A little about the Norwegians. For coffee I talked to a local guy (also, of course, an unthinkable case on Swedish standards). At some point he looks at the crossroads and begins to weep, say, Magnus, Yoly-Paly, how many years, how many winters (well, I understood it).

Magnus on the other side of the crossroads also begins to scream something and distracts himself from the road. There is a skateboarder on him.

From the briefly formed pile of passers gradually extract the skateboard, the girl and Magnus. The latter, holding the ankle, crumbles in the opposite direction from us.

I’m a joke, I noticed, Magnus is apparently not very happy now that he knows you.

And we don’t know – the Norwegian responds relentlessly – this is the world chess champion Magnus Carlsen, I just wanted to express my tribute to him, but somehow it failed, yes.

It was in the village in the summer. I was still a little boy, and Korsh and I played at his house in Dendy. Suddenly a thunderstorm began, and we were told to cut off the telescope and the console.

Meanwhile, the thunderstorm was not a joke and lightning shone, probably every 5-7 seconds, shaking almost immediately, indicating that the thunderstorm was almost above us.

We went to the veranda to see the thunderstorm, and since my friend's house was extreme and the veranda was out on the nearby forest, it was very beautiful and the glowing lightning was seen very well.

The thunderstorm is getting closer, the lightning is getting more and more, we are pleased - even if, on the veranda it is dry, warm and not scary. Nearby stood the mother and father of my friend and began to argue that there would not be a town and would not break the roof from the cowhouse.

Suddenly, the lightning hits the water tower between their house and the forest (or the thunderstorm near it, I don’t remember). To the tower from the house 120-150 meters approximately, that is, not very far. The flash was incredibly bright and thereafter an unrealistic thunderstorm, as if you were plunged into a huge barrel and at the same time knocked on the walls with iron hammer.

Here my friend falls on the floor and starts beating in convulsions, knocking around the floor with his head and making some bullshit sounds. I stumbled from horror, his mother rushed to him, let's stop and read, my father rushed somewhere to call, and then this fool begins to roast and stands up from the floor.

Lord Jesus, how he was snatched! Father instantly shrugged his belt and began to whisper straight on the sitting on the floor.

I in horror began to fall down and ran home, hitting the thunderstorm, but even from the street was heard how this fool cried)))

Then on the street I did not see him for two days, later he went out and said that he had taken the console until the end of the summer))

I once came to a school in the glorious city of Kamyshev.

Feeding was quite normal, but, shit, to eat, no, to eat was always wanted.

And here is the luck: sent to the garment factory!

Carry boxes with spices.

Aunt from the conveyor said that you can eat spices in unlimited quantities.

I will never forget the taste of these fresh, warm spices!

The dress lasted two days. I have eaten these spices for two days. He was full and pleased.

I haven’t eaten sweets for almost 30 years. I want to go through Tula.

There is one funny fact. If anyone does not know, it is in the Germans, in the people, the red card is called "Arschkarte". (In other words a card card). And all because, once before, when everyone had TVs, the judges placed red cards in the back pocket of the shorts, and yellow in the load. TV viewers, seeing where the card came from, could understand what color it was (it was difficult to disassemble the color on the screen).

PS: Wikipedia describes this fact, but doubts its authenticity

For fools, the law is not written, but it not only exists, but also successfully punishes the intelligent.

When I was a student, I had a disgust for children. Especially small. Orut, whisper, get up at night, change the diapers... Uzhos, shorter! I never wanted children. And I was so angry when these “mothers!” They take them with them to restaurants and especially on the plane... I married a careerist like myself. No, she didn’t mind for a while, but then her career went away. There is an advantage “without children”. We looked at the world, the apartment, two cars. Money – really not lying – I didn’t count. Just took the morning from half a centimeter on the shelf and went to work. Then they divorced... My mother said to me, “It’s because you don’t have children. Each for himself. She earns money, and you’re not fucking from the mountain either. The wife should sit at home. She has another job.” I then did not give importance, I kept silent as my son was supposed to... Four years have passed, we and the ex call together sometimes. During the holidays or dr. And she has already changed custodians to Fig, and I am not a monk either. There is no happiness. In the personal! Only in private! Everything is broken. She tried to get pregnant, "for herself", and it's all right... She's 38, in principle, with our medicine. And the doctors said late, woman, run away! You have the body you needed before. He calls me drunk. It’s all my fault, shit! Except for me no one... I say, you calm down, you have a man who loves, a job, a career... It is for me: he needed children! It is all you! As the saying goes, “You get married, fool! Otherwise, no one will be blamed.” I am alive, I am not in trouble. His business, in May forty-year-old has gone beautifully. And yesterday...

An important contractor comes to me, with my daughter. I don’t know, maybe four years. “Sorry, I’m not alone here.” Forget the question. Not good and okay. And we stand discussing issues, emotionally dividing our hands showing what and how. And I lower my hand, and I feel somebody has taken me with a small palm. I lower my eyes - and the daughter turned her head, my office looks around and just accidentally took my hand...

To say that I was struck by lightning, that a truck fell on me, or that angels caught me, that sheep, that sheep, and not just carried, but thrown somewhere into the clouds – it is nothing to say... I can’t pick up words... The warmth of this palm, which clamps my hand tightly. And that moment until she realized that I wasn’t a dad.

The moment lasted two seconds, probably. When they left, I sat down at the table, got a cognac and thought. Maybe I’ve been wrong all my life. One cup weighs the whole world. With trips, serpentines, mountains, beaches, Hollywood. And on the other cup, the children, the dacha, the dog, the dissatisfied and forever tired wife. I have no answer to this question, thank you for reading until the end.

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