And the man, who confused the doll, is busy at work, he just has no time to figure out who of them is who. If you have made a mistake once, who does not?

And to turn on the brains and record the information that his wife tried to convey before him, who forbade him? He was not even asked to understand, they laid everything on the shelves. I have been surprised by people"forgotten" in the last few years. Everyone has a smartphone, each other is better. In each calendar, all kinds of applications for notes, cameras and so on. Why do you use them if you do not know how to use them? Enter the calendar once and for years ahead all holidays, birthdays and memorable dates that you can't remember. Write down everything your wife says and let the saleswoman listen to it. Call again if something is unclear. Would you do that if you had a bad job from the boss? And why not do the same thing for the most native people, as you like to praise your wives and children in conversations? What, "and so will come"?

As a child, my sister and I never thought that Daddy could know what our dolls are called, what they look like. This is my girl’s business. But with him so fun and interesting to walk, cycling, skiing. He explained so clearly and simply why houses don’t fall, how cars drive, and much more. And we were confident that Daddy would always support us and give us advice.
Of course, when I lost my virginity or became pregnant, I first shared it with my mother, but I finally decided to get married (sorry, Serez, I was nervous then) only when my dad said, "You still have a guy."

I am 30. I dress as I want, I do not hide my tattoo, I am not going to shoot piercings, I listen to rock from different directions, my daughter is also listening to him with pleasure, I experiment with my hairstyle and I do not even try to be embarrassed. The father, in the past stylist, pleased to tell how he brought to tears the teacher, who demanded to shave by shaving the hair.

Oh, another with purchased rights (or one with pumped ones?))

I think this is insulting!!! to
Why can't I, a healthy, young man, afford to pump on the rights?? to

It was five years ago. A client comes in and begins to load. I explain how everything is arranged and what documents are needed. And suddenly she stated that on television the deputies were saying something completely different.
I say :
Bring a TV and I’ll watch. And my parents were promised on television that they would build communism.

And, as they say here, the cherry on the cake, the former fellow girl, now a fierce struggle with corruption on TV and on the Internet, actively supports all sorts of prohibitions. How she raises children - a separate song
...
Mother of Abortion is Elena Zivova she is Dora Pest in the recent past, right? The fucking fact.

xxx: "flows - does not flows"
xxx: Or "do not drown".
xxx: Which of these options is "optimistic" and which "pessimistic"?
XX: Logically, they seem to be equal. And terminologically?

yyy: Here are two pessimistic options for you: "The cockroach flooded" and "The cockroach did not drown".

About cabbage and age:
7 Years: You Hate Cabbage
10 years: you tolerate cabbage
20 years: you love cabbage
37 years: you chew the cabbage)))

None of the former stylists, punks and others I encountered during my life, now wears jeans, does not grow paths, does not listen to the Beatles and others who were then popular, and on the street you can't see the patched retirees in the shells.

You fucking give. What retirees in the shells, if the boom of the punk movement fell on the 80s / 90s, and in the Russian Federation then there were mass and metalists. They are still at least 20 years old, and so far at any concert men over 30 can meet in a sufficient number.
And of the old, stylists mostly left, and it is easier to see them abroad in Russian diasporas. Grey hippies can be found if desired. Well, every little thing like Mitchell before did not come to everyone's eyes.
Generally speaking, this environment in you is such that you are afraid of the achievements of your own youth.

Sometimes children make terrible sounds. For example, they ask for money.

The daughter tells: I wanted to buy fabric for curtains, we came to the store, what I wanted, I did not find, bought a metalwork, and went home...
After hearing the unknown word "submetallic", my brain immediately imagined a small, cartoon-sympathetic wreath.)))
“Well, what a funny word,” I cried out and said, “Yes, it’s offensive to go to the curtains and buy a wreath.
Which Venice?
I: Well, you said "submetallic", is it a wreath?
My daughter: Mom! This is the fabric, under the metal!

If the Germans conquered us in the Great Patriotic, we would drink excellent German beer, not that shit.

Yes, this is not shit, German shit, because the representatives of the slave race, which they considered us nothing normal, would not bother, and they would also ride a Mercedes, indeed it would be buses and drive anywhere to mines or mines, and so would be German beer, and a Mercedes.

From the perspective of the optimist, history is made in our eyes. From the point of view of the pessimist, there is a shit in our eyes.

The Stories. Do you not think that the story here changes only in small nuances?

In this form, these tales cannot exist in their settings. No one would let the princess of Rusal communicate with the seafood and choose bridesmaids. To whom Dad showed, for that he went out. And in general, it is more logical for the son of a sea king to draw a human princess to a witch so that she can get a tail, than to hide herself somewhere with unclear prospects.

