We went to relax with a girl on the Sea of Azov. And since the sea has not seen for a long time, decided to jump on the waves, well, accidentally swallowed water. I did not pay attention, as a result, for a couple of days I thought everything was bad with the gastrointestinal tract because of the heat, and I can hardly tolerate it. On the pre-last day when the food of the gods, the Pelmenis and the Ketchunese, did not want to settle in a new house with an acidic environment and rushed away from there, I decided that I should buy something for the stomach. I remembered that I swallowed water, realized that the simplest in my stomach and did not give rest, and decided to buy Enterofuril with Activated Carbon.

I leave the house, open an article on the genomic analysis of the Azov Sea biota, and read the text slowly go to the Pharmacy. Since the brightness did not decrease on the phone, I did not especially see that in front of me and occasionally looked. And here my right leg suddenly begins to fall into the abyss, simultaneously pulling my body. I fell into some incomprehensible 1mx2m outflow with a pipe in the middle. He sharply came out of there and began to wipe his elbows and knees from mud with leaves from trees, simultaneously heading further to the pharmacy. When the lights began to appear, I realized that I had blood in my abdomen because the shirt was white. Looking around, I saw that I broke my stomach with something, because I fell first on the tube. I hold a shirt away from the wound and watch the blood drop on the asphalt.

I go to the pharmacy. 23:30 at the pharmacy. The girl in the line sees the blood and misses me. I approach the window, the pharmacist looks at my wound, eyes like 5 rubles. Well I say, “Hello, please Enterofuril...”

When I was four years old, my dad worked in a factory. And, as it used to be, he was given milk “for harmfulness.”

I was sure that daddy was given milk because it was harmful. Whenever I heard this phrase, I imagined how a father abhorred at his factory and did not obey the director, and he was given milk to refine him and re-educate him =)

One day I was speechless.

It was late autumn. I met a friend I once worked with. Talk about affairs. I told you how we had an aural day at the end of last month. There was noise and chaos in the office this morning. Everyone had to do 10 things at the same time. In the middle of the day, I realized that the only thing that would help me survive was a quiet lunch with my favorite playlist in my headphones and an interesting book in front of my eyes. As I dressed up and was about to leave the office, the loudest and most talkative of my colleagues cried out to me, “Oh! Are you going to lunch too? »



"And here I stand in my coat, at the hour of day, and painfully consider how natural the answer will sound 'no' and how uncomfortable I will be if in 15 minutes we meet in the dining room. I finished my story.

I’ll tell you about lifehack. My friend answered. See also. First, you need to find out at what time most people leave eating. And then just go for lunch an hour before them or immediately after they return. So you get not one, but two hours of silence.



is not bad. When I thought, I sneaked. By the way, communicability is not our horse. It’s amazing that we communicate with each other.

So we’t communicate. When we met, there were no free tables in the dining room. You were the only one sitting there. I had to sit with you.

and exactly. Then I thought, “You didn’t find it easy.” And then, I see, no, like a normal guy. It is silent. He does not ask stupid questions. Well, I decided that it would be easier to call you for lunch with you – no one else would definitely sit down.



It’s nice to have something in common with someone.

The expression "old snorkel" means that there are some young snorkelers.

Spurgeons are different: "harmony", virtuous carving on pencil pins, even "temporary tattoo" on different parts of the body. However, they all have one thing in common: they are hidden, and very carefully. And I will tell you about the case when the sparkle, which helped me to surrender, was performed directly, and otherwise it would not have worked out. And then catarsis! In the direct and translational sense.

It was the class in the 11th probably, we then along with school subjects in advance listened to and took university courses - it was then that we got the notorious culture. The subject is funny and interesting, but the load with the matan is not comparable, and therefore I taught it on the average, on the residual principle. Well, I flew - I got the second question in the ticket mimesis with catarsis, and I'm like cut off, I don't remember what a fig. Classmates were sincerely sick for me - found out what was in the ticket, tried a couple of times to throw the spurs. Prepod stopped it, but did not expel anyone. Still, the maths, not her faculty - and even not students, but schoolchildren. He didn’t want to be disciplined, but he had to be disciplined. Here she took everything from me, let me reflect and watched with curiosity. I was upset, accustomed that if I forgot something - I will immediately take out the leaflet and prove it. But culture is not mathematics, what is there to draw out and prove? Either you know or not. I did not know.

And at that moment, from the corridor, I heard the powerful voices of two of my friends:
And then Andrea! Did you know what cataracts are?! to
In the end, Anton! Catarsis is purification through suffering, an important concept in Hellenic culture! Do you know what Mimesis is?! to

Prepod rusted when she went out to the hallway to mourn for the noise, which the comrades made innocent eyes and said that they were just preparing for the exam, repeating questions and checking each other. Is it heard inside? We will try to be quieter.

I gave up.

The mayor of the city not only promised to build a new church, but also, taking off the shirt, immediately showed how it would look.