The costs of security, courtage, gasoline and the delivery of Medvedev for the opening of a kindergarten in Krasnodar were one and a half times the cost of the kindergarten itself.

The king’s treasury must be kept away from the servants of the people.

I remember seeing a grandmother at the train station a few years ago behaving completely hamsky (I don’t remember the details). When she tried to cut it down, she said, “Nothing, I’m 80 years old!” - Exactly until she stood on a nice, noble grandfather who said, "You know, I just turned 94. So... get out of the road, little girl!”

Former U.S. Marines Paul Willan said in court that he came to Moscow to admire the domes and spires of Moscow cathedrals. The ugly plagiarist.

Any form of progress is an insult to someone’s religion.

When I was 14, I wanted to have a cat and my parents were against it. The usual tears did not help.
The case helped. My classmate is pregnant. Mom came from the parental gathering where this shocking case was dealt with, impressed by the news. In the mid-1980s, it was just nonsense. I approach her and ask with a quiet voice:
“Mom, who do you want me to bring home: a little girl, a little boy, or a little cat?”
The next day, a cat came into our family.

Chubais said that electricity prices would need to be raised twice, but Russia is a poor country, and it cannot be raised.
Zakharova said he was lying.
Chubais admitted that Zakharova was right and surrendered.
So it was scientifically proven that Russia is a rich country, and prices can be raised!

At four and a half years old, my son read. I did not learn the alphabet. We lived in the dormitory then. The walls are painted and painted, as in all parade houses. Every time I went down the stairs, Goshka pointed to me a letter with the question, “What is your name?”



On the way to the metro was built a highway, flanked by a high fence of shields. On one of the shields, with large letters with a height almost from the son, was written an inappropriate word. It was good that the zebra was nearby and I hurried to move Goska across the road. For a week we studied the wall booklet, and I did not suspect that at the end of the day, a child will still put together the booklets and give the word. At least not so early. It happened literally in a week. Also, in an accelerated pace, she moved her son by the hand across the road. There were a lot of people on the street, everyone was in a hurry to do their business. And suddenly the air shakes: “Mom, I read. This is Dharma.”



You can’t imagine how I wanted to fail at this moment in the ground. People forgot where they went. Everyone looked at the young reader. Later, the son on the walls of the hostel already knew that Masha "does not give" Sasha and that Tsoy was alive.

I recently talked to a customer about the snowfall in Peter. He runs a fairly large enterprise and participates in regular meetings with the district administration, which gather about all of our natural disasters. He told me a little about the specifics of these activities. First, indeed, he told about his colleague from Germany, who faced the same problem in 2010, when Europe was plunged by snow. We also had snow on our ears and my acquaintance asked how they lived there. “We live well. The kids like it,” the German replied. “In the sense, is it great? It all collapsed. Neither to pass nor to pass. Has life not stopped?” “Well, we did a couple of days on weekends. Then the soldiers came with their equipment and cleaned everything. “In your factory?” And in the factory too. They cleaned up and removed the snow. We work as usual.” “How much did it cost you?” In other words, at what time? They are military. We pay taxes, and in such situations they save the situation everywhere. No extra money is taken from us for this.”

And Peter, you know how? The employer asked me.

– How to?

We were gathered for a meeting on the snow collapse in the city. And here is one deeply respected by me until this point official says, addressing us: "Lord, let us put that snow, which we can not take out of the city, on the territories of your enterprises? And in the spring it grows itself.” Do you understand? The Germans pay taxes and during the fucking to them military, like the angels of heaven are, and they all ruin only if they continue to work and pay taxes. And we - throw in all the holes, and even snow from all over the city want to fall in full seriousness.

That’s all he said about 2010. But, judging from what’s happening in the city, nothing has changed since then.

A psychotherapist is a person who makes the cockroaches in your head walk.

In the village of Fedorovka, only one strip was cleaned from snow by a tractor. I went to the house and bought a place to park and turn around. A fat cat walks on my side. Such a rustic. At 50 meters, it begins to swallow. I said, “X-X, let’s go and bite!” And he does not pay attention - so he goes and blows with constant periodicity. Five meters before me, he moved on to another track, passed by, rebuilt back into the same track that he was walking on and went on in silence. And then I realized: he was bicycling me!

Are you a servant of the people?
and exactly!
Tell me something about the servant.
The state owes nothing to anyone.

After graduating from the pedagogical university in the early 2000s, he looked at the salaries of teachers in the places offered, spit and went to work for himself.



Somewhere in the photoshop I will work on order, somewhere I will collect and sell berries or cedar knots, somewhere in the market I will trade, someone will write an article or advertise for a businessman. It was sometimes more than the monthly salary of a teacher per day. And here again I am standing in the market, selling black. And then there is a wave from the wave. He stopped, shrugged his hands.

Well, it took five years to study, then to stand on the market, to trade!

It was worth. I got a higher education, I became much smarter.

Well?

And as I became smarter, I immediately realized that it was better to trade in the market than to work as a teacher for a penny.

I stayed home alone with my kids on Saturday. It is time to put them to sleep after lunch, and they are angry, choking and don’t want to sleep at all. Usually, his wife reads them stories or tells them stories that he writes on the go. But I was lazy and I told them that if they calm down and fall asleep quickly, the Dream Fairy will come and kiss them in the lobby and they will have beautiful dreams. It worked.



