Usually, when a person wants to know something, he begins to dig in the refrigerator for some reason.

The case was in the late 90s. I, a very young, if not to say more, a boy, replaced our employee at the social exhibition of the government of Moscow. There were earlier such events, with the main purpose of the districts of the city to show "what we could" and also for informal contacts between officials, since visitors to such an exhibition had little interesting.
My job was to sell professional literature. It took three hours for the staff to resolve their urgent questions. The trade went smoothly - as the low-level officials, which formed the basis of the contingent, were very wealthy in those years. However, the usual theft at the time was not noticed, and this somewhat reassured. Until the end of my watch (and this was my first experience at a public event) there were 15 minutes left. Then a woman came into the shelf. She looked at the books very carefully and chose a thick and very rare reference book on medicine. I began to list him. Then I clarified the price. Then she began to list the directory again, praising the content. After a couple or three minutes, she sadly put the guide on the spot and wanted to leave.
Did not come? I asked surprised.
On the contrary, I need him very much. It is expensive, I don’t have so much.
I do not set prices, unfortunately, I cannot help. Are you interested in medicine?
I am Doctor. Emergency ambulance in the Riyadh region. Here on a trip. We are paying the salary and nothing is missing. And I have already bought one book on medicine, the second I will not pull, food is not enough otherwise.
I looked at this woman, her sad eyes, and began to understand something inside my soul.
Are you upgrading education? Do you want to graduate later?
Yes is no. We are in a very difficult situation with medicines. Sometimes you prescribe something to the patient - and take it from nowhere. at all. There is no money in man. And you cannot help him. Here I am looking for referrals, where there are some alternative options for treatment, from false remedies, what we can get cheaper.
I kept silent, then took the book and gave it to a woman.
Here is, take it. No need for money. I will give her to you.
- Boy, but she is accountable, you are fined!
I will agree. You need her more than I need my money now. Take it. Good luck to your patients.

P.S The way she said to me, “Thank you!“I remembered it all my life. It is the highest human gratitude that one can only dream of.

( Referred to https://www.anekdot.ru/an/an1407/o140705;100.html#8)

The French can’t normally read “War and Peace” because of these stupid inserts in Russian.

xxx: Dating services work like a centrifuge: light factions, or even people who are lonely for reasons not related to their own way of communicating and behavior, easily enter this centrifuge and get out quickly enough. But a heavy fraction of uneducated, ruthless, stubborn and ignorant single women of both sexes forms a thick accumulating sediment, which over time only becomes stronger. And here very soon seemingly a decent new service, where there were full of nice people, already abandoned by them, has already accumulated a lot of "heavy" elements, and the mattress from it is worth being healthy.



For this reason, dating services are subject to the cycle of ascension and subsequent rot, like centrifuges that no one knows how to clean.

Once I chose a movie to watch with my mom in the evening, chose a great one, but with some excess of frank scenes.

I’m telling Mom – there’s a great movie, but it’s a bit crazy, can’t you? My mom said, yes, let’s see.

I think, what a progressive mother I have, broad views.



I checked out, my mom liked the movie, only then she confessed to me that she thought that my words about the film meant that the film was dramatic and touching and when viewing there would be something to do.

The realities of Sovkombank: no matter how much you use the "Halva" card, only Sergey Bezrukov becomes "sweet" on the account.

Recently, the Bangladeshi journalist “GMB Akash” posted an unusual post on his Facebook page. It tells the story of a poor man who worked as a cleaner for many years so that his children could get a decent education — something he never had. This is the story of this father, raising four daughters, from the first person.

I never told my kids about my work, not wanting them to be ashamed of me. When my younger daughter asked me about my kind of occupation, I always answered that I was working a variety of jobs. Before I returned home, I was showering in public toilets every day, so my children didn’t even suspect of my real job. I dreamed of sending all my daughters to school so that they could learn and get a decent profession.

I did everything I could to make them live a decent life. I didn’t really want anyone to look at them the same way they looked at me... People have always humiliated me. I invested all my money in the education of my daughters. I could never buy a new shirt because I spent all I earned on school textbooks. I was a cleaner.

On the eve of my eldest daughter’s last admission date, I never managed to raise enough money for my admission fee. I could not work that day. I just sat next to a bunch of garbage trying to hide my tears. All my colleagues looked at me with sympathy, but none of them tried to talk to me. I tried very hard, but failed, so I felt killed by sorrow. I had no idea what I would say to my daughter when she asked me about the entrance fee. I was born in poverty, but always dreamed of a better life for my children. And now my dreams were not destined to come true...