Cinderella is also the eldest son, the father's heir, there are no other male children in the family. It is unprofitable to hurt him, he will inherit and get rid of him. And he can escape at any time, a young man at that time has two orders more opportunities than an unmarried girl.

In order for it to work, it is necessary to move the action into modernity, which is not so interesting anymore.

There is no word “not there” in love.

People who are afraid of dying from cancer

– You’re softer with him, – in the hand of the patient’s father was a note.
The third week I became hysterical, as I learned my diagnosis. And we can do nothing with him. As one stays in the apartment, right to the phone, call an ambulance.

“Ours have already been warned,” the officer took his hand away with a thousand ruble paper in it. But a man with manic persistence put the money in the pocket of the blue vests of the police officer.
Take it. Well please. Just do something to make him calm. At least sleep the night. My wife and I will soon be mad.

“Listen here,” the doctor put the folder aside and turned his face to the patient.
You already got them all. My mother, my father and the ambulance. And yourself first. The face of the 25-year-old, so permeated with horror, became astonished for a moment.
Do you not understand? I have cancer! I have three months to live!
- And these three months, will you wash overnight and climb on the wall? Do you call an ambulance in the afternoon so it won’t be boring?
I am scared, the guy cried. I am afraid. I am afraid to die.
Are you afraid to die or die? He stopped crying without understanding the question. If you die, everyone is afraid. And if you die, you are already doing it. by their own will. Does something hurt you right now?
The guy listened to himself.
Do you want it to hurt?
and no.
And why?
How about why? The guy moved.
Because it will hurt.
and exactly. When it hurts, then you will crush. And it will really hurt. I have already looked at this. So save your strength. Both mental and physical.
You just don’t know what it is!
“I don’t know,” the fielder ate. Do not let God know. But I’t call an ambulance three times a day. The meaning?
What should I do? There was panic in the man’s eyes again.
Do something. Do you have a dream? The child?
I don’t remember, the guy scissor. I used to want to play guitar.
Is there a guitar? (The patient turned his head negatively.) Go and buy.
Feldscher took a thousand rubles from the pocket of the blue vest and drove the guy into the load pocket.
You will add the rest, not the small ones. Don’t tell your parents that I’ve given you money for a guitar, or they’ll argue.
– No to...
Feldscher removed a man’s hand with a note stuck in it.
I have to, Fedora. must be. Then you give. Well, be it, the fieldsman got up from the table and took the box.
Take a guitar so that the hands feel that it is exactly underneath them. I tell you as a specialist.

Why did you tell me all this? - the forty-year-old man with the earthly-yellow color of the face was already quietly, questioningly looking at the officer.
- And to the fact that this young man plays guitar is much better than I. And for five years, he has promised to go and give me back my thousand rubles. Does something hurt you right now? No is? And thank God. Then I go away.

Russian patriotism is when those who ride around the world call on those who still have nothing to go out of Russia to love Russia.

>> So if it didn’t come out, we would live in another country and it’s not the fact that it’s worse.

Oh yes! If the Germans conquered us in the Great Patriotic, we would drink excellent German beer, not that shit. Regularly such intelligents come from somewhere.
Of course, fucking, it was for the sausage and McDonalds on the barricades and went, and why more?

The reader/reader

>> Hi, readers, and help me too ) Even in the late 80s or early 90s I read a story about a society of people, looking very prosperous. Then it turned out that the ruling top used special pills to see how things really were. Then it turned out that it was even worse.

Well, "The Futurological Congress" also, S. Lem.

>>Eovyn changed her clothes for the first time, isn’t it? I went around it with adventures.

Eovyn changed her clothes so that her, the princess, relatives did not curtail her from a deadly battle. Instead of fighting, in her homeland, women fought perfectly as her training said. Whether there were other quests is unknown to us, and her husband was not quested, the war was over.

>>And other beautiful girls (Arven and Galadriella) played the roles of blondes in mini-shoes that roll out prize-wheelers on the "Field of Miracles".

If Arwen in principle can be called a prize (although she made a legendary favor to her knight, which is mentioned in the book many times), then about Gell it is ridiculous to say so. Even without reading anything but the VK and not knowing who she is, does anyone remember that there was a king in Lorien? A very active political aunt, the only one of its kind who overcame the Curse of Noldor by returning to Valinor. The daughter of the supreme king Noldor, who, unlike the brothers, did not die under rather stupid circumstances, but married a modest local prince and deployed a powerful, closed community of elves, where there was Erlondo half-blooded (which was very dependent on the aunt) and created a White Council deciding on the fate of the world.
But you can only remember that she drew gifts to the Guardians, yes.