Well, the quarantine on Christmas the Germans will somehow tolerate, but on Kurban-Bayram they can rebell.

Mom travels to work on a white Taurage and regularly meets a woman on a black Taurage along the way. After a couple of weeks of such meetings, they began to signal each other, as a greeting, and skip each other.

But here, my mother went on a week trip. When she returned and went to work, she saw a familiar black Taurug. They were compared on the light and here a woman looks out of the black car window:

Hello to you! You are where? I thought you had a crown!

xxx: By the way, one of the unobtrusive advantages of life in the "province" - if you see that the 495 region is ringing, you can immediately throw the bell. The probability of spam is 99.99%.

Yyy: But there is a 0.01% chance that they will be called from the Field of Miracles.

xxx: 0,000001 we in the province do not so believe in miracles.

Act of 1.

The city beach of Pushkin Lenoblasty, I go into the cabin to change clothes and see on the ground the top and bottom of a girl's (judging by the size of a 10-11 year old girl) swimsuit.

Act of 2.

I lift and shake over the wall of the cabin - the swimsuit hangs on the wall. I dress up and prepare to wear swimsuits.

Act of 3. (His details I learned after the fifth act, from the words of the wife)

The passing guy, who missed my entrance to the cabin and recorded only the last stroke of the second act - the swimsuit that appeared - decides on the adventure and in the expectation of the spectacle, desperately and boldly dive under the lower wall of the cabin, on which the swimsuit hangs and... see... let's say, the hobbit))

Act of 4.

From the rasynchron - expectation / reality - the boy drags up and back, at the lower edge of the wall, he breaks his ear and with a whisper, fountaining with blood, runs away from the cabin, falls and watches to the cabin...

Act of 5.

I run away, covering up with shorts - people in the shower... from ruthless executions saved the wife - told the details of the third act, otherwise, the PZDC...

The director said today:



In the middle of November, on Saturday, our driver calls,

I was hit, what to do, the guilty has no insurance.

Call Haishnikov, what else to do?

The Haishnikovs arrived quite quickly, drafted, taught the culprit of fines. We have a five-ton worker with a booth at the culprit of Honda some lightweight. He managed to break the truck's lighthouse, wash the door, the leg and the glass from the door fell out, and something else in the little things. They formed up and ran away.

I call the driver of the Honda:

We need to meet and discuss compensation.

I can’t do it, I can’t do it, I’m always late at work.

“Well, then at eight nine in the evening, is it normal?

is normal.

In the evening a ringtone, a loud voice in the phone,

Who are you? Why do you appoint my brother in the evening in the dark? What do you want to do with him?

– No... but he works during the day, he can’t, and the problem has to be solved.

We agreed on Saturday afternoon.

The culprit, his brother and some other “expert” come and start to crack:

- you have insurance, it will pay you what you need more, and in general you hardly owe us for what hasishnikov caused and those fines were issued to us...

Hardly, with the help of the Internet explained to them that the OSAGO does not work so and the insurance must be with the culprit.

Okay, we got it done, we went to the STOCKS to count the damage. In several visited - an average of 38 thousand estimated and started:

You have a hernia here, you buy glass for a ruble, you buy a Chinese lighthouse, you knock the door with a hammer, you have a working machine... we will give you a maximum of a tenth.

We did not meet shortly.

The next week the car came for examination. There counted 69, plus experts, plus a lawyer 15 and to the court.

The defendant appears to have received:

- I have 38, today I can take, I have two children, the car is bad and it is cold on the street, enter the position...

He said no, and the lawyer paid for it.

Is that what such people think? ? to

I remembered a moment from the gym. He worked with iron in his youth. Worked drunk, not professional, of course, but tried. Young and stupid. Actually a moment. In the middle of the training enters the room a girl, all so cute. And our comrade, Statue is not offended, let us stand before her. It will pass, and so on. Then he loaded the strap on the steam straight under his limit. At that moment, give god the memory of about 250 kg. In front of her! With a grief and a cry, he took the weight, proudly looked around and went to us. After 15 minutes comes the coach (he is the master) – “You guys, it’s quieter. Then the girl approached and complained that some sweat man was following her and whistling under her ear.

I slide, I try not to slide. By the way, I go in winter barbers, but still very hard, ice, I would say, perfect. I go through a rather difficult area, trying to walk into safer places, somewhere the ice is cracked, somewhere a little grass or leaves pass through. A woman falls behind me.

