I had such superpowers in the army.

When you stick to the CPC at night, you sit on a chair, your hand on the table, you support your head.

If you fall asleep too hard, the buttock will fall and you will immediately slip.

So, hearing was developed at all 100%, on any steps and noises, if suddenly the check is stolen. And at every noise I stood up and opened the door, like I was a vigilant fighter, working ahead, so.

In general, he was very tired, shuffled 2 dresses outside the line, slept straight sweetly, until the saliva flowed.)

At this moment, the door opens and I get up and go to meet the sound.

Combat in general significantly delayed bricks, says:

I go, let’s see if the fighter is sleeping or not.

The door, the fox, I open, and this fool breaks out of the chair and cries on me, the eyes are glass, do not blink, the saliva flows and so on!

The Untouched are the lowest, unrighteous and poorest caste in India. In Russia it is the opposite.

In the camp, zeki with a kitchen knife cut a piano keyboard for her. And at night she played this silent instrument of Bach, Beethoven, and Chopin. The women from the barracks later assured that they had heard this silent music, just watching her eradicated work on the woods with their fingers and face.

The daughter of the French and Spanish teachers of the Paris Sorbonne University, Vera Lothar studied in Paris with Alfred Cortot, then at the Vienna Academy of Music. At the age of 12, she made her debut with an orchestra led by the great Arthur Toscanini.

Being a well-known pianist who gave solo concerts in many countries of the world, she married Soviet engineer Vladimir Shevchenko and in 1937 came with him to the USSR. Vera rushed to the NKVD and started shouting, confusing Russian and French words, that her husband is a wonderful honest man, a patriot, and if they do not understand this, then they are fools, idiots, fascists and then take me... And Vera Lotar-Shevchenko will have thirteen years to roll the forest. He learns about the death of his husband in a camp and two children in the blockaded Leningrad.

He was released in the Lower Tagil. And right from the station, in a drunk camp telogreek, the last force ran late in the evening to the music school, wildly knocking on the door, begging for "permission to approach the piano"... to... to "play a concert"...

She was allowed. At the closed door, not daring to enter, the teachers cried off. It was clear where she came from in the drained telogreek. I played almost all night. I fell asleep behind the instrument. Then, laughing, she said, “And I woke up as a teacher of that school.” For the last sixteen years of her life, Vera Lotar-Shevchenko lived in Akademgorodka near Novosibirsk.

She will not only recover from the camp as a musician, but will also start active touring activities. Tickets for the first concert were not sold. The places here were intended for those with whom she shared the terrible years of camp. He came, meaning he was alive.

The fingers of Vera Augustovna for the rest of her life were red, crusty, nodular, squeezed, degraded by arthritis. And also - the wrongly grown after they were broken in the interrogation ("not in a hurry, taste every blow, handle a gun") by the senior investigator, Captain Altukhov. She remembered that name all her life and never forgave him.

Vera Lotar-Shevchenko died in Novosibirsk in 1982. Her own phrase is written on her grave: "The life in which Bach is blessed."

The CEC reminded citizens of the responsibility for trying to change the state system by voting.

Xxx: The first change, the best that can be in school years.

You get up, a butterfly outside the window, nothing is seen, people begin to walk, the snow crash is heard from afar.

Under the blanket is warm, you raise your hand, it is cold... you have to get up.

You jump sharply, brr, run into the bath, hot water to wash, sharply back, gather, walk into the kitchen, and there sweet black tea and a baton with oil, or frame, sometimes even with sausage.

You crack everything for both cheeks and put on the winter uniform ahead.

Shoes, repair pants, they constantly flew out of socks, leaving an unpleasant nakedness.

Further shell, wrap stronger, so as to stretch the mask, scissors, filling the coat in them, after the jacket and hat.

The fighter is ready.

You go down the stairs 4th floor, 3, 2, 1 and here it is, the door, from the inside a little sloppy from the street, breathing you open the door...

And here it is, this moment when the frosty wind hits your face, but your uniform saves you.

And the way to school begins, along a marked road, looking around on the sides, you observe how the same soldiers are disembarking from other entrances.

The bad guys came out of their socks again.