I do not fully understand why we should try to remain normal people in spite of the efforts of the Ministry of Culture, the Ministry of Education and federal television channels. Not because of them...

From the 1980s, the period of dry law. In the student group (wife, not mine), after Afghanistan came a guy. Rehabilitation was quite emotional, even stormy. One day he is summoned to the Military Command and in solemn military conditions he is awarded the medal "For combat merits". The boy from the overwhelming memories took great on his chest. On the way home, he was stopped and sent to the department. When drawing up the protocol, seeing the award, the mint did not go cattle, immediately released, advising not to get drunk anymore.
It takes about a week (maybe two). He is again summoned to the military command and in even more solemn military command conditions is awarded the Order of the Red Star. The guy from even more overwhelmed feelings takes on his chest. On the way home, he stops and takes (or picks up) a suit. The same officer makes a protocol with the words: "I asked not to get caught. Tell me you got the order.” What was his reaction when the hero, barely waving his tongue, drove into his pocket and got it (order). Here the menta of him on the "moonwalk" with all honors brought home and asked that the next time he did not get drunk.

You can often hear the phrase: if you don’t like to live here, then move somewhere, to another country.
But if there are rats or cockroaches in the house, they are murdered, exterminated, and not left the house.

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YYY is reduced.

It all started well, with a precise hit in the letter "u".

Then went the black strip - the author ticked "c" instead of "m" (located nearby). Then “o” because I didn’t know what was written by “a”. And in the end, again the error, "o" instead of the desired "l".

Then incredible luck, the author gets into a pair of letters, it is "i" and "sh".

The letter "yo" is not respected by the author, so instead of it, it is printed "e".

Then either mistakes or saves (in the court of the crisis) and prints one "n" instead of the necessary two.

In the end, he tries to quickly and effectively complete the word by alternately clicking on the tightly located "o" and "g", but does so in the wrong sequence.

Thus is our Frankenstein born – Usooishengogg

Good morning, 10 in the morning. I am in the distance, a child in the distance.

I go into her room. and sleep. There is a phone and laptop nearby. Next D – I am I.

Q: What lessons do you have today?

D, he lifts his head, opens his eyes: I’m already going to class, physical education. He closes his eyes and lowers his head on the pillow.

Maybe it’s time to get up? Go to wash.

He raises his head: I can’t. Only for change. He lowers his head on the pillow.

Teisha lives in the PGT 50 km away. from my city. The wife and children gathered to visit her, usually arrived on the bus, but now there were a lot of bags, decided to call a taxi. Well called the price to find out in the local taxi driver, and there what the amount is called, in general that is a lot for our muchosransk, to my indignation explained to me, the money is taken for the road in both directions, said back the car is empty, although they pick up companions on the track and cook good.

Well what to do, called the car, I was in front, the wife with the children in the back, came to the carrier, things were unloaded, I paid for everything, I sat behind, and I say, they said they went :), and the driver looked at me so surprised, said where they went, well I explained to him, the money was paid for the road in both directions, I am not going to stay at the carrier, I just came for the company, so tie me home, here he was burning, I blade my face almost not broken from a smile :)

But that's not all, on the road he takes two companions, they go out at the entrance to the city, pull him money to pay, and I take them stupidly, on the claim of the taxi driver I answer that for a taxi I paid, so that while everyone in him is counting with me, I blatantly thought that his heart would refuse, he continued to the very end in silence, the mood for another week was just upset.

My son was 4 years old and his daughter was already in school. They were infected with pediculosis. With the son, the problem was easily solved - they cut under zero, but with the daughter they were tormented. She had very thick hair under her shoulders. It was a pity to shave. I tried all the drugs, scratched - nothing helped. It was under the New Year. The daughter asked for a hairstyle "like the princess" - wave-shaped hair "hofre". In those years there were only stitches for straightening hair with iron plates, as well as plates for hoffers in the set. The hair was glorious. After a few days, we realized that we had got rid of the problem. We just burned all the insects and their eggs.

It was in the late 90s. I was young, strong in health, had a lukewarm and slightly stupid look. And I had in my friends two girls who are direct fans of horses, all talk only about them, the rooms are glued with posters, etc. And they were bound to a farm to help clean up the horses, paying for their work was in the form of "ride for free on any as much as you want." And every weekend they are there, from 6 a.m. to 10 p.m. Razek and I signed up with them on this adultery (young, the harmonium boils, and they only see horses), I say, it was bad. Not the essence. It was up to the cracks. They bring me a cabbage, small, gray face, the back is bended, speak to you, roll. I say, who are you taking me for? I grew up in the village, I have driven these horses since I was six (and I did not lie here, it was). Give me that black and healthy! And they are for me, he is a fucking, but a fucking head... Let’s put on the seat, now let’s see who of us is fucking,” I replied, like a real Hussar. The point is, we went. Everything seems to be normal, the horse seems to be quiet as well, I am like George, a fucking cowboy with a cigarette in his teeth and a hat. What are we going first? I thought, and stopped the vehicle. It was my mistake. This wickedness like broken from the place with the bucket, up to the spark from under the pipe. The hat flew away, the oak I swallowed, we go. We go very fast, running straight. And here the forest road goes to the right, not 90 degrees, but more than 45. I pull, I say turn, fucking, and he strikes straight. And right here we have a weed, grown with ivy, and then a pine bush. I’m already all over the clutches, swallow, contemporary. The horse turned to my side. I look, he scattered and married me with one eye, saying that’s a fucking trick. And it jumps through the rainbow from the move (there was exactly 3 meters in width), in the very, the fox, the dwarf. They jumped through the crossroads, still two, I ate the leaves along the way, lost the straw, but fast so for the hryvnia grabbed and by inertia on myself so and go, tpr-u, fucking!!! And then this pitcher of the eared horse completely flowed the roof, he ran on his own, like Allah, and in the pine from all the way. For a few seconds, I was rubbed by the blow. I sneak, fucking, hanging on a pine, at a height of two meters above the ground, grabbed her with my hands and feet and teeth, not to let go. He returned alone. I sat on a pedestal near the fence, I sat, I glued the road. After ten minutes, the cock comes back. I went out, I said, I fell. And he came to me, and laid his face on my shoulder, and cried on his own. Okay, okay what you are, everything was okay.

There are men working in the department, slightly full. Every morning, coming to work, the first thing to do is to drink 2 glasses of water from the refrigerator, and the third glass takes with you and drinks for 10-15 minutes. The boss knocked him.

"I was not noticed in drunkenness, but in the morning I drank cold water," the man replied, "just if I drink this water at home, my coat will not clog."

A ruler surrounded by a deeply equalized crowd of Holois tends to always be captured by his illusions about the real world of real people.

It has its shop. The treasurer immediately moved to another city, and I stood up at the box for a week. Some visitors who like me personally, I bought some discount cards, trials, pleasant little things. One day a woman came, didn't even say hello, and then she also bullied consultants (some didn't even approach her), and then demanded something to buy. When I told her that I was doing it as I wanted, she started screaming and calling the director. The director is here. I have not felt so well yet.

In 2021, Russian pensioners will be checked for other incomes to exclude surcharges and pensions.
- Well, a person can not live on an ordinary pension, so he steals, - commented D. Peskov.