Man, are you normal? ! to

I: Are you me?

J: And who else?

I: And what did I do?

J: Why did you go here?

I: In the sense?

J: Well I followed you!

I: And what about me? ! to

In response to the dissatisfied bragging about how bad I am, and I hastily decided to go away...

Two studies conducted in 1978 and 1982 showed that when women offer sex to strangers, the likelihood of consent is 75%, and when men ask for sex is 0%.

We must not ask but offer.

zzz: Aha, fuck it, I created it.

I remember in Cambodia settled with friends in neighboring hotels, I did not know the number of the number, and I came to call them, they did not understand his name and just showed me photocopies of all the passports that settled in the last day. Of course it was not a 5 star hotel, but for Cambodia it was quite expensive and good hotel)

Seed Paphos - you will harvest stems

Not the mine. sent by a friend.

The fungus is a plant or an animal?

What do the mushrooms think about?

In 2000, Professor Toshiuki Nakagaki, a biologist and physicist from Hokkaido University in Japan, took a sample of a yellow mold fungus and placed it at the entrance to a labyrinth that is used to test the intelligence and memory of mice. At the other end of the labyrinth he placed a cubic of sugar.

Physarum polycephalum seemed to smell sugar and began sending his seeds to look for it. The spiders of the mushroom divided at each crossroads of the labyrinth, and those of them that fell into a deadlock turned and began to look in other directions. For several hours, mushroom spiders filled the labyrinth passages, and by the end of the day one of them found its way to sugar.

Then Toshiuki and a group of his researchers took a piece of the spider fungus involved in the first experiment and placed it at the entrance of a copy of the same labyrinth, also with a cube of sugar at the other end.

What happened struck everyone. At the first moment, the spider branched into two: one process paved its way to sugar, without a single overturn, the other - scratched on the labyrinth wall and crossed it directly, on the ceiling, straight to the goal. The fungal web not only remembered the road, but also changed the rules of the game.

“I have dared to resist the tendency to treat these creatures as plants. When you study mushrooms for several years, you start to pay attention to two things. First, mushrooms are closer to the animal world than it seems. Secondly, their actions sometimes appear to be the result of a conscious decision. I thought that the mushrooms should be given the opportunity to try to solve the puzzles...” – Toshiuki Nakagaki.

Further research has found that mushrooms can plan transport routes no worse and much faster than professional engineers.

Toshiuki took a map of Japan and placed pieces of food in places corresponding to the major cities of the country. He put the mushrooms “on Tokyo.” After 23 hours, they built a linear network of networks to all the pieces of food. The result was an almost accurate copy of the rail network around Tokyo.

"It is not so difficult to connect several dozen points, but to connect them effectively and most economically - it is not easy. I believe that our research will not only help understand how to improve infrastructure, but also how to build more efficient information networks.” by Toshiyuki Nakagaki.

The mystery of another creature.

According to modest estimates, there are about 160,000 people on Earth. There are many strains of mushrooms, most of which have impressive abilities.

For example, in Chernobyl, a fungus was found that feeds on radioactive products and, at the same time, purifies the air around it.

This fungus was found on the wall of a destroyed nuclear plant, which for many years after the disaster continued to produce radiation that destroys everything living within a radius of several kilometers.

While exploring the Amazon forests, two biologists from Yale University have discovered a fungus called Pestalotiopsis microspora capable of decomposing plastic. This ability was discovered when the fungus ate the cup of Petri in which it was grown.

So far, neither our science nor our technology is capable of this. Plastic pollution is one of the biggest technological problems. Today we have great hopes for this fungus.” – Professor Scott A. Stroble

Geneticists from the American Institute of Bioenergy managed to that the strain of mushrooms more quickly digest natural sugar - xylose. The potential significance of this discovery lies in creating a new, cheap and fast way to produce clean biofuel.

It would seem, how does a “primitive” organism, without a brain and limited in movement, do wonders beyond science?

To try to understand the world of mushrooms, you need to explain something first.

Shiitake, portabello and champignon are not just names of edible mushrooms. Each of them is a living organism representing a network of millions of the finest webs underground. Looking from the ground mushrooms are just the “fingerpoints” of these networks, the “tools” with which the body spreads its seeds. Each of these “fingers” contains thousands of disputes. They are spread by the wind and animals.

