and Taxi.

I got a complaint that I was a drug addict. They went to the office, looked at me, talked. Suddenly, no matter what, the officer asks:

What music do you listen to?

“Who is a drug addict?” I think.

Different in mood.

Is there a flash with a muscle in the car?

There is.

What music on it?

The Dip House.

Okay, then go to work.

That was it, I wonder.

- See, read the text of the complaint, - the monitor opens up to me.

I read, “The driver is a drug addict. All the way, I was silent, eating skitts and listening to drug music.”

It happened today :)

I wake up at night from a phone call. Time is 04:50 The voice of the chief (N) in the telephone:

N: OBYDLEVSHIY, are you going to work today or what?

I: Yeah, yes, the boss of course.

Q: At what time will you appear?

I: Well if there is no big traffic, then somewhere at 8:30 am I will be.

H (stolenly) is praaaawda How long is it now, dear friend?

I: Eeee... So without ten or five in the morning...

N: That is exactly!

He puts the phone.

Now he no longer remembers our conversation and is very surprised by a minute-long outgoing call on his phone.

earned in short)

Every man has a cemetery in his soul where his disappointed people rest.

Thanks to people!
There was in Soviet times such an Armenian film, with Armenia Borisovich Jigarhanyan in the main role, Zimbaliuk to help him or vice versa, it doesn’t matter, but the actor is brilliant!
I don’t remember the whole story, but there was an episode that hit the memory... An elderly Armenian came to the city with his daughter and grandson. The daughter told him that she invited her boss to visit at the table to discuss her promotion! This Armenian grandfather, by his rural simplicity, began to roast a strawberries right on the balcony!
The firefighters came to the smoke and one of them walked onto the balcony, and this grandfather, performed by Borisovich, invited him to this evening feast! In the evening before the event, he told his daughter about the firefighter’s invitation and the daughter whirkled like you were invited! The grandfather came out! How can someone be considered worse or better? We are all people! When I was on the front, who helped you and your mother? People helped you.
Here is this phrase from the mouth of Jigarhanyan, it sounds in my head for almost a day!
I work as a captain of a small boat in Lazarevsk. There was a small local storm yesterday. There is no work in the storm and I am on the anchor.
On this occasion, the shipowner and my friend Sasha arrived on board! Sasha is an experienced sailor. He was once a sports coach. But there is an old woman too! Sasha decided to take his friend off the shore.
We approach the shore with our nose. That is, the boat goes out to the beach by the nose and then backwards departs! At all my warnings that in a storm it is not safe to approach the shore, Sasha pared that skill is not to drink! In short, one good blow of wind and we with the boat sunrise on the shore! As the storm lay, a rescue operation began.
We picked up a vessel weighing twenty tons, we ourselves eleven... The boat didn’t shell!
They picked up a seventy-tonne "driving" - the boat didn't shell! We go along the beach with Sasha, thinking about our unenvious fate, and here a man approaches me.
Let’s go hand in hand?! to
My answer is meaningless! 11 tons of it! He says it is shit! Let us try! Take the microphone from the beach calls and ask the men to gather!
I did not believe in the success of this company. Forty men gathered together and pulled out eleven tons of stones from the beach, so I barely managed to jump onto the boat!
Two vessels could not even move the boat, and a man of forty Russian men were pushed out, and even with the displacement in the sea my boat! Their girls, their wives, their daughters, their friends, stood by and encouraged them! I'm sure that if we didn't get the first push, these girls would be pushing too! This is the ordinary people!
Cheated and robbed by the state but not lost a human face!
After pushing out the boat, they all shouted loudly that we were all Russians and not Pandos and went on to drink a beer and sunbath! And I stayed on my boat with the full confidence that we were invincible! Together we will survive any government.
I love you my Russian people!
by Dmitry Zhdanov

Russia is facing a demographic crisis. The number of those who steal continues to grow, and the number of those from whom you can steal is decreasing catastrophically.