not a fool said, I see you at all the first time, I am waiting for the elder in the store, then I will give the phone. The man, of course, stopped, but began to wait until I first called the elder and when he came to the store with the bullet. As it turned out, it was indeed the general manager, and well he turned out to be an adequate person, even praised for caution.

Do not hit a man with a gun.

48 for my mother. And I remember 7 years old, and my mom 29, it’s the reverse count, then I didn’t think about it. And she, in the summer, in a blue dress in flowers, holds me by the hand, and we go through the sunny yard, and I know that I have a very beautiful mother, and I am happy madly, and proud. That is all. Such a bright memory from 1979. Mommy in a summer dress, the sun that shines through the leaves of huge topols, and just happiness.

I have lived with Russia all thirty years of reforms! And you decided to scare me with some sanctions?

For some time, he lived in the suburbs of Madrid and went to a local marketplace. Standing in a line for meat, in front of me, a woman, apparently an immigrant of the CIS, fell into the insidious trap of the Spanish language. Pulling his finger on the chicken, he says to the seller, “Polla, please.” The seller, a typical Spanish Pedro, stretches in a smiling smile, clarifying with his buyer:

How much do you?

And a kilogram.

The Spanish people are fun, always happy to joke.

What do you want, with or without hair?

– Ricardo, do you have a kilo polla? He cried out to a neighbor’s fish seller.

Today, my wife is busy.

Under a wild whistle, a woman is given a chicken, and she leaves without realizing that the pollo is a chicken and the polla is a fox.

Xxx: List of used literature

The biggest lie of any student.

When I was studying at Doshafe, the instructor told me. He had meant one student, drove off the field, and here is the first exit to the city. Prepare to leave, and here the instructor remembers the documents forgotten on the table. He goes out of the car, goes to the docks, returns... No cars, no students. and panic. They jump into the cars and go looking for them. They find the untouchable quickly about a kilometer from the field. The car in the cube on the side. A student stands next to me. I was scared and bleak. When asked why she left alone, the answer was unexpected: “I wanted to surprise you.”

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