When the spores fall into the ground, they create new networks and grow new mushrooms.

This creature breathes oxygen.

It is so unusual from a biological point of view that it is attributed to its own kingdom, separating it from both animals and plants.

But what do we really know about this form of life?

We do not know what causes the underground system of spiders at a certain point to release mushrooms to the surface of the earth; why one mushroom grows toward one tree and the other toward the other; and why some of them produce deadly poisons while others are tasty, beneficial and odorable.

“In some cases, we can’t even predict the timetable of their development. The mushrooms can appear in three years, and they can appear in 30 years after their spore has found a suitable tree.

In other words, we don’t know even the most basic things about mushrooms.” Michael Pollan, a researcher

The Queen of the Dead.

“We find it difficult to understand mushrooms because of their anatomical structure. When you take a tomato in your hand, you hold the whole tomato as it is. But you can’t break the mushroom and explore its structure. The fungus is just the fruit of a large and complex organism. The grid is too thin to be cleaned off the ground without damaging it.” Sguela Motspi, a microbiologist

Another problem is that most forest fungi cannot be domesticated and are very difficult to grow, both for research and industrial purposes.

"They only choose a certain bed, they decide when to germinate. Often their choice falls on old trees that cannot be moved elsewhere. And even if we plant hundreds of suitable trees in the forest and scatter billions of disputes on the ground, there will be no guarantee of getting mushrooms at a reasonable time,” said Michael Pollan, the researcher.

The systems of nutrition, growth, reproduction and energy production in mushrooms are completely different than in animals.

They do not have chlorophyll and therefore, unlike plants, they do not use direct sun energy.

Champignons, shiitake, and portabello, for example, grow on a floor of worn plants.

Like animals, fungi digest food, but, unlike them, digest food outside their bodies: fungi release enzymes that break down organic matter into its components and then absorb these molecules.

If the soil is the stomach of the globe, the mushrooms are its digestive juices.

Without their ability to decompose and process organic substances, the earth would have long been suffocated.

Dead matter would accumulate indefinitely, the carbon cycle would be interrupted, and all living things would be left without food.

“In our research, we focus on life and growth, but in nature, death and disintegration are equally important. The mushrooms are the undisputed rulers of the kingdom of death. There are so many of them in the cemeteries.

But the biggest secret is the enormous energy of mushrooms.

There are fungi that can break the asphalt, shine in the dark, process a bunch of petrochemical waste overnight and turn it into a edible and nutritious product.

The fungus Coprinopsis atramentaria is able to grow a fruit body in a few hours and then, in a day, to turn into a shell of black ink.

Hallucinogenic fungi change the consciousness of people.

There are poisonous fungi that can kill an elephant. And the paradox is that they all contain a tiny amount of calories that researchers typically use to measure energy.

Our way of measuring energy does not seem to fit here.

Calories characterize the solar energy stored in plants. But the mushrooms are poorly associated with the sun.

They grown at night and wandered during the day. Their energy is something entirely different.” — Michael Pollan, researcher.

Internet underground.

The fungus is a complex infrastructure on which all the plants in the world are located. In ten cubic centimeters of soil can be found eight kilometers of its networks. The foot of a man covers about half a million kilometers of tightly located networks. Paul Stemetz, a mycologist

What’s going on in those networks?

In the early 1990s, the idea first emerged that the network of these networks not only transmitted food and chemicals, but was also a smart and self-learning network of communication. Considering even small sections of this network, it is easy to know the familiar structure.

The graphic image of the internet looks exactly the same. The network is branched, and if one of the branches fails, it is quickly replaced by circumference paths. Its nodes, located in strategic areas, are better supplied with power at the expense of less active places, and are enlarged. These networks have sensitivity. And each web can transmit information to the entire network.

There is no central server. Each web is independent, and the information it collects can be transmitted to the network in all directions.

"Therefore, the basic model of the Internet has existed at all times, but it was hidden in the earth." Paul Stemetz, a mycologist

The network itself may seem to grow to infinity. For example, in the state of Michigan, a fungus was found that grew underground to an area of nine square kilometers. Its age is estimated to be about 2000 years old.

When does the network decide to grow mushrooms?

Sometimes the cause is a danger to the future of the network. If the forest feeding the network burns, the fungus stops receiving sugars from the tree roots. Then she grows mushrooms at the most distant ends so that they spread fungal spores, “release” her genes and give them the opportunity to find a new place. So came the expression “flies after the rain.” The rain washes off organic rot from the earth and, in essence, deprives the network of its source of power - then the network and sends "rescue units" with disputes in search of a new shelter.

