This is a real story. Many years ago, newspapers wrote about it.
During the war an square arrived with the evacuated children in Tashkent. Among the children was an Estonian boy Leonard. He was about three years old. The children were not given to the children's home, they were distributed by families. I took that white boy too. I asked what your name was. He answered something like the moon. The moon is moon. So they began to call him. years have passed. Lunabai grew up, married, became chairman of the colloquium. Cologne has record cotton harvests. Lunabaja Abdulayev (I do not remember the name, let it be Abdulayev) was awarded the title of Hero of Socialist Labour. This was filmed in a small video in the journal "Chronicle of the day" and shown before the film sessions. Leonard’s Estonian mother was always looking for her son. I didn’t believe it wasn’t. She sent requests to children’s homes, hoping that the child was adopted by good people. During the movie session, she accidentally, neighbors suggested, saw her young husband in the Kremlin being awarded the Golden Star of the Hero. My husband was no longer alive at that time. began to understand. And here Lunabai with the son and gifts of Uzbekistan came to Estonia for a meeting. Lunaba’s son served in the army and spoke Russian well. Mother and son spoke through double translation. Her mother was Estonian, her daughter, Luna's sister, translated into Russian, and Lunaba's son was already Uzbek. A wonderful island! If you count the probability of such a happy ending, it is zero. It is necessary for the child to survive the long evacuation to Tashkent. In order not to become a blind man, did not sleep, but got into a good family. He grew up as a respected man and became a hero. You need to make a movie about him and see this movie in a distant Estonian village. Most importantly, he looked like his father. If this story is filmed, the viewer will not believe the reality. This is a sentimental story for the housewife. But life sometimes turns such stories that no scriptwriter dreamed of.
P.S A touching island. Many years have passed since the publication, and I still remember.

When the servants of the people say that the time is hard, it is time to strain the belts and still be terrified - the people may be in a hurry to think if in such difficult times he needs a whole herd of looted servants.

Soviet children’s literature very concisely and accurately described people who later became Komsomolts oligarchs. For example, the “Fantasters” of Nosov. Two cute boys sit there, fantasy harmlessly. The "neighbor Igor" approaches them, they are ashamed that they lie about flights to the moon and all other nonsense. He explains that lying is useful. This is how he did: he ate the strawberries himself, and smelted his lips with this strawberries to his sleeping sister. She was involved in theft. “This is the benefit.”



Children, of course, do not want to not only talk with such hatred, but even sit on the same bench. Then the kids decide to buy ice cream. Crush the little things into one portion, agreeing to divide it in half. But they meet the crying sister of Igor and give her ice cream. She asks them to divide the portion into three.



How could such people “enter the market”? Nothing at all. Igorok grew up with even greater hatred and became a deserved master of life. And we with our ideas of decency so remained on the bench to dream. Now we have the internet instead of the bench.

It’s an old story, not mine, but I’ll tell it in the first person.

I take the train after work. In the salon, besides me, a guy with a girlfriend and grandfather hung with a bottle of light. The guy with the wild obviously doesn't notice anyone, suck, stick, almost fuck on the seat. The grandfather looks at it all, sneezing, and then says:

Enough there! You are not alone here!

The guy breaks off from the lips of a girlfriend and tastingly sends the grandfather. The offended man turns to the window and applies to the bottle. I watch it all.

Suddenly the girl rings the phone, she gets it and begins to say:

“Yes, Serge, I’m still at work. Feed the child, sleep, sing and go to bed without me... I will be late! My girls and I will be late.

Dedan suddenly jumps up from the place, rushes to the girl and hurts:

Serena is late! Not her job! Not with girls! She is here with a man, Serega! ! to

The place of action is Samara. In the words of a friend.

There were two boys and a girl near the shop:

Give some money to the carmakers from Chelyabinsk.

A friend opens on wiki an article about Chelyabinsk:

The correct answer to the question is 10 rubles.

The carmakers:

Go to NAH.

I had one lady in the brigade. I call her Toni. She loved to talk about her youth. Unfulfilled great love. And how hard it is for her to live when none of her relatives understands her.

And now a few stories related to this lady and happening in front of my eyes.

In the autumn, Tonia sang a labyrinth song about the fact that it was soon winter, and she had nothing to wear in the frost and no money to buy winter things. And here one of the brigades (Vera) tells her.

