Yesterday I read a story with a wizard. He knocks his right foot - the table with food appears, he leads his hand from left to right - any door opens, and right to left - closes! He knocks the earth and turns into a dragon.

The son says:

On the one hand, I’d like to be such a wizard, and on the other, I don’t.

I ask :

Why not?

- Well, it is necessary to remember everything, to teach - when to tap with the foot, and when to move with the hand and in which direction...

This story was told to me by my mother-in-law.

She grew up in a small Siberian village. All the children of the village always played together on the street, all year round. On a frosty day, they consumed frozen birds and decided to bring them into the house to warm up, and then release them as the fierce frost ends. Young heart-healthy ornithologists among others picked up a frozen canyon. They brought everyone into the house and went back to the street to carry out rescue work. Kanjuk warmed up, looked around and decided that it was he who went well. Or maybe he thought that he had already glued the laws and got into the bird’s paradise. One bird was saved that day. They even fed well.

At the age of 18, six months before the army, he took a new company of the same youth. I then had some quarrels with my father about my future, by the way – I’d rather listen to him more. But I already smelled the smell of freedom, waiting for the agenda, like a ticket to an independent life, and held my father for all my eighteen.

In the company somehow shared impressions from a fresh scandal with my father, some were stuck in my sharp statements to him. The boys were mostly silent, ticking more than the girls. One father, but kind and traveling to the sea every year, the other father does not allow to paint, but allows to bring the boys home to drink tea in the kitchen. And most of all I talked about my father Nadia, a girl I liked very much, an interesting but shy, a constant victim of our jokes on the subject of "Hope dies last."

Nadia spoke overwhelmingly, jumping from topic to topic, unusually long for herself: that her dad has a stone-maker, that at her forty-five he is strong and muscular, works twelve hours, strict but fair, can give a belt, if it is a mess at home, but it is also right, he feeds her, you must also perform your duties, finish the PTU faster and go to work with the sewing.

I remember how some of our companions darkened during Nadine’s story, especially the girls. And Nadina's fellow then in the side told me that Nadia doesn't even go to the pool with the group, because it's all in blue.

A couple of weeks later, I visited Hope. She lived on the third or fourth floor of the fifth floor. Perfect cleanliness and order everywhere. There were already vacations at PTU, I came in the morning with a cake, we drank tea in the kitchen and then listened to her music in the bedroom. I gathered with the spirit to embrace her, kiss her, well, and in general sweetly melted. Nadia smoked on a tiny balcony, looking at the clock, then in the yard, and from a certain time began to listen to my treep somehow dispersed, and smoked one by one. Then she interrupted me and told me that soon her father would come for lunch, and when she saw him in the yard, I would have to go out, get up on the fifth and go through the roof to another entrance. I shrugged my shoulders and agreed not to burn in front of my parents was not the first time.

And literally five or ten minutes later we hear the door to the apartment open, Nadia jumps in horror, makes me a sign of silence and jumps out into the corridor. I hear her talking to her father, he is not in the spirit, speaks to the elevated, asks what for lunch, by the voice it is clear that he has already dressed. With every word in the voice increasing aggression, Nadia answers with an apologizing voice, but the father is already shouting that the house is a mess, that a healthy cow rolls home instead of work, that the cow has only learned to argue with the father, and the cow's arms grow from the ass. And after another Nadine excuse, I already hear the selection mat and the sounds of strikes.

I jump out of the bedroom, go to the kitchen and see Nadia sitting on the floor near the door, trying to cover up with her hands, and on top of her hangs a bald man, one hand grabbed in her wrist, and the other methodically scratches her ribs, stomach, kidneys.

I caught my breath so much that I could only by force shout “Fuck!“And he struck the man with all the crowd, dropping him first on the table, and then on the floor. I myself am not large, a meter ninety and I have been preparing for the army for a year and a half, but I did not look at this shit. He was indeed all lively, muscular, strong and wide-armed, below me, but not much, let him stumble from my jump in the back - and I would be uncomfortable. And I, repeatedly going down the crowd on the crowd, furiously slandered this animal with his legs, not allowing him to get up, fucked his bald bush with his fists, he put under the table - I bluntly turned over the table, grabbed a strong wooden plate and nodded him on the back, while he tried to slip past me in the door, first with his legs in the back, as if he was trying to bring to the ground a hoodie, and then grabbed his legs and sat down on his head, scratching the baldness and fiercely wanting to break the skull.