A nightmare for everybody.

“Finding a new home” is another thing that distinguishes mushrooms from the animal and plant kingdom.

There are fungi that spread their spores like fruits spread their seeds.

Others produce pheromones that cause living beings to obsessively thirst for them. Collectors of white truffles are used to search for pigs, as the smell of these mushrooms is similar to the smell of alpha-kaban.

However, there are more complex and cruel ways of spreading mushrooms.

Observation of the West African ants of the species Megaloponera foetens has recorded that they climb high trees every year, and with such force swallow their jaw in the trunk that after that they can not free themselves and die.

Previously, there were no cases of mass suicide of ants.

It turned out that the insects acted against their will, and someone else sent them to death.

The reason - the smallest spores of mushrooms

Putin said he was scared by the scenes of violence on TV. So he has not yet checked out until the time when the children are collected for SMS treatment!

Three words are two words.

A pandemic that was diagnosed with inaccurate tests

They are fighting against an untested vaccine.

Once the famous chemist Davey received by mail from an unknown messenger the recording of his lectures on chemistry in a beautiful interplay.
Admired by the clarity and accuracy of the presentation, Davey found a talented trickster and invited him to work together. His name was Faraday.
Later, Dewey said, “My greatest scientific discovery was that I discovered Faraday!

Sarah to her husband:
Immediately apologize to the shnerzons!
The husband of Sarah:
I will not apologize!
and no. You will apologize!
Okay okay.
The man calls the Schneersonen number:
Is this the Siddhartha apartment?
No is!
Sorry please!

The old man gathered his children before he died and said, “Bring me a crown.”

The kids said they only have a robot vacuum cleaner.

The old man said, “Then break the robot vacuum cleaner.”

The children said, “He’s already broken.”

Here is a story about how I had a hostel in Moscow on the Garden Ring for 3 years. I’ll explain immediately, my partner and I didn’t understand anything about this business at the time, just decided to earn a bucket at the 2018 FIFA World Cup, so we were wildly distracted by what was happening.



We bought a ready-made business, reviewed the heroic cloud of options, and the main problem was always that the owners could not normally reduce the business numbers, everything looked lipy. As a result, a month later, they found one small for 35 places, watched the flow of people for 2 weeks and bought.



This story is not about business, but about people, so let me immediately write the numbers: bought for 3.5 million rubles, the room was rented, everything went off in 15 months, at the World Cup earned very well, more than expected, and closed due to a new tenant (Menta).He put forward such conditions that it was cheaper to sell everything and leave. There was also a pandemic, profits fell, and I was already in the states. In general, even with this arrangement, we earned more than the business plan envisaged, I do not regret the money. But here we survived just the PZDC as much as the whole lotus.



The former owner is the administrator. The lady of 40, worked for more than one year, lived for 2 weeks directly in the hostel, because her apartment was in the distant suburb of Moscow, which we had at hand, and still did the job of a cleaner to get 2 sp. We bought the hostel in December and everything was fine.



But there was this lady with a young bearded man from a hot southern republic. He spent the whole day with her in the hostel, stayed for the night, but I was not against, the guy seemed to be adequate and watched for order among the tenants. In the first two weeks, everything went straight, nooh.



On January 1, at 7 in the morning, I wake up from the lion of badun at home from the phone call. The tenant calls and says, “Come soon, I’ve found your number, there’s shit, police, blood, meat, disassembly.” In panic, I ran into the hostel and shook from what happened. It turns out...



On New Year's Eve, the tenants and the administrator decided to arrange a small party, although it is forbidden, they covered the table, champagne, all the affairs, but here the giant begins a quarrel with his lady and to show all the tenants his giantness, he grabs a knife and beats them his love straight under the ribs.



The men break down to scatter them, some fierce macheteer begins, someone causes mentiers, the jihit attacks and, in the end, an army comes to them, this camouflage is twisted and taken away, but he has time to scream that he will definitely finish what he has begun, as he returns. The lady runs away.



In short, I come in the morning, there are investigators, taking testimonies from everyone. The main cameras were turned aside, nothing is visible. In the hostel a fucking man, the administrator ran away. A miracle did not break the box. In general, from this 1st of January I appeared gray hair.



