In the courtyard 2004.
I met the girl on March 7. Sitting in the cafe. The first kiss, all work. According to her, it is an intelligent family. Dad is a diplomat. My mother is a doctor.
What to give for March 8th?
The best gift, as you know, is a book. I ask, do you love to read?
I answer, I love it, of course.
I bought her a gift edition of Edgar Poe's works.
I give you a bouquet of flowers and a book.
He asks, what shit is this?
My favorite writer. Read it will like. Classics of American Literature. You said you love to read.
The girl is a little stuck.
I mean the brilliant magazines.
A colleague at work during the watch took it for this, then for that, and then when he left home, he took a little more, and eventually got something about 2500 rubles. (2014 the year). He went home. Debt promised to return, and never returned, died in a dream of Quincke's edema.
Together with another colleague, they were on the train for the third day, then another 5 days of the helicopter was waiting for the departure to the facility. They ate and drank for my money. He borrowed me 6500 rubles. Upon returning home, one of my colleagues immediately paid me the debt as soon as we were counted in the office. The second one had to be given later. But I never gave it. Eventually, I fell under the train.
The energy engineer, already at another place of work, was familiar with them. He owed me 500 rubles for two years. So I told him these two stories, and in a minute he pulled me 500 rubles and said, "You carry some hernia, take away from sin!"
Emotional security is like this.
When you run out of the bathroom in horror and complain (almost matte) that the toilet has stopped washing... and the 4th of the summer says, “Surely it’s because of me. I dropped a lot of papers. I needed a cardboard̆ roll. I’m sorry, pleasĕ And instead of “no cartoons today” you answer, “OK, thank you for your honesty.”
When a teenager calls you from school, travel in tears and says, “I’m drunk with alcohol. What should I do? Instead of “you’ll get home,” you say, “Don’t worry. This is not the end of the world. With whom are you? Where is? in safety? »
When you say to your husband, “Song, check if she is breathing. She’s sleeping too long.” And instead of “don’t say nonsense, thoughts are material,” he answers, “I’ll check. But what are you afraid? » And you discuss with him your fear of sudden syndromĕ childhood̆ death. He embraces you.
When Rebecca says, “I’m afraid to make an unfaithful choice, you don’t go to that university. Suddenly I’ll regret,” and instead of “you have another year to think, it’s an important decision, it depends on the whole life” you answer, “You can always change your mind. A mistake is also a result. We are growing and our view of ourselves is changing.”
When older children say about the baby, "when she screams, I have such anger, such anger within me," and you understandably sneeze instead of reminding her that it is your sister and you should love her.
How comfortable to live in a house where there is emotional security. Life is completely different̆. In her there is almost no fear, less anger and a lot of support.
Mother burned her favorite dress with a stitch and was very upset about it. I sincerely wanted to delight her and I started looking for the same dress. I thought it would not be difficult to find it, as it was bought in a large network store, but since this collection was created a few years ago, it was no longer sold in the store. A charming girl-consultant offered to travel through the stockpiles or look for someone's flight on the network. I went around 8 out of 9 stocks and found a new (with a mark) exactly like this dress.
I quickly bought it, wrapped it in a gift package and gave it to my mom. It would seem like buying a dress is such a nonsense, and she still considers me a hero.
Disappointment is when it seems like it’s time to get married.
My wife and the younger went to my mother for the weekend. I am home with the elderly. He plays with friends on the street, right under our windows, then they run in the crowd, then for toys, then to drink, then to change clothes. I am busy at this time - I prepare lunch, parallel my floors and clean up. A boy from their company, watching this picture, says to me:
- But my dad said that a man should come to the kitchen only to eat, and the cloth can not even touch.
While I was thinking about how to gently explain to him that his dad was not quite right, one girl was quick:
Everyone knows you have a strange father.
And with noise and laughter the children ran out to the street, and the boy came out thoughtful.
Thanks to you, good girl.
When entering the store, do not allow the thermometer to be attached to your forehead to measure the temperature.
They wipe away the memory.
Yesterday I went for bread and milk and went out with two bottles of beer.