One day, I go out from the corner of the house, and on the outing of the basement sits a gorgeously beautiful cat - furry, colored, like a siamese, the eyes are blue in half-face... I say to him so from the heart - "Well, what a beautiful you are!" The man who stood next to me smoking, surprised looking at me...Damn, the man I didn’t notice...

I once had a bar. Well, sometimes at the beginning of the shift I stood up for the DJ controller. There is no one yet (at night). I worked with a girl then as an officer, a pipet, all such a devout, right stereotypical nun, you will never hear a matte word from her, shorter than Mother Teresa. Well, here, I sit behind the controller, playing all kinds of music. I play loud. Here she quietly approaches me from the back, bends over her shoulder and pronounces, “Dolb**b.” I, slowly, scaryly, slowly turn my head, simultaneously twisting the volume to zero and so upset: What? and silence. And she repeats with a smile: Who sings?

Pharaoh gave the high priest the title of Hero of slave-owned labor.

Today at the entrance. A little girl comes out of school and calls the cellphone.
Who is there? Respond to a female voice.
Delivery of Five!

It was in the USSR that the title of a hero was given to anyone who got it - workers, collective farms, miners, soldiers, but in present-day Russia - to their own, proven billionaires.

There was a date with a man, he has a way of talking - to object to every sentence and tell how to do everything correctly. It was funny, like he asks, “Do you like coffee?I said, “Yes,” he said, “Why not tea? Here you are wrong, tea will be better, it is more useful.” Or asks, “Do you like the automatic box in the car?“I like to say, he says, “No, the machine is full of hernia, it is impossible to ride on it, you know what you are saying at all.” How is it possible to disagree with the feeling of “likes” or “does not like”?

Sometimes he arranged a combo and began to object, not even listening. Asked what soup I like to cook, I began to answer, only said about chicken, interrupted and began to explain that it is necessary to mix different meats, he knows how to correctly, I need to pay attention to his stories and record.



He finally got it when he asked, “Tell me about your last relationship, why did you break up?” I only had time to say, "In general, everything was good, but...", he sharply interrupted me, said, "A, well, I understand, but here I have...." and started complaining about my ex-wife, who had the greed to be dissatisfied that he came from work every evening.

After that, I was tired of trying to break into this monologue with questions purely so that he could move on to the topic he wanted, and collapsed. The emotional feeling of something heavy was then from this communication, as if after some pressure or aggressive behavior.

So I had such a situation. I buy a cupcake from my grandmother in the market. Money only 5000. I give a bill. He says: No surrender, I will come, I will exchange. She took the money. I stand and wait. 10 minutes. 20 minutes. After half an hour, I realized I was dropped. And on the box there was a gram of 400 cucumbers and a couple of packs of cabbage, rubles for 500. He took what was there and went home. At least it was delicious. But the grandmother of Pidar-si is old.

This story was told to me by my wife’s aunt, who from the late 1980s to the middle of the 2000s worked as a tram driver in Moscow.

From the 1st person.

In the mid-1990s. I go by tram, Saturday, late evening, winter, wild ice. And here I see a truck running across my side from the mountain. Probably couldn’t get in, it turned and pulled.

I hit the brakes, turned on the signal, but I still understand that our trajectories will cross.

The sound of broken glass. The tram goes off the rails and stops.

I go to the salon. There are a couple of frightened landers, no injuries.

I went out on the street. The driver runs out of the truck, runs to me and begins to read.

Thank you, thank you very much! Oh how lucky I was! What would it be if not you.

Why thank you for that? Gai will be full of you now. You will also replace your truck at your own expense. If I had stopped earlier, I might not have struck.

Better in you than there. He showed where he was heading.

And there is a restaurant with a parking lot of 600 graces and all kinds of Grand Cherokee.

OSAGO did not exist then, and ordinary people did not drive such cars. The truck driver was really lucky.

One day, my friend and I quit drinking/smoking to run a marathon in a year. They started to work hard, run, watch food. Results are wasted. After half a year, we ran 30 km through the crossed terrain without any problems. Down there, up there. Well, once our comrade, a drunk alkas, who drank vodka for breakfast, decided to run with us the standard route of 6 km. We laughed, but we took him with us. Corche, this guy ran 6km in 24 minutes, against my best score at 28. Sport is shit.

I met on the dating site with a man 42 years old, in the photo and telephone conversation liked, decided to meet in the movie. Wake up, half empty lobby, I go in, I call... and the only person who brings the phone to his ear is his grandfather (in fact he was 65, but he looked older). He was dressed precisely in the sweater "Boys", only such a green-black color, in trays with lamps, in sharp shoes and with a trunk. Suits to me. The further dialogue:

And Anastasia?

and Alexander??? Let me explain!

“Well, I liked the conversation, and if you told me how old I am, you’t even give me a chance.

Alexander, I won’t give him either. Whose photo did you send me?

This is my nephew. In the cinema?

Alexandra, what kind of movie? In respect of your age, will you be taken to the subway?

Do we not go to the movie?

The curtain.

Anyone who has visited the bucks at least once does not want to go back.

