Schrödinger's cat: so it is, then it disappears along with the cocklets from the table.

The benchmark of the journalistic fiasco in the era of publicity was an article re-printed in all little-known publications, the essence of which is an adapted report on the self-made.
There it becomes known that the mining engineer, finds a selfie weighing three kilograms three hundred grams, well, in his absence, the spouse gives an interview with ambiguous answers, and the selfie is a newborn baby.
But there is another example from the same time, from a very youthful newspaper, which has not renounced its name now.
The editorial office received an anonymous signal that in a new building in a well-off family, the child walks around the neighbors in search of food. The correspondent comes at the specified address, only the grandmother at home, parents at work, the child at school. Indeed, the family lives in wealth, this can be seen immediately from the front door and from the environment in the apartment.
Behind a cup of tea, a journalist asks the grandmother suggestive questions, where they came from, how long ago, what are the rules of conduct in the family. The grandmother who has found grateful ears, tells everything in detail and in depth, the main question is not reached.
Here comes the grandson, returning from school and right from the threshold:
Grandma, where is my spoon? I eat lunch today at Ershov, I go to Demidov for half a day, and in the evening my birthday is at Ostrovsky.
The grandmother gets a box with a spoon, the grandson has time to change clothes.
Serena, can you try it at home?
No, my grandmother is waiting for me.
He runs away, and the grandmother explains:
- Even from the kindergarten, the reputation of a boy who eats very aptly has been established behind Sereshka. Whosoever of the little ones was near Sereshka, even the unwilling ones, as soon as he took a spoonful and began to eat, five minutes later joined him.
In the kindergarten he was grown up with babysitters, breakfast in the younger group, lunch in his own, and half a day in the older.
They moved here, and fame came after his first birthday to which he was invited by new friends. Now he is walking on schedule, himself is watching, and embarrassed to refuse. In the courtyard it is so called - "Sierra with a spoon"...

Ladies, if a gentleman wants you to bore, don’t try to get him into sex. It is irritating.

This is the composition of the upcoming New Year's "Blue Light" in Israel.

In fact, I’ve never gotten that fake stuff! No matter who she was, no one had a relationship! I had a friend - an unreally good person, but very modest, I constantly brought him with my friends. In short, now he’s my husband.))) I say, I’m a figured swah.

The ruble has no course, only a path.

A nephew, studying in the 11th grade, before the upcoming EGE is engaged in additional with rehearsers. It is worth it, although not very large, but the money that the mother has (and they live without the father) simply does not have. Three children. Alimentation is not paid. The house is rentable, although there is a new, large house, where the former husband lives singing. But not about that now.

So here. The girl arranged to wash the floor in one office in the evening. twice a week. Four thousand a month.

And she has love.

And under the fear of death, she forbade everyone even to mention in the presence of the "wife" that she is a cleaner.

Shame on her.

In fact, 7 months she was so encrypted.

And today I take her to the office of this (on the way was), and there this hero in love stands. With a cage.

Help has come.

It turned out that the younger sister passed all the appearances and passwords 😁

A man from a well-established family.

In the universe, in the early 2000s, a bartender worked in Kamchatka, I liked to walk home at night in the winter in good weather, about an hour and a half.

Especially when snow falls, almost warm and without wind. You walk around, fresh groves, huge snowflakes slowly fall before your face, a large moon shadows the snow with a blueish sparkling light. I want to shout something enthusiastically, but the silence around prohibits. Beauty and tranquility.

Someone passed by very rarely at night, tea is not MKAD. But sometimes I put out my hand with my thumb lifted up "auto-stop", if going bored and heard the car behind.

One day a little overtook and a new crochet stopped in front of me. Sitting in the car - behind the wheel was a shaved naked and with blue "hands" tattooed on the elbow, a man straight from the infamous nineties. He asked where I was, and they talked a little about nothing on the road.

I stopped at my bus stop and asked, “How much?” He said, “I am a taxi. He turned and left in the opposite direction. He didn’t need to go to my side at all, he just threw a stranger at night.

Leaders are divided into two categories: some know how to lead in a crisis, and others lead to a crisis with their leadership.

When I was 14 years old, my grandmother gave me chopsticks. Two years later, I gave them to my younger sister. When my sister was studying at school, she gave her wickets to a friend. I am now 34 years old. My husband recently brought me my puddles. She says that the mother at work was given by some employee, she was small, and the mother-in-law immediately realized that they were on my hand. These are the same, furry and old gloves that my grandmother wore when she was still alive.

and oh! Dollars for 75! Do you sell?
No, we are showing.
It is beautiful.

I have always loved digging into electronics, studying and finishing. It was still in school, and I was silly, but I knew it was mine. In 91, he gained access to IBM and began writing in Pascal. It was not a job for me, but a hobby. Then he entered the universe, the army, but the hobby did not go away. Even before the army, I went to work, wrote in Cobol and C in the unix system, and when they were paid, I stood red like cancer and couldn’t believe I was paid for what I would do for free. Then the army, writing programs on paper, sitting on duty, although the police officer mated and checked the records, trying to find the code. Then he returned to the same job, and a couple of years later finally found his company, sharpened under programming. And I still write programs, solving difficult tasks, and I still don’t understand what I’m being paid for. I like it.