I have a natural hood at home. I’m a little big, and you’ll be fine. It is in excellent condition because I barely wore it. I can give you free.

You live next to me, right? Can you bring her home immediately?

has brought. I gave.

After a while, this Tony begins to complain to everyone. That dude is beautiful, but the top button is missing! It is not possible to wear it.

Butterfly, you need to find it!

The brigade tried to explain to her that the top button could be tailored to another. It will look like a section. And in any case, the cost of the buttons is not proportional to the cost of the duplicate. And it is cheaper to buy a button than it would take a double.

The frost came. We ask:

Why don’t you wear a double?

He breathes and says sadly:

Butterfly, the Faith never brought me. Yes is. I like it, it is beautiful, warm. There are no buttons! I’m just throwing rubbish in it.

The UPS. Everyone is in shock.

At the age of 45, Tonia suddenly decided she should start smoking.

Tony, are you in your mind? I have not smoked for years and should not start.

Where there. She didn’t just start, she started smoking like an avid professional. I smoked a new cigarette and shook the old with the other hand. Cigarettes are the most expensive. Firefighters are also not the cheapest, but definitely with some kind of Fendibober.

Here someday I come to the brigade, Tonia rides the youth by the ears, as she lacks the money to live. He eats bread with cheap sausages, rarely takes fruits. The vegetables too. In the evening, the light does not turn on, the TV does not watch. Saving electricity.

I am not young. These complaints do not work for me.

Do you say no money? Let’s calculate how much you spend on the chicken. I have a calculator, I think. 1/4 of the salary! Do you say money? Do you have expensive cigarettes? For me, it’s like going to the fortress and throwing a quarter of my salary on the wind. Chicken is not a necessity. They offended me.

3 the summer. During the garden period. Cucumbers, tomatoes, carrots, young potatoes. Some of the brigade lives in their house, others have villas, gardens.

by Toni:

I want fresh vegetables, but I don’t have a garden.

There was a good soul in the brigade, brought her fresh vegetables. Just a bit. One pack full of everything. Tony looks at the package and says astonished:

How do I bring him home?

At the same time, no word of thanks to the man, but with the claim, as she now with a heavy package to go home.

Another UPS.

Here, to my brigade, it finally came to me that Tony represents himself.

Tonya sincerely wondered why no one likes her so fun and open, neither at home nor in the brigade.

Computer games really affect the psyche. As a child, I played Tetris and have been waiting for a long stick since then.

told a familiar man. The search department of GIBDD, receives an appeal from a citizen, with a request to find the hiding culprit of the accident. I have a registrator in my hands. On the recording can be seen as a lady on her car, pulled the standing car of the victim. I wasn’t alone, maybe with my husband. We stopped, we went out, we watched – that’s important!!!) and they left. The numbers on the recording are visible. They quickly found the owner. They called. He was the one who was driving. For some reason, the recording was not shown to her. But on the words, they that there was a recording, according to which she was actually found. Such an act threatens with a fine and deprivation of the WU. But there is one but! If you behave humanly, negotiate with the victim, compensate for the damage, then the inspectors make concessions. In particular, in the explanatory it is written that the culprit did not notice / felt the collision. In this case, there is a chance to get rid of only a fine, without deprivation of the WU. tk. There is no intention of hiding. Exactly, I don't know if the culprit said about it or not.What will happen to the video recording in such a case, where it is visible that the culprit has examined the damage, the story is silent. I know exactly one thing. The inspector himself was tuned to such an outcome of the case... They are also people, and nothing human is foreign to them. I laid before the lady a sheet with an autograph, for an explanatory, left the office for a couple of minutes. Upon returning, he observes the picture: the lady collapsed on the chair, smiling. In the office, there is some man who without embarrassment rows in a folder with materials on this matter. The question – who are you? I answered with her. A man, with several attempts, drives him out into the corridor. And the lady stated that she decided to use Article 51 (right to be silent). Obviously, this is the idea of a dumb man. After such fints, the inspector is no longer tuned for any relief in punishment. There is a video, even if you are silent - you will answer in full! Is that how to understand it? The adult people. Well wrong (with whom it does not happen), committed an accident, well hidden - which is no longer suitable for an adequate adult. You have been found!! They said there was a video!!! What are you stupidly hoping for??? Why are adults so unconscious? Why are they not able to respond with dignity for an offence? And here are such strangers on the letter M, (from the words of the inspectors) then shout "menti-cats." P.S Be human and there will be people around you. I do not work in organs.

