Brotherly

Lips, nose and nose are raspberry colored. Breathed with deep wrinkles - bright blue. A bride of lemon color. The habitated eyes and a fierce, clichy smile complement the resemblance of the face to the painted ritual Nigerian mask. Looking at it from the “facade.”

From the rear, in the eyes of the viewer throws the ass with a short, almost pigish tail. From the root of the tail, the naked skin of the buttocks differs to the sides, changing the color from red-violet to basil.

Mandrill is considered the most colored monkey in the world.

Despite his brutal appearance, Ruslan, so called the hero of this story, is rarely kind, sociable and obedient. And yet, when the outer image and the soul are in sharp contradiction, unforeseen situations happen.

Mandrill lived in a moving Rostov cottage cottage with him from city to city. Every night, after the closure, he was released from the cage to disintegrate. The disciplined monkey common trust and never went outside the office territory.

Only once, in a southern town, where the animal was standing next to the market, the sensitive smell of the beast was delivered to the magic smells of ripe fruits. Probably they acted on Mandrill, like girl fluids and the smell of mommy cakes on the soldier of the first.

And Ruslan died in a selfie.

The market was already closed. Only one late Armenian re-calculated the daily income, concentrating on laying down the bills on the counter. Suddenly someone’s hairy hand lay on the money. The seller shouted angrily and looked up. In a half-meter in front of the horrifying sculpture, then silently crawled through the lips, then revealed huge, sharp like swords, spikes. Ruslan, as he could, showed his friendliness and tolerance. No one could assess it anymore. The Armenian man lay faint under the counter.

Having lost interest in a new acquaintance, the self-guided man filled his baggage bags with little stuff, grabbed paper money and joyfully rushed out to meet the staff of the animal who came out to look for him.

The seller was removed, and the incident became public. The next day, a company of young men in sports costumes approached the cage with Ruslan. They left a box with fruits next to the grid and stood for a long time discussing the appearance of the caretaker. “Brother, look at me. You’re the same when you’re angry.” What is the name of the monkey? How is? Oh I cannot! I have to tell the Russians tomorrow, let the heavy share send.”
Ruslan, sitting in a cage, smiled to people and, as he could, expressed his fraternal attitude to the world around him.

Author Igor Sitnikov

The phrase of Barbara Sergeevna Plush, the governor of the "Diamond Hand" ("and if they don't take - turn off the gas") has acquired a completely new, geopolitical scale.

Sometimes a woman's soul asks for a holiday, but a scandal will fit her.

My colleagues told me.
A group of geologists worked on Taiyura 20 years ago. They were dropped by helicopter at the beginning of the summer. Communications wereined with aviators by rail. They agreed that when the work would be close to completion, they would contact the air force during the scheduled working hours and agree on the timing of their helicopter shelter.
Two months have passed, time for work, autumn has come. Contact with the airlines, agree on the time of discharge. The helicopter does not arrive. They find out that there was an urgent sanreys, agreed in another week. A week later, the mountains were covered by fog for a few days, and the helicopter did not arrive. The products begin to end. The tone of radio exchange begins to burn, they agree that in 5 days they are taken away, otherwise it's quite trouble. In five days, everyone is waiting for the ship, it is not there. It turns out that a condensate was found in the fuel system, a helicopter under repair. The batch ate all the main foods, exotic canned foods such as sea cabbage and canned pineapples, which nobody especially ate, all thrown to fish. The snow falls. Helicopters are also people, they are uncomfortable and ashamed that the people are suffering because of them, they themselves rush into battle. Another connection. The Flight Manager (RP) says:
“We all understand, but we have two more applications on board at the same time, besides you. How are you doing, can you keep up another day? Tomorrow after tomorrow, we are with you.
The leader scratches his teeth:
We have tents under the snow, fuel is running out, the river is freezing! We all understand, but you have long promised to take us out!
RPG is looking for:
I know, what about the products?
The head of the group does not have time to answer, the microphone from his hands breaks out:
How are we with the products? We have no products! Yesterday I ate the last bowl of ananas!! to
RPG is deeply offended:
The ananas? You are riding there! We haven’t seen them all season. Live without ananas!! to
Is it necessary to say that the party was taken two weeks later, one of the last, with the black stamp "The Eaten", and during these two weeks was deeply immersed in the meaning of the concept of "collective boycott".