Also, new residents come and cheer from what they have seen. Within a few hours, the mints leave, I begin to put order. Here fall two healthy bearded bodies from the same republic. One of them is our brother Liu Kang. He from the threshold begins to tell me how long and painful



He will cut off my head if his brother is closed. The second wart suddenly gets the Xive of the Investigative Committee and promises to find a barrel of heroin directly in the hostel if I do not find the administrator who has had time to roll the claim. In short, the fucking fun. I guessed the tactics. Here is she.



The “stupid” tactic. I didn’t start calling friends from the same SK or just bullshit. I stupidly rubbed the fool, who like from the series on NTV: "no, you che, guys, I'm that che, but, guys, just calm down, New Year, let's do better." After five minutes of discussion, they realized that



I am full of dumbobs, have nothing to take from me and leave. And never returned again. One hour later, a missing manager called me. In tears she told me everything I wrote above. She hid from her friend and was even afraid to go to the hospital to fill her hole in her side.



And then there was a moment that I suddenly began to respect myself. She allowed some to live in debt, but it was on her salary. At that time, the debtors were almost half of her. And you know, I’m not boasting, but I’ve never felt so sorry for anyone before. The debt was forgiven her, sent out a full package with one condition that she would no longer be close to the hostel. So they separated. But the race forward, the condition she did not fulfill and we had more problems afterwards because of her.



I chased further. The biggest discovery I’ve made for myself while holding a hostel is what kind of shit is happening in the center of Moscow. Previously, it seemed to be dangerous on the outskirts of the bedrooms, but because there, in the center, is just an uncontrollable chaos of crime, which has constantly flowed to us.



One day, in the middle of the night, an omon broke in and laid everyone on the floor. They were looking for a man who armed attacked the menta (WTF??). I have never been told that this is our fucking hostel. They just broke the door, broke half of the furniture, put it in the fucker to the tenant who did not want to wake up, and left.



The poor worker man lived with us for three months, but he was so offended that he left the next day. I was so sorry, I offered him to live for free as a compensation, but he silently gathered and left. I am still upset by him (



There were two hosts. Of course, I didn’t know what they were doing at first, but one day a district officer came and told me that there were more than 20 episodes of theft in a couple of my tenants. The problem is that they robbed the subway 50 meters from the hostel and then went home.



The drug addicts came in packages. This is a separate shit. Over time, we began to count them as grandmothers in the store. The scheme is this: the man decides to kill himself naked for a day, he can not go home to his mom, and in the hostel it is cheaper and safer than on the street. This fucking miracle came to us.



My poor administrators, they saw no less than the sanitary of the drug dispenser. For the first few months of min 2 times a week, an ambulance came to us to pick up another traveller. And it was almost impossible to calculate some, adequate people come, and in an hour they begin to shrink.



One thing I remember straight. He killed a whore and started falling on the walls. Go straight, fuck your head. They called an ambulance again, but a man-working man came out of the neighboring room after the shift, wrote Tom Tarzan in a whip, cut it off and went back to sleep. The ambulance took the body.



It’s hard to describe what happened to me in those days. Very quickly I started to be afraid of the phone ringing, because if they were calling from the hostel, it means there was a shit again. I don’t joke, I have panic attacks sometimes. At the same time, I still worked on a normal job in parallel.



You don’t think there were only margins. 50-60% of the tenants - workers, lived constantly, someone for years, paid properly, even helped to put order. Here is the other half...



Theft happened constantly. I’m used to talking to menta every week. And the "gastrolers" were also constantly settled: the guy will live a day to chew on the bags, and sick. Who is to blame afterwards? It is right, hostel. A man had stolen an old laptop.



He demanded from the administrator the number of the owner (me), allegedly I now have to compensate for everything. Of course, he was sympathetized, but sent us. The man promised to burn the hostel and kill my whole family. But I was not afraid, because I was threatened every month by offended tenants, I got used to it.



For example, the man does not pay a week, he is hinted that it is time to drop, and he in response promises to pursue me and pierce his head. There were a lot of such idiots. And some behave so fucking that you really don’t doubt his intentions.



But most of all, I was fucked by the dirty toilet. It’s shit, I still hate sanitary. The room was arranged so that on each toilet a separate pump was placed, which was blocked from the mess of any undigested pasta.



