When the Russians will be behind the Russians, and they will begin to solve their problems. As taxi drivers, we know how to run the country, but we can do nothing in our lives.

YYY: And in Russia in general for the soul we live, in fact we have a normal country.

I went to the band with my family on the weekend. We walk in the ranks, as suddenly comes a drunk uncle. Then D is Uncle, I am I.

D: Good morning I see you guys think... Help choose wine for my lady.

I: Well, let me help...what does she love?

D: Sweet and delicious.

I ran by looking at the label, noticed one, seemed to have tried *

I: Behold this one. It seemed like nothing... And the stock on it was 400 r, instead of 600.

D: What if it is?

I get a bottle for 700 rubles.

Noah, it is more expensive.

D: The price doesn’t matter. This is my lady! ☝ and️

If so, take it, of course.



So we separated. He’s at the box and we’re 15 minutes away from the store.



At the exit, after the cash, he stood with a guard and two policemen. The guard shakes the bottle for 700 p. and asks the fig you want to steal it?

And my uncle just raised his hands 🤷♂️



The price, he says, does not matter. ☝️*

I was 13 at the time, and my dad and I went out for a weekend walk around the city. At the time, the trip in the routes cost 7 rubles (and I don't believe myself that such prices were).

In general, my parents and I walked down the streets for a long time, discussing the importance of stuff, and we got tired of order. So I decided to go home on the road.

Having caught the gazelle, sat in the places that straight ass-to-chop to the driver. While my dad was paying, I stood by the window and stared at the road. Suddenly I feel something on the right side of my shoulder. I turn around, and there the driver's hand persistently wraps me a little - 8 rubles. I think it gives. I give it to my dad, he tries to explain to the driver what he gave without giving.

And then the man behind the steering wheel turns and so kindly whispered:

I know without surrender! This is a diet for ice cream!

How many years have passed, and the case still warms my soul. Thank you, dear driver, I bought my child’s ice cream.

If you want to show everything, hide half.

In my city often came friends from other regions, to study, to improve qualifications, it was and I stopped. Once came a friend - a jaw-face surgeon and told (and showed the photos before and after, as they should) about the main character of one fun family. In one province town lived a man-cowboy, Strong for forty. An outwardly reckless, dull man, especially not working anywhere. And he had a wife - a tall, healthy grandmother, years of the same and the same habits. But! She had a disability and, accordingly, a pension, and the family was interrupted. Then the anger followed the man. And he had a mistress, understandable business, as it goes out of his circle of communication. Since the circle of communication was close, the cohabitant and mistress soon learned about each other, and here began a lengthy battle - everything went on: and psychological pressure on the object of the struggle, and physical impact on him and each other, and the involvement of neighbors and local in the process of fighting for the loved one (most often this was under the influence of ethyl pairs). The man was no longer young, quite fragile in health, the body was weakened by alcohol and all of these disorders, and at some point his psyche failed. He took a rifle and shot himself in the shell. He did not kill, the ambulance "woman" quickly called, he was discharged to the regional hospital. I called my friend, the surgeon. He repaired his harkya long and carefully. A friend showed me photos of this horror before, after, and during the recovery process (eyes and meaningful faces are not shown, and they were not seen). He took off half the face, part of the skull, but surprisingly, the brain did not hit, passed through the touch. Inserted plates, sewn, the man is alive. The surprising thing happened during his suffering and then recovery: the ladies of his heart, fighting for his recovery, at first fought in front of the door of the resuscitation, the sanitary staff broke them. And then so united, penetrated each other with such feelings that waking up in the department, the man found 2 cries of aunts holding his palms in their hands, with the promise "NEVER, NEVER WE WILL leave you!!!!". When they got home, they decided to live together. How does your girlfriend know everything? I went to her for regular inspections with my whole family. How the man felt, imagine yourself.

They buried a Negro and burned 12 states.