On the corporate after the ninth bottle of champagne, a 20-year-old employee with a sad look:

I was disappointed at 13 years old. One person caused me so much pain that I wanted to close my eyes and never open them again.

Her girlfriend is about the same age:

I had something similar at that age. After that I could not trust anyone for a long time. Until the very graduation class, I did not allow guys to come to me, because the fear of betrayal forced me to shut up from everyone.

I am :

And at the age of 13, I put my hands on a flush plate to hit my younger brother in the ear with static electricity and shouted, "Pica-pica, fuck! »

Apparently, the tales of Nosov and the works of Lenin will soon be banned.

The Sevastopol Bike. 1 part.

Don't get married girls
For the Marines
The sailors are standing.
on the rocky shores.”

I searched the internet in search of this stuff. not found. What is strange: in Sevast during my childhood, every dog knew it.
The USSR. The 70s.
A group of sailing sailors are given a "Dembel accord": to complete the shore for the "strongevics". Which the builders cannot afford.
It is understandable: the builders are not in danger, they will be at home when they want, and not as the commander will release.
The task, as it is in the fleet, is simple: there are no building materials, no tools, no drawings (and would anyone know how to read them?) No qualifying, but in two weeks it will be ready!
The shipwrecker in the fleet is the greatest specialist in mining anything. You just have to motivate him properly.
And here they gathered all the colour of the Sevastopol hauptwacht. Compounds of society. Legends of the Navy.
The disadvantaged got exhausted, distributed duties and took up the business.
Three days later, there was everything on the building – cement, bricks, boards, paint, and even cranes. That is cover.
Much later, in the spring, some, especially foolish, fleet officers stumbled without finding their dachas in the usual place.
As the song sang, "On the deck came out, and the deck is not."
Like a cow’s tongue.
Also missing tires with cars of responsible employees of the Admiralty (see). “The Cranes”)

But the main problem was the armor. It just had nowhere to take.
Her brother scratched her tails, shrugged her brains and remembered the Ship Cemetery. From the big letter. At the time it was a whole city. There was everything. Literally everything. If you can search. The sailors were able to search and a day later there was a huge pile of rust iron on the construction site, suitable for the role of armor.
Among this debris, the Chekhov rifle rolled a fateful screw with a diameter of almost half a meter.
Which in a hurry was caught so that he was washing out over the line of the bridge.

Two weeks later, the shore was completed, painted and presented to a slightly upset chief.

The commander wiped out the eyes, wiped the butt-mirage did not disappear. Then uncertainly, with fear, he entered the new building. The speech endured. I dared, the most desperate cap- once jumped. The commission froze. But the creation of the naval genius stood indestructible.
The commission joyfully jumped on the floor. Then came the injection.
Finally!
Prical, from the long-building of which the Chief of the Fleet broke them, was destroyed! Hurra comrades! “There are no fortresses that the Bolsheviks could not take.”
Looking beyond the end of the mind was not enough for anyone.

The Negodyas, built nearby, were declared heroes, grabbed with their hands, hugged paternally and sent home.

Sharding to the native pierce from the full run is a great applied art. The Navy Chick. The captain of the guard of the exile, skillfully, stamped the ship to the new wall.
The hustle of the diesel hid the sound from the steamed cover.
A large device was announced upon arrival. The ship departed from Baku to Utah. Botzman goes through the compartments to check the cleanliness.
And he will look at what he sees.
In one of the rooms, he discovers an obvious mess: a huge rusted screw coming out of the curtain.
There is a violation of all the unshakable foundations of the fleet! If there is a screw, then it should be with a gauge, a swing and a contractor! Little that must be painted with a statute ball paint!
Botzman gives the task to two sensible years (tm) - to eliminate the shame.
The thinking of the gods on the fleet is a thing unified. Within an hour, both searchers find themselves on a treacherous shipwreck.
And then find the desired half-meter diameter hooks!
By the evening, the disadvantage is eliminated: the hooks are turned on the screw and the entire structure is beautifully painted. Botzman admired the composition, humbled by the soul and announced the years of removal from them previously imposed penalties.

It is time to go to the sea. The ship rotates with screws - and from no place. That is how it happens - the Ahtyar Bay is filled with winds, sometimes the ships climb deadly.
It is known as a boiler.
They drive the most powerful one that the helicopter carriers pull. He is attached to the guard with ropes. Butterfly, crumbling, not pulling, not from the place. Strong, to see, to climb.
The captain of the towner decides to tear off the damned curtain "from the river". It speeds up, choosing the slope of the ropes and...
A wild thunder is spread, the guard breaks off from the anchor wall together with the entire scull and immediately lies on the ground.
This is yes! “The commander said five centimeters from the pier. Let me die!
And immediately with his forehead he broke the glass, flew through it and flew to breathe. The crew flew like crows.
Thirsty rats flew to the deck. The strangest thing is that they are all alive. This is how we are lazy, contrary to courage.
The freshly painted screw shone beautifully in the sun.
It is as if you were shameless, because you will not be shamed. What to report to Moscow? That a combat ship of the USSR Navy was sinking as a result of wrapping it to the shore?

Vladimir Putin said that the destruction of sanctions products supports Russian agriculture and develops the country’s economy. I strongly support our President. I also demand to crush the Mercedes of officials for the development of the local automotive industry and to melt the yachts of oligarchs for the restoration of the domestic shipbuilding. Then our country is facing a real economic breakthrough.

xxx: I have a poppy cage almost always open when someone is watching him at home, and he can go out for a walk if he wants, but he still prefers to play with his bell most of the time.

Yyy: One of my friends leads a similar way of life))

Once in school, they offered to volunteer for the summer to make a report on biology and brilliantly start the year from five. I spent the summer with my grandmother, away from printers, libraries and the internet. But fortunately (no) she had a great book about roses and over the summer I re-written it into an album by hand, adding pencil illustrations of representatives of different varieties, pests and diseases. In September I was waiting for the result, everyone got a rating of 5, and I was 4. The teacher answered my question very simply. Everyone tried to draw up reports decently and found printers for this. I was polished.