The case was the year edak in 1984. It was New Year’s Eve and Dad brought a paek (!) They were handed out to them at work – grapes with women’s fingers, bananas and a box of sweets “Black Slip in Chocolate”. Opening the box, we found thin rows of large, packed each separately in the purple foil of these wonderful sweets. What a delicious candy! With what a pleasant crush the chocolate bark was broken, revealing the delicious meat of black slime! Previously, no one in our family tried such a miracle and candy was a real decoration of the holiday table, in connection with which it quickly ended. And when there was only an empty box left of the candy and it was about to be thrown out, I, either out of curiosity or inadvertently, pulled out of it the golden pad with the nests, on which these same candy rested in their purple wraps. This is the real New Year’s miracle! There were three (three) more of the same candy, carefully wrapped in the same purple foil. Thus e. Each member of the family has a whole candy. And next to it was a small cardboard with the inscription "Packier No. 2", the date and the inscription from the hand "New Year!". How many years have passed, and thanks to the unnamed "Packaging No. 2" remained in the soul apparently forever))

Any woman is available if you know the access code.

My daughter was surprised today. He runs up with my mom’s iPhone and says:
Dad, look at me!
It extends. I look at the screen – I see the App Store open, games like that there, nothing interesting.
Thank you Dad!
He takes an iPhone and runs away. I sit, I think it was.
It turned out that this whole ritual had one very important meaning. It itself can download from the App Store nothing (specially set such a limit to control). She wanted to play in one horror. Of course, we would not allow it. In order to download, you need to know the password or... The Paramount! Identification of the face of the parent (FaceId which). What she did to me.

“Rosa Markovna, what is that Jewish young man living for who rents your room?
He writes and gets well.
What is he writing? The Poetry? The Romans?
No, he writes letters to a wealthy uncle in Canada.