After work, all the cleaners I worked with came to me. They sat next to me and asked if I considered them my brothers. Before I could answer anything, my colleagues gave me all their income in one day. When I tried to give up, they said, “If necessary, we’ll be starving today, but our daughter has to go to college!” That day, for the first time, I did not take a shower, but returned home as a cleaner.

My eldest daughter will soon graduate from college. She already has a part-time job, which allows her to pay for the education of the other three daughters. My kids no longer let me work. But several times a week, my older daughter comes with me to where I worked before and feeds all my former colleagues for lunch. They laugh and ask her why she feeds them so often. My daughter replies to them, “You were all hungry that day to make me what I am today. Now pray for me so that I can feed you all every day!”

I don’t feel like a poor person now. Those who have such children cannot be poor.

Convince people that tomorrow is the end of the world and they will arrange it today.

Interrupted sexual intercourse is when children knock on the room, not what is written on the internet.

It is not about optimism or pessimism, but about the inability to count the probability of events.

Once in the airport could not find a working coffee machine for 100 r, paying the "cup of coffee" 400 r for the Americano sucked a frog. She sat in front of the coffee machine, thought, looked from the side, seeing that it was disconnected from the socket - turned back and the machine revived. Drinking coffee, the people at the airport also joyfully pulled to the machine. Half an hour later, the evil girl came out of the “cup of coffee” and pulled the cable out of the rosette again. She said, “Don’t touch me” and left. The Competition

No need to leave the comfort zone. It must be expanded.

The opinion of others should be respected. Listening is not necessary. Convincingly shake your head.

From 96 to 97 I studied in the 9th grade. Since we were forbidden to use the calculators, we were looking for opportunities to pinpoint the system. I found a logarithmic line at home. I asked my father what this was. He told me the calculator and taught me how to use it. I counted on him for six months, and nobody paid attention, until I was once burned by a soundtrack (educational engineer, vocational teacher) and told teachers of the hidden capabilities of this gadget. Well, of course, I had a line to take to classes. My wife is a math teacher. He says that if a single student had learned to use a logarithmic line now, neither she nor any of the pupils would have been able to take it away, but they would also have put up a lot of scores.

Do I do as you say, or do I do so that you are satisfied with the result?

Be simpler - and you will be drawn to the same single-cell.

It is known that Jewish mothers are carriers of life wisdom.
Advice from a Jewish mother to her married son
Don’t expect your wife to treat you like I do, it will never happen, she didn’t give you birth.
Always wash your socks. Only a washing machine can do this. The point.
Change your toothbrush once a month.
Never tell your wife, “Mom did that!”
The phrase “and it was better for mom” is forgotten forever!
Don’t complain about my wife. You chose it yourself!
Don’t tell your wife about your past relationship. Insist that you forgot everything!
Keep only “safe” information on your phone. Keep the rest in your head, train your memory, and learn the “compromise” in your mouth.
Always praise the food prepared by your wife.
Never tell your wife about our past quarrels with your father. It’s been a long time and it doesn’t concern anyone.
If I get sick, visit me once a week. It is important to me. And, please, pick up chocolate eggs along the way.
When I ask you about phone settings, don’t be nervous. Remember, I taught you to the pot.
Remember, now the main woman in your life is your wife.
If your wife asks you whether this dress will fill her, always answer, “Well, what are you? I think you have lost weight!”
If your wife asks you for something global (repair, shirt, car, travel, bike trainer, robot vacuum cleaner, etc.) Always agree for the third time. The first time a woman just thinks out loud, the second time she pretends out loud – she wants it or not, and if she said it for the third time – then she must. Agree for the third time. Do not count! If you do it earlier – she has changed her mind, if you do it later – she is offended. Flowers, sweets and clothes are not included. A woman should not ask for this, it is sacred!
If I ask you something, do it the first time. You can’t doubt: I thought 333 times before asking you.
Never criticize your wife’s parents. Remember, they gave birth to the woman you chose.
and develop. Read books, listen to lectures, attend trainings, study courses.
Spend 6 nights with family and one with friends. This is necessary for mental balance.
Never come in with empty hands. It is disrespect.
Always congratulate your wife on all the holidays. The day of your wedding and the day of your acquaintance. For women it is important.
Before you open the door, smile. Remember that for your wife and children you are a barometer of tranquility and reliability.

Near the house, they built a ugly, enormous tower for mind control, but soon I liked it.

If you think, then everything in the world is only for the sake of sex and the continuation of the race.



Yyy: Well, someone said, “Flood and multiply.”



zzz: I’m increasingly thinking that the original was “fuck yourself,” but when translating and adapting it was fucking.

I can’t find a job for myself. You pay too little, you have to work.