I was already in the state that I wanted him to die, waiting for him to finally whisper and silence. But Nadia, who had taken me by the hand before, suddenly stumbled between the table and my father, facing me, and shouted long and hard: “Enough!”

I stopped, dropped the taburet, I was shaken so that I scratched my hands and pressed to my stomach to calm the shake. The speech came back to me, and I, speaking through the word, began to whisper that he was fucking, if he even touched Nadia with his finger, that I would find him with the boys at the construction site and beat him to death with bricks, or at the entrance with an armor. Nadia pressed her back into the hangover with her clothes and cried, covering her face with her hands. Standing up with one knee on my back and pressing Gandon’s head to the carpet in the hallway, I asked through my teeth: “Have you understood it?” Hearing a frightened and dark “yes” in response, he took Nadia’s hand and took her home.

At my house, she cried and said that it happened two or three times a week, that her mother knows everything, but she lives with another man and doesn’t want to take her to her. At four o’clock in a row, until I got tired and fell asleep, she told me stories, after each of which I had a desire to go back and get cold. I did not hesitate to ask if he harassed her, and she didn’t tell me anything like that, I don’t know if there was really something or not. But even then I heard so much that I was already crazy by a few words.

The next day we went to collect a suitcase with the necessary Hope women’s things. This finite thing was sitting in the kitchen and, when I saw it, stumbled into his room. I did not insist on communication, and there was no drop of fear and uncertainty - I seemed to have grown up with the armor of my own right, and looked at this creature like a cockroach.

Nadia lived with me for a week, we had nothing with her, I just saw how far away she was from the desire to be close to anyone. Then she moved to a friend, then her grandmother's girlfriend began to rent her room, Nadia was already working on the sewing of rescue vests. During this time she regularly went to her father, cleaned up and cooked. Then I went to the army.

I’ve never interfered with family fisting in my life again, and I remember this case in the slightest details, I even remember the color of the wallpaper in Nadine’s bedroom and what was on the table when I turned it over. Thank God I don’t think about it often. Since then, I have been firmly convinced that such haters must be mocked and swept, so that they have an animal fear of dying from another blow. There is no excuse for these fools. No need to be afraid of them, no matter how physically strong they are - they must be afraid, realizing that in the event of something - to fuck them will be a whimper. I don’t know, maybe there are some freezers who, in five minutes, will have nothing to do with them and they won’t learn the lesson – but at least once they have to be brutally freezed.

I hope that the girl who wrote the post I am responding to will never have to cross with her Gandalf father again. But if you still have to - a sister, take someone stronger with you, and let him cleanse this hatred with his feet. Happiness to you.

I read recently: "If you get lost in the forest, go to the tree and see which side of the woods."

I immediately remembered the case and decided to share it.



One day I went for mushrooms, in the area of Eromino. He drove into the forest and put his car next to the crossroads of two roads.

I looked around, I saw the egg shell rolling, I thought, “Oh, how, there were already representatives of a competing firm. Well, and her with them, all the mushrooms will not be found anyway. I would like to stay.” He went on a “silent hunt.” It was not long, 40 minutes. Then it rained and I decided to go for a walk. Going to the side of the car. Directly along the road (in the forest wet, well, it is moist to climb through the bushes). I went out to the crossroads, and I think about myself: as soon as I arrived, there should be five minutes to walk on my fingers. But the point is that the crossroads are already there. And the place where he left the car, and the shell of eggs... And the car of nichren is not! I stumbled out of surprise. My eyes wiped, it did not help. There is no car. On the road out, there is a trace of a protector, but barely noticeable, rain. The point is playing stronger. I know the car was stolen. The rain, the forest and I in it, with a bucket of mushrooms, I stand like a fool and think - what to do?! to

There was a second phone in the car. I start calling him (well, and suddenly the thieves will take the trumpet?). No one takes. I begin to throw SMS with promises of heavenly punishment and other terrible shit - the result is zero.

I approached the tree... And then I realized on which side of the tree the loch was standing. I didn’t get 300 meters to the car. No, well, everything coincided: the crossroads, the place in front of it, the egg shell...

By that time, I had already torn all the mushrooms out of discomfort.

In short, he went into the woods, shaken his nerves, scratched his mattress on his phone and threw out the collected mushrooms - all the time spent!

Life teaches one thing – of all scenarios, the worst always happens!

