At the age of 17, he ran into a store near his home. A store of those who buy 1-2 houses in the house and open a store with a separate entrance. Overall, it’s quite normal and sellers are mostly familiar in the face.

I bought somewhere for 500 rubles, paid, I go out and look at the check machine. Two bottles of beer, which I did not remember. I go back to the store, I say, you accidentally broke my beer here. The saleswoman stunned, saying, I don’t know anything, bla bla bla.

I get a passport, I show, I say - in this case you sold beer to a minor. I have never received such a quick refund.

Xxx: There was a case, too, in youth years. Swimming in the lake near was an abandoned archery. Here is a girl whispering to my ear, "Let's go alone in the bow." I said, “Don’t ask the question.” We go into the archery, we take off the swimsuits, well, and caught it) She oh yeah. And here through her breath is hichikanya. I turn my head, two girls stand smoking almost near us at five meters) Just when they ran into the bow, they did not see them, their eyes were not accustomed to the dark) But most importantly, my lady didn’t even understand what it was and continued to sneeze! They picked up the bullets and bullets from there. It was awful, and the adventures did not end. We decided to continue our sinful fall for the bow in the bushes, and only then after sex noticed that in the urticaria)

Yyy: The girls seem to have smoked in the process of contemplation. Lovers of the beautiful.

Xxx: once lived with my wife in the same city, and to work I went to the neighborhood, and there I filmed (or rather, he was removed from solitary times) a house, a minimum of amenities, no household appliances, just wash, eat and sleep. suddenly introduced increased control, called home, warned his wife that he stayed for the second day. I went somewhere in the shoes for 60 hours, well, at 24 years it is not so fucking perceived. But the point is not that. Late in the evening, changed, disarmed, dropped 50 grams of cognac for heating (in the winter, the stove did not melt). Electricity at home in the morning. He came into the house and stumbled. I woke up from an incomprehensible hell. At three o’clock in the morning, on the right and on the left of two or three houses, the lights burn. My unseen with a tail! He knocks his shoe at the door! It turned out that she was struck by the betrayal that I did not stay at work, but decided to go to the left in such a non-combustible way. She sat on the passing train, ran to the house, and then decided to take the tail, which was lying in the yard near the wood, and knock on the entrance door, periodically running around the hut, but I am the mistress through the window will fuse, here she is on the back of her head and fucking! The astute plan gave a bit of a crack when I did not hear her knock for the first 10-15 minutes, but then dementia and persistence did break through my fatigue. I didn’t even make it, honestly. He let her go into the house and then went to bed, giving her the opportunity to search for the facts of hypothetical betrayal until morning. Yes, divorced, but later, and it’s a different story.

Director of the FSB N. Patrushev spoke in defense of Tsar Ivan the Terrible.
Now we are waiting for a law from the State Duma of Russia on criminal liability for the discreditation of ophricity.

What you can learn about a person while the elevator goes to the 8th floor

By nature I am positive.
I always catch a bag from my grandmother or grandfather who is at the entrance, trying to open the door and bring it to the elevator.
Sometimes bacon with water or half a bag of potatoes.

So it was this time, seeing from the back of the acquainted women with a cradle under the right hand I grabbed the shopping bag, opened the door to the entrance and we went under the pen to the elevator.
Thank you huge.
Now is the time that everyone should help each other, if neighbors and relatives stop helping, then how to live that?
- And I have no one, husband and son in Orléans (cemetary)
God, I was able to speak out of surprise. How is it?
There were tears on the neighbor’s face.

The son was thirty years old, died in the SPB on an operation. He was young and healthy, not sick. 5 Deputy Director. He did not go to work, his wife was called from work, she came and he lay on the floor. I called an ambulance. Two operations in Pskov, two in SPB, during the second operation died. So nobody could understand what happened. They did analysis, here and in Moscow, nothing was clarified. So they were buried.

While I was thinking what to say about it, and what to say here, she continued, fearing that the elevator would soon arrive and she would be banal with no one to talk to.
And my husband said in the morning, I want sour cheeks. He went to the market, bought meat, cabbage. I cooked, sat down to eat lunch, he was like swallowing, all shifted back, bleached, crushed and died. The doctors said there was a foreign object in the throat.
The doors of the elevator opened on my eighth floor. In a hurry to finish, the neighbor spoke quickly.
- I even sold the apartment there, could not there more, I bought it from you.
At that moment I was already out. Although I ate almost immediately, I don’t remember what she said. Well, what can be said, when this is the last 10 years of a human life, and the most tragic, in 40 seconds, from the entrance to the 8th floor.
The weight remains.

I remembered my grandmother sitting on a bench in the yard in the summer. I remember whose conversation that grandmother was a hero of labor, 30 years worked in Peter at the factory "Red October", if I am not mistaken or "Red Triangle", I do not remember exactly. I know someone is red.

I can’t remember if my grandmother had ever been there. And she really loves to talk, a couple of times I sat down with her on the bench when I was walking with the child and there was no better event for my grandmother than a conversation with someone from the neighbors.
There was a grandfather who played the harmonium, but then disappeared somewhere, as a couple of years.
No one has ever come to him either.

And how it should be scary and grievous to sit on a bench, watching people walk, take care of children, and you have no one and no one needs you. Not even talking to anyone. Everyone runs by, plunging into their problems, and we don’t pay attention to such grandparents sitting alone on the benches. They can be and are heroes.

In our small gardens, I know four such people.
I took the rule, if I see him sitting wherever I go, and if I have at least 5 minutes, I sit down and talk. They already know me by name.
Serena and Hello. You know I found a very instructive film here, about teenagers, write down the title and watch with the children.
– And Sereza, hello, and I’ve broken the radio, I wanted to listen and it...

What is most surprising is that no one speaks badly about the government, does not compare communists and capitalists, does not insult Putin. Discussing current issues, these grandparents are often involuntarily transferred to the time when they were young, during the time of the USSR. Maybe because then they had everything: family, work and communication, in general, everything that is not now.

The difference is that they existed then and they exist now.
If you have the opportunity, talk to such a grandmother or grandfather and you will understand how spiritually rich and good these people are than we are.
Give them at least 40 seconds, 40 seconds from the entrance to the 8th floor of the elevator.

In some countries, extremists explode and poison, while government agents fight corruption, and in other countries, the opposite.