Review of Thermos
Once he threw a net into the sea,
I came with a tinnitus.”
by A.S. Pushkin

My friend has a second-class son, a sharp guy and a future blogger-millionaire. His name is Marik.
Today, it is true, he has not a million followers, but a little less, only three: a father, a younger brother and a grandmother.
Well, nothing, if there is not a single video on your channel yet, and you have all three subscribers - it is already a big success.
Here, in the country, on New Year’s holidays, Mark planned to make his first video review. Just watched? A cat soul? It is difficult, she is running all the time at the stage of installation of the stativ. Review of Salute? So he has been shot for a long time, there is only a sealed trace on the snow. Oh, and his grandfather gave him an excellent firm thermos. This is the case, with a thermos review you can get a billion views, if you are lucky.
Marrick installed a stativ in the kitchen, fixed the phone, turned on the recording, entered the frame and began:

“Hello everyone who has not signed up, subscribe to my channel and put likes.
Today I have my new thermos. It contains one liter of tea and the tea should be kept hot for 48 hours.
This is what we will check. I have a cupboard, a cupboard. Don’t come in, I’m going to take a look! Sugar, lemon, thermometer, paper on which we write all the data, a pencil and rubber to attach to the thermos paper and pencil...
So, our tea is ready, we measure the temperature, we get 96 degrees. We close tightly the traffic jamming, the cover, we record everything and we leave. Don’t worry, we’ll see you on the river.”

Mark approached the matter seriously, gathered all the filming equipment in his backpack, asked his dad, got up on skies and went through the forest toward the river. 3 km in total.
I wanted to get to the river itself, but spit, it was very cold, and there was a strong wind. Mark stopped in the snow desert, set up a stand with his phone and continued his video:

“Dear friends, here we are already in nature. There, you see, is a forest, and far away, a river.
So, in a note on the thermos I wrote that the tea poured in at 10.00.
Now at 15:20 we put the thermos right in the snow and we will return here tomorrow at the same time, then we will see what the temperature of the tea will be.”

In order not to lose the thermos in the snow, Mark built a small snowboard next to him and pleased with himself, returned to the country with red cheeks.
The next day, Marrick again picked up his backpack, got up on skies and left to take his lonely, frozen thermos.

The blogger came back very angry, even a little tear when Dad asked - what happened?
Marik quietly laid the bag on the floor, turned it over, three frozen fishes and thermos sprang out of the pack with a wooden knock.
He handed a note to his father and, whispering, turned to the window.

A father read his son’s handwriting:

Drinking tea at 10:00
The tea temperature is 96 degrees.

Then came an adult handwriting:

"Dear, unfamiliar friend, now 9.30, we could not measure the temperature of the tea, because there is no thermometer, but the tea itself is just burning, and most importantly very delicious, sugar in moderation, and also lemon in place. We were six people and we all had enough to warm up.
Sorry for ruining your experiment, as an apology we leave a little of our catch.
Good luck in youth and New Year!

P.S

The snow is beautiful.”

Volodin: The State Duma is ready to discuss the issue of recognition of the LPR and the DPR.

And it is not possible for the Duma to recognize the already existing Russian regions and to deal with their problems?

We have such an active couple. They always have a lot of things to do, but they still have time to go out and play sports. And due to this activity, clothes are chosen as comfortable as possible. All dresses, shirts, eyebrows, cosmetics of the wife are not in motion.

They were invited to the wedding. A beautiful dress, jewelry, makeup was pulled from the distant shelves. She turns in front of the mirror and notices that her three-year-old son is somehow strange, but is watching her closely. She asks him:

Is it okay?

What he gives:

What are you, woman? ! to

AAA: I so house in mortgage took the field for 20 years of different rental apartments. My whole life just turned. You can make shells in the courtyard, the temperature to set in the house any, 300m much larger than the largest apartment, the car does not need to be heated, no lifts, fresh greens grow on the bed, you can boil on the stoves. It’s far away from town, but I don’t go there anymore.



WBW: I added to my list of necessary things to “blow on the sticks”... Thank you.

I am in line for meat in the market. In front of me is a girl aged 25 and a woman aged 50-60.



The girl asks the seller to weigh 300 grams of smoked beef carbonate.



The seller gets from the corner of the window a small dried piece of carbonate hose, from which it is problematic to cut off the piece. He weighs and says: less will be, 180 grams.

The girl replies: I need 300, so little I don’t need, and a piece of old, cut me off from that.

Seller: Well, until I sell this piece, I will not cut a new one.

Girl: You do not have the right, all the product that is placed on the showcase is a public offer, the buyer can ask to cut and buy a piece from any of the big ones.

A seller with an unhappy face unevenly cuts off a fresh piece of 300 grams and sells. When the girl takes the goods, and goes on a decent distance, the seller screams to her: greed is the second happiness, the offer she has, the slug, the smartest?

A 50-60-year-old woman in the next row supports her indignantly:

The whole youth was upset, she didn’t like the restaurant here, she didn’t like the copti herself then. I work out in the store, only you put everything on the shelves, so these fools climb deep, and pull out the freshest. There is no sense to understand that first you need to sell goods with a earlier expiration date.

Don’t talk, you ungrateful people!  What to you?

Woman: Oh, and I also have a carbonadic hi-hi. of 200 grams. Just don’t give me that piece, we’re almost colleagues!

The Russians have another holiday: now in addition to the Old New Year, you can celebrate the Old Retirement.

He worked as an inspector of the DPS. I am standing at the crossroads, order. At this time, a six-seven-year-old girl is crossing the road on the red signal. I supposedly stop her, sit down and start reading the lecture:
What is your name?
and Tanya.
“Tanya, do you know that you can’t cross the red? Cars are driving, the driver might not have time to slow down and would crash you. Your parents would be upset and cry.
The answer is superb!
They still have a bathtub!
And with a joyful face he ran on the sidewalk.

In the legendary Soviet Union, very many citizens pulled home from work as much as they could. Even to nails and canvases. The current authorities have been able to bring order. Only those who are allowed to steal.

xxx: Once the bottle of beer did not bring to the house, opened on the road, under the law of wickedness, I was stopped by ppsniki, taken to the department, issued a drink and why the fingers rolled off, fills one card and in the column "body" writes "sporty", I was so pleasant, the best compliment! : 3



Joy in the little things. and praise)