I spoke with my guard yesterday. He has lived there for 20 years, a good man, a former military. In our same SNT he got a site a couple of years ago. He has a neighbor's grandmother 80 years old, her granddaughter began to come with her husband. As a real man, the man took over the whole farm. He cut the grass, what a good man, and dropped all the grass into a common sludge on the street. Where in spring all the water flows and goes away. Whatever you understood the grass was from 8 square meters, taking into account the buildings and everything else, 4 square meters, it's like a hole. This was seen by the guard. Quietly approached and explained that it is not possible to do so, because now the water is going away, to which the husband replied "good" and started to do his business. The grass lay for 2 days, the guard, seeing someone of his relatives, reminded him of this deed, but even after that the grass remained lying in the spill. Uncle Yura understood that it was useless to "click on a closed door", took the villas and threw all the grass through the fence.

The neighbors do not communicate and do not say hello. All because of one act. The truth is on the guard and I totally agree with him. Good and good relations with neighbors.

I met with my wife and my mother in the kitchen. We drink tea. We discuss the methods of burial. Here I say:

I will not lie on the ground. I hope there will be a crematorium nearby. I would rather be dust scattered over the river.

The mother answers:

You are CHO? Where shall we come?

Oh...

Xxx: Explains this by working without weekends and having no time.

Yyy: Write to him, “If you’re busy working on the board, I’ll sympathize with you. I help as I can.” Send him a picture of Sissy.

A day later, ask me to send you a screenshot of your correspondence. If he has another grandmother, the photo of your breasts will be removed.

Recently there was a dispute with a friend about the expression about attacking the grabble. The fact is that a person in 30+ years has never encountered a single cartoon, cartoon or other illustration of such a case. However, he had a similar real experience in his childhood, which resulted in two almost cross-track foot injuries. And all these years, the phraseology in his imagination sounded much more bloodthirsty than a knot on his forehead.

The Eastern horoscope has not fooled: 2020 is the year of the mouse. It is true, flying.

When I was young, my grandparents lived in a village on the gold pit of the eastern part of our homeland. They were young when Cole appeared. He also worked on this search. When he saw his grandmother, he approached his grandfather and said:

“Genka, you can kill and beat me, but I fell in love with Alla. What you want to do, and know that," his grandfather then pulled him, then they sat down and drank all night. And in the morning...In general, Cole became a friend of our family. All family holidays are around, and I’ve always said, “I love her, I can’t!“”

But he did not do anything. He lived in a neighboring house, always helping with homework. My mother was my friend and taught her life. Like my grandfather.

After 17 years, my grandfather died. My grandmother burned and burned. Three years later, they moved together with Kolya and began to live together. On the other hand, Cole's uncle smoothed his cheeks at family evenings and said, "I've been waiting for my love for 17 years" - and looked at his grandmother with love. I was small and didn’t understand anything. Uncle Cole loved it.

After a while, my mother left with me, my father with us. He was a very walking man. My grandmother went to the store. He raised his hand on his mother even when she was pregnant. He soon left the family, and well. I have never paid any alimony, I have never participated in my life. My mother herself.

It was hard in the new city. There was no money for bread. My mom gets the money in 3 days, no one can borrow it. She was saddened by what was left at home. Whether it was from pain or anything else, I don’t remember. I remember that the little boy understood it. He never asked for toys or sweets. I saw a tired mother coming from work. I cooked her dinner when I was in the first class.

I cooked badly, I now understand. There was less tea. But my mom always kissed and said, “Thank you!” He ate with pleasure and looked at me with love. And I was happy. I wanted to grow up and help her. Make sure that there is no misfortune in her life.

Then a man appeared in her life. Not so... a man! I remember the 90s. He had a Mercedes 124, always slippery and shiny. Always dressed and crazy. I took my mother from work every day and brought her home. with sweets and fruits. My mother once said that she hadn’t eaten praise for a long time (sweetness so eastern). The next day he brought a whole container... asked friends from Turkey to send it by plane. have sent.

There were 1000 such situations. Gradually we started living together, I always called him Uncle (name). He never pretended that I would call him a father. My upbringing was given to my mother, kept carefully and sometimes uncomfortable. But he taught me... male things - repair, care for a woman, the ability to hold a blow, fishing. It was a fucking healthy time.

When I was 14, my mother died. That...I’m not going to explain how much the world turned around at that moment. With our whole family. My father brought me up alone. It was hard, he was strict. But the best. He was my daddy.

Unable to withstand the death of my daughter, my grandmother begins to drink without stopping and in two years burns and dies too. I remember standing on their graves. They were buried together. I, Uncle Cole (I called him grandfather) and grandfather (father). We are strangers to each other. There was no one closer to us.

Many years have passed, his father has gray hair), his grandfather writes reports that he is still pulling up ten times...and says that he has no one closer to us. I am an adult and I have a beautiful wife.

My father remained a single. When I come to him, he says he loves my mother still, as on the first day of meeting. Grandpa is alone too. He said that after his grandmother, any woman for him was like plastic: “Allah, she was real. I waited for 17 years, and she has now to wait for me. Gina will wait too, I didn’t hurt her!”

And I... As a young man, I concluded that blood bonds are nothing in this life. I was raised and raised by two strangers. My grandfather and dad. I still have not to deceive them.

When Putin mentioned in his address to Sparta and the fact that the elderly and the sick were thrown down from the rock, the director of the pension fund and the minister of health did not even listen. Experienced managers should not chew...