Congo expels half of Russian diplomats



YYY: I realized that this half would go home... to Peter?

We will respond to every psaquing with a sandstone.

Recently, a friend discovered the relationship with the tax. He, as the director of LLC, was tortured for sending money to firms that have signs of one-day firms. He replied that the three-storey building of the tax office, at the entrance of the security guard, young girls work in the rooms, an elderly lady controls everything, everyone is called clients, that is, there are all signs of a bordell. He also asked to explain... He received a fine.

The ruble has strengthened. The exchange rate of the dollar is 75 rubles.
Someone to! Tell the Chinese about this, on AliExpress still $ 120.

Work already regrets what has made the monkey man. The monkeys are just shit. Not with bombs.

Beginning of the Millennium. We work in the Eastern Arctic, a base in Tiksi. In those years, the launch of our expeditions was mainly carried out by military-transport aircraft - they negotiated through some intermediaries with the pilots of the garrison and carried themselves and cargo on the AN-12. Often these boats were flying and the military with families, and just the Tixins, who needed to. The departure from the middle lane was from one of the airfields of long-range aviation, we usually flew from Kaluga or Novgorod regions. Accordingly, when you fly west, the landing airport is completely unknown, it can change straight in flight. In Vorkut there was usually a landing at a refueling station.
Once the fate failed and I had to evacuate from Tiksi in the middle of the field season. The pilots told me when they were flying west, I came with a backpack. In the AN-12 passengers usually fly in a small cabin, which is immediately behind the cockpit, and further, to the ramp in the tail - the cargo compartment, it is not sealed. There were 28 or 30 people in the hermocabine, I don’t remember exactly – it was for 6 landing places. We fly standing, pressing together until we lose individual shape. At the sitting seats - wives of soldiers with small children, who alternately worship. Adults also want to, but they are embarrassed. Sometimes standing at the door in the cargo compartment weakens its screw lock, and then everyone greedy inhale the air coming from there. Together with it, heavy concentrated waves of fish spirit enter the hermocabine, because the board is half full of ice cream fish for relatives, superiors, comrades and many others. It is impossible and cold to breathe for a long time, the doors are closed, after half an hour the cycle is repeated. Flight to Vorkuta 5 hours. When I landed there, I had sick hands pressed by the neighbors. For a half-hour refuelling, everybody was scattered on the strip and rejoiced in freedom. Then again in the air. This time, we sat under the rubble in 4 hours. During the whole time from Tixie – about 10 hours – no crumbs in my mouth, because my sushi was crushed while trampling still in Tixie, and all the time standing. Almost everyone meets with relatives or someone else, and I don’t even know where to go from the airport, how to get to Moscow. I asked somebody, and they threw my hand to the side of the highway. I go on the runway in the dark, stunned from the 9 o'clock rush of the engines, with the parts of the body still on the right after the pressure, I think how to get further...
What made me turn, I still don’t know. But I turned around – and he catches me along the AN-12 lane and rubs the air with screws just 20 meters behind me. How did I not hear him? I jump to the side and blink with my hand purely reflexively. And then the unexpected thing happens: the AN catches me, brakes, the side loop opens, the trap falls down and on it – the board mechanic, who runs to me and ears at my ear: “......... we are half behind you, we don’t know how to drive off the lane! Why are you going here and you’re still running with your legs? ......” I wore in response that with Tixy arrived, here the first time, I need to Moscow, I go to the highway, where they sent... He wildly looks at me and screams: “Come, let’s throw it to Stupino! Go ahead quickly!” Not having time to realize what and how, I climb the stairs into the hermocabine... And there is paradise! The hermocabine is all sliced, light tone, on the left edge - a rolling table, there are DIVANCHIS! On the table – giant red tomatoes, cucumbers, some greens, and behind the table is a very nice woman sits a little older than me at the time. Bordmech sits me at the table, says to fly 10 minutes and hides in the cabin. I am in complete stupor – from the previous hellish AN-12 got to heaven and it is also AN-12! A woman smiles at me and offers me a tomato...These 10 minutes of flight were the best minutes in the air of my life! Tomatoes are the most delicious fruit in the world. A free hermocabine, a beautiful lady (it turned out that she was the wife of either an assailant or a second pilot). The air story! But it quickly ended, I was landed in Stupino and I continued to get on the electric car. And only in it to me somehow unexpectedly came that from under Ryazan to Stupino I actually got by car stop on the plane! And so far it is my coolest stop :) The stop of the passenger train "Nerungri-Moscow" on the BAE, which led my rating of the stop, firmly went to the backdrop. I don’t know, but I rarely go to space. :)

“You’re loading the dishwasher incorrectly,” I told my wife just before it became my regular duty.

As a child, I played The Sims. At that time the game just appeared and nobody knew the precious code. Consequently, my character did not have a normal home and money. Every day he came back from work more and more upset. As a child, I could not understand what it was.

Why is he crying after work? I was upset with the whole apartment.

What my mother said:

This is adult life!