Deputies have proposed to close websites after the tragedy in Kerch. But not one deputies did not propose to close the Duma, after tragedies arranged on the roads by drunk deputies.

It is best to keep the conversation in silence. Not to confuse the interlocutor with a careless word with an important thought.

How many people do we meet over the years? Probably thousands. How many do we remember? Probably hundreds. How many communicate? Probably a few dozen. Past acquaintances with time are forgotten, and only sometimes, wherever taken, appears.

“Notice from the Past”

Instead of an epigram, an old joke.

“A Jew is in the tram and he is looking side by side. Yes, I know that, I know that, but I don’t know that. He is so happy with himself, holding a bouquet of flowers. Who is he such? I will argue logically. In our city Jews can work either in commerce or in the theatre. I work in the business, but I don’t know him. He works in the theatre.

Where is he going? Too late for the rehearsal, too early for the show. Probably going to the mistress. To whom is he going?

Three hundred in the city.

– Herman Oskarovich, why do you think math schools are not needed?
I don’t think you need anything, you just have to start with something.

At work today I looked into the refrigerator where my piece of cake stood with the note "Admin cake! “”

There is no cake on the plate, but there is a note: "Muses can't read."

Isn’t it shit?

xxx: But the humpiness is quite frozen, to hit a guy with a girl began only in the early 2000s, at least with us.

YYY: We thought it wasn’t a comilf. It was possible to quietly carry the girl at night home past the courtyard hops, and on the way back it would be stunned.

Zzzz: What a noble bitch

We went to Karusel a day ago, wanted sweets and went to the cake department. There we saw such a picture: a mommy stands, carefully studying the composition on some packaging, next to a small child in a wheelchair, and two older, five years old, at this time brewing the bakery. By the time we approached, all the packages were opened on the nearby shelves and everything was tried. We look at it in shock, here one of the little ones runs to her mom, swallows her bite cookies and says - Take, mom, it's not delicious. What the barley calmly answers - not delicious - throw away!

End of O_O

Not my, but my friend’s words. further from his face.

Released from the order, pressed "free", struck the parking lot near the church and stunned the car.

I sit and make orders.

A wart is separated from the doorstep, approaches me and knocks in the glass.

I listen to.

You cannot stand here.

and yes? I look around looking for a circle sign, I can’t find it. And why?

Parking for customers.

He cried, he said, to tears. But he left.

In strings and lithium in front of a 10-year-old son? Then he will be angry when he starts shaking on her. And he will start.

YYY: And my Daddy walks in cowards, but I never looked at him sexually. So a normal child does not identify his parents with sex and so on.

That’s because it’s not in the strings.

ZZZ: What did you get from?

I met with a guy. He introduced me to my parents, the evening was wonderful, the parents - a miracle. But it happened that we began to communicate very closely with his mother. We went shopping, discussed everything and, in general, became her daughter, as it usually happens, but a girlfriend. Once we went to the cinema with her, and then decided to go shopping. After a while, I decided to call the guy and ask where he was. To this question, he replied, “Mom asked for help, I go with her.” He didn’t say anything, turned off. His mother calls to him and asks where he is. He says he is walking with me. Both are laughing and hysterical. I call his friend and say, “He said he’ll meet you today, is he there?He replied, “Yes, he just went to the toilet with him. The other friend said exactly the same phrase. His mother for some reason immediately remembered his former: they came to her Instagram, a new story - she is in a neighboring house, across the road from us. Of course, we went there immediately. Oh a miracle! We see her son and my boyfriend along with this ex. His mother decided to make an original exposure: we took a selfie where this couple was visible. Then I decided to write in the ck: sweet, are you still with your mom? The answer is “Yes.” "What a coincidence, I too" and attached photo. You would see his face. I love this woman - a tracker, I't even think of it.

My parents hid BP from Dendi but I quickly found where to clean it. Then they decided to take the entire console, and I twisted the fee and gave them the body and some left bp)

As a child, many were forbidden from playing consoles or computers, and I was no exception. I was taken away and locked in the garage. Which was quite far from home. But since I wanted to play very much, and there was no possibility to break the massive slot (I tried), I made a bribe. On the way from school, I walked behind the console in the garage, and closer to the arrival of my parents ran from all my legs to return the console to its place.