Girls who switched to the service of foreigners only in rubles become girls with increased social responsibility.

So then. He was taken to the factory by a man of middle age, a malar. The man with duties did well and even better. It was time to accept a practitioner, one of whom was not intelligent and wise, and it was decided to give her to the malar, so to say, so that at least some benefit would be. He taught her to do tiles and tiles and everything like that. One day they were sent to some technical room to scrap the walls. Going into the room and seeing the bricks folded by the wall, the painter assessed the amount of work on moving the material and sadly said, "Here we are with you and we will fight," which the naive practitioner insensibly asked, "And nobody will see us here?“”

This year’s spring worsening has not been done. Why aggravate here?

Are the heroes good or bad?
They are different, my son. There are good ones, there are bad ones, there are neutral ones.
What is the difference between them?
For example, if the hero is good, he goes into the woods and begins to fight the world’s Evil, that is, to destroy all kinds of monsters, but not just so, but in the name of Good and Light. Break a couple of dozen trolls or goblins - think you did a good deed.
What if he is evil?
The evil hero, of course, does black deeds. He goes into the forest and begins there mercilessly to exterminate all kinds of monsters to multiply blood, pain and suffering in this world. Cut out a couple of dozen goblins or trolls - you look, and you became stronger.
So who is neutral?
And these go into the forest just so and kill all kinds of monsters solely for the sake of preserving the natural balance. So that there are not too many trolls, so that there are not too many goblins.
What is the difference between them?
For me, my son, there is no difference. You and I are trolls.

This year's campaign will be the dream of those who dreamed of seeing many new faces on the "Blue Light".
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Xxx: My record of traveling 115 km in 47 minutes on the M4. I was then 18 (it was just 18 years ago) went with my parents in visits to my family in the area, and there called the lady I wanted for a long time with the words: "I drank here with my friends and all the flow, take me." I asked my father for a car until morning and driven) By the way, all these 47 minutes I was running in such a wild excitement that I set another speed record))) The goodness of the lady was already well fed and also very excited, so there were still rehabilitation approaches to the projectile. It was about an hour and a half.)



Yyy: Sadly the dead erection disappears, or the pathologist could be an interesting surprise.

The most disgusting combination of the three letters, in our time, became the word Peace.

My New York friend still has a grandfather who is 99 years old. Grandfather is completely heroic, burned in a tank near Kursk, took Berlin, for many years was the head of the shop in the Urals, a hero of social work. But now it’s a tiny, squeezed old man who can’t always get to the toilet. Unfortunately, the catch has long been gone. There is no complete dementia, he remembers himself, he recognizes his relatives, but then his CIA irradiates, then his neighbors poison with gas through the outlet, then something else. In the coward, he refused to be vaccinated so as not to be touched. Well, a friend guessed to say that this is not a vaccine, but injections of vitamin B to strengthen immunity. And now, thanks to the Russian TV channels, the grandfather is everywhere the Nazis.

Of course, in this state, the grandfather cannot do without a nurse. His nurse is Oksana, a savage from a deaf Carpathian village. She’s so cute, she’s 50 years old. There is an interesting story. Her ancestors hosted several Jewish children in the war. They were saved from the Germans and from their own policemen. The righteous of the world, so it is called. One rescued girl survived, grew up, became a wealthy New York lady and called her rescuers to the United States. He became the sponsor of his visa. The rescuers, having mastered it, summoned their relatives to the United States, those - their own, and gradually the village moved to America.

A few days ago, a friend went to my grandfather. He sits on the couch all squeezed under the screams of Soloviev, scratching at especially terrible scratches. He wants to go to the toilet, but is afraid to go so that his Nazis don't spit on the road. Oksana tells him:
Abram, Moses, do not be afraid, get up and go. My grandmother hid the Jews from the Nazis, and I will hide you.

Did you notice too? Whatever sanctions the West imposes on Russia, its officials, first-person and businessmen, Chubais never gets into them.

Distribute rubles among unfriendly countries.

Aaa...?

If they don’t, we’ll turn off the gas.

