Xxx: I recently read an article about South Africa. In general, of course, a bullish and fucking country. They allow same-sex marriages and officially recognize religious marriages of 5 confessions. They also allow polygamy and even have a reality show about a man who has 3 wives. So they decided recently to change the constitution and allow the multitude, which is common in some tribes. And the religious were opposed, this is typically contrary to their statutes and it will be difficult to determine from whom the child is, if a woman, for example, has 7 husbands (like the heroine in the article). So same-sex marriages and polygamy are not contradictory, and polygamy is contradictory. I wonder what they will decide in the end.



Yyy : LOL By the way, if the husband is only one, it is still not so easy to determine who the child is from.

Xxx: From my mother’s words, I started speaking quite early. She talked to me as if I was an adult. And there was no such sushi-pussy, Lila, Daddy.

Then we came to grandmother. And it began: and who is this thy maceshenky, and this is for a bird. I turn to my mom and say.

Does my grandmother not know how to speak?

After that, the grandmother complained that the niece struck her granddaughter, that he would troll her.

xxx: I’m doing a post with Google’s criticism. The next drop shows the street next to my house.

Careful observation

On Russian television, only sports commentators speak well about Ukraine, suffering for Ukrainian athletes as their own.

© Dmitry Sviridov

He spent an hour there and an hour back. On the trolleybus. As they say, from the end to the end. It was when there was no traffic in the city.
At first – it was about six months ago – he was dumb looking out the window. Then I thought he was wasting time. I started learning French for some reason. Why exactly French? He himself did not know. I got a self-taught. Record the phonetic exercises. In the film.
He lived in one area and worked in another. The subway appeared later. A trolleybus and only a trolleybus. You sit on the bench so that you are not pushed, and you go. boring to drive. In the opposite. When you learn, time goes faster.
Twenty years, like a day. and resigned. Because of pension.
Home was not boring: there was the Internet. French could be improved.
Then he and his wife moved to the village. Tired of the city. The apartment is for a married son. And there, in nature.
The house is good. Two rooms with one door. One room from another. The ancestors wanted them. Per, and specifically, a separate bowl was made.
I brought a garden. And he, a former city worker, looked like a simple village man. He shaved every three or four days. He wore old pants, filled in boots, sometimes black calas on his bare leg, shirt colored on his shoulders. There is no place to dress in the village.
Gas in the house. Summer water in the garden. Beds and beds, a small chicken family - you can live.
No need to miss. Because a reasonable person will always find a job. He will never sit without work. Only sometimes when they get tired. Or after the bath.
A friend from the city called. Asked to give it to his friends. A couple from Moscow. Very intelligent. He agreed.
Apartments have appeared. Polite and educated people. Gorky liked it. The village liked it too. A man went out into the yard with a computer and was writing something. 2 or 3 hours. On the grass, a couple of references. His wife painted.
The Aquarius. And the village street, and the chicken family, and the grass grown near the fence.
He wrote something, she painted. In the evening we went for a walk. We did not communicate with the owners of the house. Sometimes something at home.
Very friendly and educated people. Watching them is a pleasure. Because culture, because sophistication, because sophistication.
He once pulled out a crap from the street. The residents went out to sit on the bench. Suddenly I heard French. He immediately dropped everything inside, and then rose again - from enthusiasm. And he deliberately moved closer to the speakers to listen and enjoy. And to communicate is to communicate!
The artist said, “Look at this man. All his life he cuts urticaria, and in winter he screams at the window. And he needs nothing. A primitive village. You look: a brush, an old shirt and boots. Time stopped at him. Probably from the 19th century.”
And the man writer answers, “Yes, and we’re all about spiritual problems. All about them. The eternal search for meaning that escapes.
The owner of the house laid his hair, wiped his hands on the old pants. And in French he said, “You are not looking for meaning there. There is no pride or pride in him. There was not and will not be.”
He has a good pronunciation. There are no mistakes in speech. He knew that not. I didn’t want to see them pale, their faces stretched out. They ran after him, drowned. And questions, questions: “Who are you? What kind of man are you?”
He turned and said. Again in French: “And I am a dispatched Decabrist. The Lord Nicholas sent. Participation in the Uprising. Since the nineteenth century it is here. In the summer I crack. “In the winter I’m at the window.”
George is hot.

I think there are actually only two directions.
Book and album.

Once I went to visit my classmate, with whom we were friends. The bell ringed, and her father opened the door. He said, “O myth, come in! »

I went in.

Go to the kitchen and sit down.

has passed. the village.

The parent opened the refrigerator, got a frame with honey from there, cut off the sweetening amber piece the size of a brick, put it in a dish, put everything on the table in front of me, put a teaspoon next to me.

Eat it!

He left the kitchen.

If they offer me honey, I will never refuse. I took a cup and started eating. Still acquainted in the shower, or in the toilet, or where did she get there? I wait and eat. Eat and wait. I ate it all.

The door to the kitchen opened and the parent came in again.

– Oh! Eat it all? ! to The young man! Do you want tea?

The Tea? No is! I do not want! Where is Nadia?

and A! by Nadia! No to No! She went to Kiev for two days.

and oh! I blinked my eyes, so I’ll go. ! to

Go to!

The end of history.