She divorced her husband and decided to make a repair. For the little things - to level the wall in the room, paste the wallpaper under painting and paint. During the day work and study, so the repair had to be done at night (the spatle wall was lubricated silently and the neighbors were not disturbed).



On the eve on the site couchsurfing (the site for travelers and learners, I can write in more detail in the comments) saw an advertisement from the Spanish, saying "A week I come to your city to work as a teacher of Spanish, who wants to meet, show the city, learn to cook a paella or who needs help with Spanish write" Under the advertisement there were many messages, I also wrote a message write as you come, I will take you a tour.



So, late in the evening, I drive with the repair, I get a message from the Spanish that he is already in the city, and generally how I do business and what I do, or he is now collecting a bowl to go to the bar. I honestly answered that I am now painting the wall in the room and plan to paint it until morning. He said, “Do you want me to help paint?” He thoughtfully turned his finger into the whisker and asked, “Are you sure you have nothing more to do?” Of course he wants to help me! Oh well ok. She came, poured him tea, served blends. I asked where the room was being repaired. I drive into the room, the cabinets are all shifted to the middle of the room, their contents are rolled around, such a mini post-apocalypse, I give a bowl with paint and a roll...



By 3 o'clock all painted, I suggest to take him home, he was a little confused, but agreed. When he approached his house, he said

In Spain, when a girl invites a young man into her room, it does not matter under what pretext, it is to have sex with him. I thought about painting the walls you spoke figuratively

- Welcome to Russia, if the girl invited at 2 o'clock at night to paint the walls, then you will paint the walls)))

XXX High School. The change. Our class is on duty. I meet a group of girls a couple of years older. In their center, my attention is focused on a miniature brunette with a very beautiful smile. She laughs. I forgot how to breathe. And where he went. So I fell sick with a serious illness. Later in the head is born a plan - to find common acquaintances, to learn everything possible, to ask us to introduce. And in the soul, meanwhile, there are dreams, with the most stupid - the school is attacked by terrorists and I save it. And another million situations where I’m a knight and she’s a beautiful lady. It is grass. She dreams of me. This is how the whole world narrowed to her brown eyes and enchanting smile. On the change I couldn’t stay in the classroom—to leave under any pretext in the hope of seeing her. At the same time, I got a cassette with the songs Hand Up. Until then, I didn’t tolerate all the pop music. Only metal, industrial and alternative. And then "you asked him just don't leave and trembled from tears, begged forgiveness / and he kisses you, says he loves." These songs came like the key to the castle. The disease progressed. I encountered something I never experienced. The plan failed and then I decided to say what I felt and what would happen. By that time, I knew her name, what she was listening to, what she was doing, etc. When I had the courage to look at the schedule, I was waiting for her at the entrance to the classroom. My heart was beating like drums in Slipknot. Here is she! I go to meet. We cross our eyes, I just open my mouth to say everything, as she says, “Why are you looking at me, shit? “Blood hit my face. I quietly pass by, getting to my class. Life is over. Everything lost its meaning. There is no appetite. Depression has arrived. No desire to live. Drunk in the house, empty in the soul. I cannot and do not want to share with my friends. It was a difficult period. What helped? Time, books, music and other adequate representatives of the fair sex.

5 years passed. Students call them "at the house" to have fun with the girls. I come here, the hustle is in the midst, and here with one character we will have the following dialogue - "now the girl will come, in general, an unsuspecting option, she will drink a little - as for the world is fighting, you can at least three." It was a little sad to see after his words his first unanswered love.



yyy: Vanguai, even when she arrived, gave it to everyone except TSA.

This happened when a train departed from the capital of our homeland.

He was a man, sober, decent.

7 minutes before leaving, I went out to smoke.

Time goes by, let’s smoke.

Five minutes before he left, I told him it was time to go.

The man is smoking.

Two minutes before departure, I just say that in a minute I will close the door and he will stay on the peron.

The man looks me in the eyes with the expression, "how a shit like you dare to talk to me at all."

Smoking the second.

A minute later the train begins to drive, I sharply close and lock the door.

The man begins to run parallel to the car and scream.

What he had in his head.

The story was told, which happened in the early 00s, in the almost pre-internet era, when it was considered a special whisper to congratulate a person by calling the radio.

And here, the local radio station, there is a congratulatory broadcast, a girl named, judging by the voice very young. The girl, the leader.

Good morning, what is your name?

Hello, my name is Alina, I want to congratulate my best friend!

Q. What do you want to congratulate him with?

Today is the anniversary of our friendship with him.

A. What a symbolic event. How many are you already friends?

D is 6 years.

B – How great! Congratulations from our radio station. What would you wish a friend?

D - I want to wish him all the best, find his love and happiness! Sasha, be careful, your half is probably somewhere nearby and is looking forward to your attention!

Good wishes and words, Alina. Which song will you order?

D - Put him the song of Nirvana - Rape me!

A. Very pleased, thank you for calling.



For those who taught German at school, rape me - rape me. And I’m just wondering, was Sasha this time attentive, and deceived this code, or was he dumb like all the previous six years?

Just think that has reached the extreme degree of disrespect to the current authority, and she once - and will hold a new referendum.

Ekaterina Lahova complained to Putin that the ice cream "Rainbow" is a gay advertisement. And if I could read, I would remember the tale of the Flower Semitsvetik.