Somehow even uncomfortable. Chubbs left and didn’t even sit on the road.

Fire revolutionaries tend to be cold toward people.

A friend told me somehow about his long-time trip to Greece (some sort of "shub-tour", if anyone else remembers what it is).
They had such a girl in the Russian group, who was driven by the bus on all kinds of excursions (as well as in the shoe factories). This Lubasha remembered the whole tourist group on the first tour, when half an hour after its completion it turned out that the girl had forgotten her wallet, haircut and dark glasses there. Glasses and glasses are a profitable business, but a wallet with all the savings taken on a trip is a serious business. The tour guide told the driver a few words in Greek, and the bus returned for the lost one. The wallet was quickly found (along with the money), and the group arrived for dinner at the hotel only an hour later than planned. Some of them, of course, threw shaky eyes at Lubash, but no one was especially angry.

The next day, Lubasha discovered that at the place of the next trip she left her passport, while the disappearance was found only an hour after leaving the shoe factory. After a brief meeting of the tour guide, the group and the driver (the most reticent participants of the trip proposed to disembark Lubasha in the nearest town, so that Lubasha would get back to the factory and then to the hotel by taxi at their own expense) it was still decided to travel with Lubasha back for her passport and bring her passport and her back to the hotel. The driver showed wonders of heroism and the group arrived only 2 hours after the beginning of the dinner, some food was still left. But here the people, of course, have already risen.

In all subsequent trips, Lubash was accompanied by 2-3 specially allocated participants of the group, who asked her every 15 minutes: "Lubash, did you not forget here passport, wallet, money, glasses, umbrella, something else?"
Punzova replied from embarrassment: “No, no, no, I have forgotten nothing...”
Only after that the "responsible for Love" gave a tint: "Everyone, we can go on!"

With this control, Lubasha stumbled not to lose anything for as long as four days. The people (including the "responsible") slowly began to relax and enjoy Greece.
Then came the last day of the trip. Flight to Moscow tomorrow morning. The group goes out the same bus in the morning to some rather distant monastery, they spend a whole day there, then go back, in the evening, the sun clings to the horizon, the bus moves gently along the mountain roads, the people sleep, another half an hour - and everyone will return to the hotel, the tired and weary people will rush to dinner. In front of the musaka, dolomides, uzo, metaxis - everything you want.
Then he climbed up from the place and cried out loudly, “O Lord!”
Hearing her loud voice, the bus driver brakes sharply. The sleeping tourists wake up from sharp braking, all jump on their seats, turning to Lubash and expecting, of course, the worst: "Well what else?!"
Lubasha, all reddened from the public attention, in the sudden silence timidly points his hand to the landscape behind the window, where the bitter sun goes down over the high mountains: "Look, the beauty is something!"

France has frozen the assets of the Bank of Russia for 22 billion euros.
And why did the Bank of Russia invest 22 billion euros in France and not in Russia?

How can I save this video to myself?



Yyy: Press the lock and volume button simultaneously



This is the screen, and I need to download it on the computer.



Yyy: Ah, it’s going to be tough.. you’ll roll out two programs, one is a thread gif converter and the other is any video editor, you also need a dictionary. You open the video and make the screens, as I taught you, at least 5 screens in one second to try to do. The obtained <140 screens in the correct order are entered in the gif converter and a gif is made. While it is converted there you turn on the dictionary simultaneously with the video (it is very important, it is simultaneously) then you load the gif into the editor and apply the recorded sound to it. and all.

It is not difficult, I thought it would be worse.

A friend works in a state institution, with her in the department works Chechnya, such a whole national, with a covered head, quite modest. And here one day this girl says to my girlfriend, thoughtfully like this:

“Marina, and you will very well wear a hijab.

To say that Marina has swallowed is to say nothing. In a few moments, a thousand thoughts went through her head why this girl decided so. From the fact that she has trouble with her hair, to the fact that she is going to be caught up for someone of her colleagues' relatives. In fact, she never climbs for a word in her pocket, but here, she says, she was directly confused and only blunted:

Listen, Goulchata, wear your own hijab.

There has already been “Gullying.” She also sprinkled for a while. Then she said strictly:

“Jack, Marina... I said ‘Jack’...”