As our director pleaded, he is the owner of the company, honestly earned grandmothers. The money for the work done went... but disappeared. People said briefly “money later.” I waited for a week... another... and stopped driving to the office. This combinator calls me, asking where he is missing. I say, there is no money. There is no gasoline. There is no transportation either.

You are a temporary trouble! Do you think I am honest?

Why don’t I believe, I believe. They believe in fuel. I was driving in the road, but at the same time I was sending them into the woods to see why.

I sit in my room, think about what to do and decided "let's play the piano" (my mom for 15 years regretted buying a piano, but my dad never bothered). So I decided for the sake of fun this time to ask Daddy, further dialogue:



Do you want me to play the piano for you?

Of course, just not now.

And when?

When I am not at home.



And now I think why did you ask A? ! to

XXX: I have a little bit of a fuck. When I was small and she came to visit, she kicked me in the chest every time and asked "does the breasts grow?" And then I grew up and sent her naked, of course, I ran for the mat, but the aunt got off.

You didn’t live up to my aunt’s hopes. She thought your breasts would grow and your eggs would grow.

I sat in the bus next to a woman of 60 years old today with a lateral sight I noticed that she was looking at me as it were.I think like all normal dressed jeans and a T-shirt, the hair is not painted in a bright color and makeup was not the wrong thing?I begin to look at her questionably and she gives me: A girl if God has rewarded you with such a breast it should be hidden, it is unpleasant when the girl shows and so on.

I first gently said I got into a stupor because I had an ordinary shirt without a cut even,the only thing that I had a size of 5 well so I didn't choose it.Only after a time when I had a shock I thought how some people are still trying to inject complexes in an empty place.What if this woman is a grandmother and she says to her granddaughter every day that the breasts are ashamed or that other physiological processes need to be ashamed.She remembered the case from school as my classmate told that when she went her first critical days her mother said to her: "all her childhood ended you are now a woman, so that men don't smell the smell of blood and they will hit you right away"She then was very scared and even walked these days to school.So that's what it would

A few years ago I went to work, got to study and there was a conversation about taste addictions and a girl who led the training says:

I do not eat meat.

Well, everyone started asking why and why and what you eat and then she gives a wonderful phrase:

Meat is getting older.

I couldn’t help but get into the conversation. I look so young that cigarettes are not always sold without a passport.



I eat meat and look young. Do you know how old I am?

Years 18-19

I am 29

Oh that devastating look, it was great.

The bosses are those whom lack of knowledge and understanding does not prevent from making decisions.

History on 1 June. In the same week when the future King of the French Chanson, Charles Aznavour, was born, his father, a former chef of the Tsarist army, and his grandfather solemnly opened a small Russian restaurant called the "Caucasian" at Rue de Champollion, 3. According to the plan of the masters, this institution was to gather under its shadow all the colour of the Russian emigration of the first wave - those noble princes and counts, who are now forced to earn modestly on bread, turning the lamb of Paris taxis. "They drive their cars, as their servants used to drive three," sympathetically breathed the heart-hearted Misha Aznavuryan, dreaming of a glass of wine about the times when, happily placed in the cozy atmosphere of his restaurant, customers will be able to quietly enjoy the dishes of the native cuisine and happily nostalgize, remembering past times. Reality, however, has made its dark adjustments to this crystal dream. The restaurant was always crowded, but the box was empty. The reason for such a strange contradiction was the good heart of Misha Aznavuryan. Visitors to the "Caucasian" - students, artists, endless Armenian relatives and acquaintances of hosts, as well as various beggars and passers, whom in Paris in the late twentieth years was a pond - preferred to eat in credit and didn't even think to pay. "Nothing, someday all these people will come to us to pay off debts and say thank you for helping them in a difficult moment," not tired to repeat naive Misha to friends who accused him of inappropriate simplicity. In general, everything ended as it should have been: in 1930, the last of the five "Caucasian" establishments of Aznavuryanov had to be closed. A few hours before the closure, two Ethiopian students from Addis Ababa entered the hall: "We came to pay... " " Don't wait, my friends, we still don't work," Misha Aznavuryan sadly answered them. Nevertheless, the students insisted on their own and, giving the money, left - becoming, thus, the only customers of "Caucasian", who for six years of existence of the restaurant paid for debts. Since then, Charles’s father has dreamed of leaving for Ethiopia, a mysterious country where such honest people live.

And why?
Why, it is asked, the employees of the Russian embassy in the U.S. still do not feed protesters with cookies?

XXX is lucky! Not mausoleum, not theft, not vandalism, but luthering is foolish! It no longer sounds so offensive.

Where the telecast took





YYYY :

Where did the gun come from?

He fell out of the white.

xxx: I apologize very embarrassed, scratched to tears, but I wonder “why in porn movies, when partners change poses, then a man in this interval stands and shakes?”

YYY: What not to stumble on the single ones.