To say goodbye to the famous producer and film director came three famous actresses. All three were dressed in dark, but with a look at style, and all three were measured with sad expressions of faces, but with notes of cocktail and looking at each other – does not the competitor play this scene better? After playing a farewell and pressing the clothes to the faces a decent number of times, all three stood up in the corner of the hall in a dramatic circle.
He was such a man! I shrugged my head, the actress said. Galanty, attentive and smart. A real old school gentleman. I loved him.
"The words of love are silent when separated," Shakespeare's second quotation did not refrain. But I could not love him. There are no more such men.
How he was able to give you a good mood, sweetheart! I squeezed my third nose. Look at him, he is still smiling.
All three looked at the quietly lying film director, whose lips, indeed, froze in a half-smile, exactly he liked the game of actors and he was ready to get up and command: "Stop! is removed! It was great, we move to the stage on the street!”
Fifteen years ago, we almost got married, the first one began to remember. He fell in love with me as a boy and was crazy about me. I also lost my head. I agreed to play in the movie for half the fee, just to be around. His driver brought me baskets of flowers, he drove me through the restaurants. And one morning I came in a white Mercedes, in a frake and kneeled. He got a box out of his pocket and said, “This is my main family jewelry. My grandmother’s golden coffin, noble. Take it as a sign of my love...” And then the shooting ended, life scattered us across different cities, and the wedding did not end. But I always remember that he gave me the most precious piece of his soul.
The actress slightly broke the dress, showing the satellites a golden knot on her chest.
I looked at the second one. He gave me the same during the shooting. I also had a crazy novel. But he told me that it belonged to the French president’s wife, and he bought it at a Paris auction.
The second actress pulled off the dress and showed a similar golden hook on her chest.
"And he told me that the coffin was inherited from his aunt, who was the mistress of Brezhnev," said the third actress.
The three actresses stared astonished.
Are you willing to play for half the fee? I asked the first.
Even less, whispered the second. “He promised that we would get married, and all his money would still be our common.
I only paid a quarter. What a wretched thing! I sing, said the third.
The old school! The first actress went through, looking at the film producer, who continued to lie peacefully with an ironic half-smile.

We are in the same boat!
Yes, but you have a lifeguard, supplies and weapons! And I only have waves!
Close up and scratch!
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I have a friend named Cole. Kolya and I have known for almost 10 years, we have been friends before, but how did life lead us on different roads and over time the communication slid to "hello / how do things?"

This afternoon, I saw a post in my news tape on social networks. Post from Car. On the subject of “not real close and not real friends.”

I think I will read. In short, it is:

“My wife left me because I was cut off because of the coronavirus, greedy, you live 3 years, and then you are thrown at the first turn...”

many more words about true love, about the love of the wife for money, about what today the simple man is not appreciated and so on.



Everything would be nothing, you could scramble the post, writing a few words in support, no. Just because, I know this story of “betrayal” very well.



Starting with the fact that his wife left in February, no caronavirus was even mentioned.

And Nicholas was not reduced, but fired, in January, because after the New Year's holidays did not dry and decided to go with his head to another drink. And by the way, when he was going to be fired, his wife - the "traitor" went to his boss and asked not to fired this fool. The boss gave him a second chance, but Cole bought another ticket to Alcoyland and missed the opportunity to rehabilitate.



His wife, well, the one who "falls on money," endured him drunk for a year. For a year he promised to code, promised to bind, but in vain.



At the end, she could not stand and left. She picked up her bags, filed for divorce and left at sunset.

And yes, in their family everything was held on her, because all Colin's earnings went to the bull. Well, part of Col’s wife’s salary managed to drink.



Friends and acquaintances of Kolya "well-behaved" fucked. Because he was addressing everyone with only one purpose – to borrow money. Make him a company. Here, in his angry fast, he has not forgotten about all of us, for “all have cast him away.”



I’t, but I read his post. He is poor and unhappy. Everyone dropped him and dropped him, and he was all so purple and white.

Well, and comments to the post al-la: "Zabe, Kolyan, this prostitute is not worthy of you and friends are not friends and generally foolish", and he replied to them: "Well, yes, well, yes" and how badly it became on the soul, let me think I will write in the comment as it was in fact, but changed my mind, because Kolya will remove it and will continue to play in the regret. Therefore, I just removed Kolya and realized that some people do not learn anything from life and instead of working on mistakes, it is easier to turn on the regret and deceive everyone and yourself. It seems easier to live...