The wife came, talked to the children, approached me and seriously asked, “And what is the name of this Fairy, who kissed our children while I was not? “...

I walk with my grandson in the park. We reached a non-freezing pond where ducks swim.

Give them bread!

The ducks can’t eat bread; they get fat and die from it.

You are forcing me to eat bread. Do you want me to get fat and die?

Son of 10 years. Money for a certain gadget. The main income article is the results of the quarters. All five for a quarter +1000 in a copper. Plus DR and some holidays. Copy for a long time.

At the school there is a shelter for abandoned animals. If possible, buy dry and wet food, oatmeal (for dogs, apparently, in the shelter to cook food). A good idea, I think and give my son 100 rubles to the store.

Dad, what am I going to buy?

A packet of dry dog food or a few packs of wet can be. You in the school 1000 students, each little by little, here and get a solid help.

My son came out and thought he would go to the store in half an hour.

And then he calls: Dad, come to the store, help bring the bags.

I, and without problems, dress up, go out and hang out a little, why are these hundred rubles heavy bags? ? to ? to

I rush to the store, I see a son with a cart in the bucket, and there (well, your mother, sorry, the first thought was like this) packages with good, a lot of...

This shit devastated his money and bought it for everything!

I had to drive home first and go to school in the morning.

I told my son nothing about it. His money earned. Charity is good. When I looked at him in the store, he said:

I will survive without a tablet, but cats and dogs will be fed. and money. I will copy again.

I thought a lot about this incident tonight. Apparently the impulse is noble, but spending all the savings on charity is not right.

He did not insult, asked the next time to consult with me (I am also good, fucking, gave a hundred rubles, the fault is behind me). Tom finished this story.

P.S. placed half of the money spent on him. A lesson for both of us.

My grandmother’s second husband was just an offgenic: kind, reliable, smart. They met with their grandmother when they were about 50 years old: Grandma was widowed shortly before, and grandfather was divorced. The story of his divorce from his first wife I heard as a child, but, honestly, I didn’t believe it. And then, at the age of 15, I faced a situation that made me think: suddenly it was the truth.



His first wife was a perfectionist and a cleaner. He loved it and tried to match it: to wash the cup there, not to leave garbage, etc. But quarrels on this ground still occurred periodically: he worked in the factory and sometimes was too tired to watch if he forgot to remove the plate somewhere in the dishwasher or to twist the toothpaste cap. The quarrels exhausted him, but he thought that once everything else was fine, these little things could be tolerated.



But it turns out that even small things can become critical. His wife threw him out of the house, you can’t believe it. After a change in the factory, he fell asleep in front of the TV with a glass of tea. When she saw on her favorite carpet, which she always so thoroughly cleaned, an unwashed cup of undrunken tea, it was as if the devil had settled in her. This is the end of family life. It’s hard to believe that an unwashed cup can be a cause of divorce. At least I did not believe. Then the following incident happened to me.



We were on a train to the Olympics in another city – I, my girlfriend and another schoolgirl. The boss has gone somewhere, and we are sitting three in a coupe: a girlfriend hangs, a girl drinks tea, I relaxed looking out the window... Well, the nature is beautiful, the air is fresh, the wheels measurably knock... By the dreamy look of the girl with a cup of tea, it can be seen that she is feeling about the same. But it was silence and grace only for us two, and my friend's eyes were bloody all this time. A few minutes later, it just exploded, and I had never heard a man speak like this. The reason: when a girl drinks tea, she becomes sick.



Do you understand? That is, we both sit relaxed and don’t even notice these sounds, and for my girlfriend it turned out to be a real torture. Moreover, the girlfriend is not inadequate for any, absolutely normal person, we at that time have been friends for three years: polite, friendly. She endured for quite a long time, though for her these sounds were worse than the sound of the iron scratch on the glass. And when my patience reached the peak, I just couldn’t cope with myself. The girl with tea is sad, of course: I will never forget her eyes when she sits so relaxed, and here suddenly such a stream of aggression is unclear for what.



Why am I writing all this. Sometimes what is small for one is unbearable torture for another. It all accumulates, accumulates, and then follows an explosion. And the main reason for the misunderstanding is that the first seems like everything is okay. Now I regret being sardonically laughed at my grandfather’s story about this unwashed cup, although there was a sincere misunderstanding in his eyes and it was evident that he wasn’t lying. She still thought, "I brought my wife something else, and now lying about the unwashed cup." Sometimes it can be such a little thing.

XXX: My sister has two children. The first appeared with a spiral, the second with contraceptives.

yyy:...It is the Valka - the spiral fell, it is the Light - the pill failed...)

Zzz: Is that Anton?

Found in reviews about a major Chinese online store:

I was returned the money for the ordered items and accompanied by the following letter:

Previously ordered goods cannot be delivered. Factory, warehouse, explosion, all are happy. I am sorry.”

It was a long time...

My husband worked as a grower. It opened holes with a positional admission from a cell to a micron and a precise diameter.

I didn't have enough money, moved to Chelyabinsk, arranged for ChTS.

The master comes and brings the iron:

“Listen, I’ve broken a hole here, and my fingers show the diameter.

The Comrade:

Damn, where is the drawing, what license?

The Master:

-Bl@#$, I tell you, THAT is here and THAT is like this... they’ll come from the aircraft, bl#$%... it’s a tractor. The only thing he can do is stop!

I have to get used to the new reality.)