Therefore, everywhere fun signs Nothing to throw into the uniform. And you know what? These piddars specifically threw everything there so that I could get rid of it: slanders, scratches, bite dishes, and bark almost spare parts from the Boeing. Then the sanitary came and took 2k from me for the challenge. First this



It was almost three times a week. Then we started tracking the fools through the cameras. Literally straight, watched who was there for how long and if the toilet worked afterwards. And it worked, they put the fools out on the street. Ordinary residents were then overwhelmed because



Because of these fools they had to run to the toilet to the neighboring shopping center to fuck. There was a similar type of terrorism. Some of the offended haters carried bugs and gathered. We also calculated them, although it took 4 months. Because of this, we had to order processing.



Almost every 2 weeks and each cost 15k. Imagine how much money we lost on that. And all because of the offended webbans we refused to settle for free.



At first, battles were frequent and almost always started by brothers from the southern republics. After six months, we decided to stop settling them. Let me forgive the good people from the southern peoples, but we had no other option to stop this shit.



They could fight because of any hernias. Once, a guy knocked another fork in his hand for the nard. Fuck the nerds. Something he didn’t like about that game. Another time one was caught stealing someone else’s food and arranged a dark one for him at night. Fucking in jail.



When I expelled one of them for another such shit, I was promised to cut off my head again. I have stopped paying attention to it. In general, so it went with a variable shit, as suddenly after 2 years returns to Liu Kang from the beginning of the story



He sat down, went out for good behavior and came to the hostel because... you’re now shaking up... because he got married to that grandmother whom he struck with a knife at the beginning of the trade, and came to demand that we take her back to work and get it back as it was.



I was in the U.S. then, my partner understood it. It ended with all 10 rosgardists, knocked-out doors and another arrest of that dude. He still said that his brother (the same who came to me for a breakup) was killed, we are also to blame for this and we will soon answer for it.



At the World Cup we were all booked and we could not leave permanent residents. Some rebelled and came only with the police. And one man filed against me for this in court)) in the real court. And then he made a statement that we were selling drugs directly in the hostel.



The WM itself was calm. I could never find an administrator with English, so I had to work there myself for a month. And you know what? Foreigners have never killed the Unix. No once fucking. We hanged a sign in three languages and that’s it! This is the difference in mentality.



Time to finish. I don’t regret anything, but I still have nightmares about a fucking hostel. We earned money, but if I knew how much mental health it would take, I’t have signed up for that adventure in my life. The End.

A small cafeteria, the beginning of zero, sits a decent uncle of forty years old, eats a salad, drinks juice, all ranks a servant. He sits with his back to the door, which is important, strictly behind the back of the hangar on which his jacket hangs. The cafe is full of people, people communicate, eat, have fun.

Suddenly another quite decently dressed gentleman appears in the door, looks around, sees the back of the above-mentioned gentleman, his jacket, smiles mysteriously and begins to sculpt him. Very pathetic, with grimace, and if someone pays attention to him, he presses his finger to his lips and smiles mysteriously again. Well, the people say that there is a place to be a fun joke, according to the current "prank", is called. The audience calmed down and watched the show.

The newcomer, curling up, gets to the dining chair, carefully removes the jacket from the hanging, throws it on himself, and evilly smiles up his knees and leaves the institution. Waiting for the first man’s reaction. And she was. He ate, calculated, began to look for his jacket. He searches and doesn’t know where he’s gone. Everybody around is restrained. A minute later, someone can’t stand it and says, man, don’t torment, a friend has played you, a jacket has struck you. He is waiting for you on the street.

A man comes into a distressing state and says that he has no one in this city, he came on a business trip for a couple of days and no one knows here.

It was not a prank. The jacket was never found.

The younger son yesterday burned with the desire to write a letter to Santa Claus. A child 8 years.

What gift do you want to ask for? - ask with such a clever interest, so that the New Year's miracle to the child.

The Encyclopedia! He joyfully declares. Well, of course, we were delighted – a beautiful child is looking for knowledge, and not for all the fun there.

He wrote a letter, giving to check, so that Santa Claus because of mistakes did not decide to refuse him in the gift for the new year. We read:

“Father Christmas, please give me an encyclopedia, and my best friend Artem a new playstation! »

Rejoice even more – for a friend asks, but still the question can not be asked:

“Son, why do you ask for yourself only an encyclopedia and for a friend a whole console? ! to

And he and I promised to exchange Christmas presents!