Yesterday I was walking with my daughter, passing by her children. The garden, told me how the day before they went to lay flowers on a small memorial to the employees of the REB fleet, who is located directly near the garden. Then I am I, D is my daughter.

D: Dad, let’s come and look at the flowers that we and the kids from the group laid yesterday.

I: Let’s go, and where to go?

D: Yeah, for that, like him, the charge!



Ahah, the car was barely holding back so as not to explode. I explained, of course, that such a word is somewhat inappropriate, in relation to the memorial, although the word formation is quite logical.

You read - the optimizers of medicine, and you think - the seals of cemeteries.

A friend told a story.
His acquaintance gathered on the theme of Slavicism and unity with nature. It looks roughly like this:
The call. Ivan (let it be Ivan) takes the phone:
Hi dear man. A small gift to you. What do you need?
At that end, the subscriber is mad: Ivan, leaving, forgot to turn off the crane at home and now on several floors the entrance is poured down from his apartment.
Ivan, quietly listening to this, advises:
- You, good man, go up to the upper floor and turn off the stand there. I’m not home now, but I’ll come back in 3 hours and help you as much as I can. And honey is healing, all diseases will be removed with the hand... Ah, ah... Well, God help you.
After that, he returns to the interrupted conversation and continues: “Well, you’re drinking a good quas and you’re riding.
My friend, hearing the conversation, is in shock: How can you talk so calmly? I’d throw a bullet home now, knowing I’d throw people.
Ivan replies, "You know, I put my hand to the heart and I feel: the heart is calm. So everything will be fine.”
Having spoken slowly and having resolved the main questions (he was selling honey to a friend this time), Ivan asked: "You, good man, are leaving the city on Lenin's street, so throw me home along the way.
During the trip, Iwan was called by the phone. He said, “A low tribute to you, good man. “Yes, and thank God.”
Ends the conversation and reports: it turns out to be wrong and not in his apartment and not even in his entrance, the breakthrough occurred, and with the phone number mistaken. “I immediately felt in my heart that everything would be fine. So I did not worry.”
That’s how I met a real dude, summarized my story my friend.

Tomorrow, relatives will come to visit, we need a couple of glasses in the morning, or I can't stand that the enemies are around, and we have the best president.

I often go to the mountains and understand that in principle one careless step separates death and you can long on the slope of a mountain you can crawl to the valley itself, if you give up. This video is an additional warning to me.



YYY: One day in 2008 I fell from a slope and ran around a tree. Blood in the brain with hematoma. Now a programmer. Without Sarcasm



zzz: I got somewhat easier into programmers.