I was 4 years old and when I sat down to eat I drove my mom out. I will not eat from this plate, give it another. My mother translated. And I’m telling my mother again and I’m not going to go from this one, let’s go from another. Then, the same thing with the glass, I will not drink from this, so my mom spilled and transferred 5-10 times there. I also changed skirts and skirts.



A grandmother comes and sees this picture. He said, “Give it to me for a few days.

My mom gave it.



I tried to do the same with my grandmother at lunch. I will not eat from this plate.

The Grandmother:

You will not? Well, okay, the cat will and toss out my cat’s food. The next meal is after dinner. Yes, I didn’t cry for a long time, because I quickly realized that it was useless. Children know who can be manipulated and who can not.

I tried for the next meal, again to check my caprices, but I was quickly out of training 2-3 days was enough.



My grandmother was not a sadist. My grandmother died in 1998 when I was 17. I loved and respected her and visited her frequently, almost every weekend, until her death.

And by the way, she never beat (their parents were beaten with a belt sometimes) and never shouted at us and our brother, but was an authority for us and we obeyed her.

She adhered to a simple rule – “I said – do,” it works very powerful.

When I was 14 or 15 years old, I had a diary. In it, I wrote about my teenage experiences, about my first love, made plans and “offended” my parents and my younger sister. And it was mine, personal, that nobody should ever have read! But one day my mom found it and read it (I understood it when she accidentally spoke about what she shouldn’t know). And then I burned it... in the oven... one leaf of it, and I burned it. And my mother in the next room pretended to be asleep, and she cried quietly in her pillow...I heard this, but then I was very upset that someone invaded my personal space without permission.



Of course, I understood why she did this, but much, much later, when she became a mother.



One day, while browsing the school table during the summer holidays, I got a notepad of my second-grade daughter, cut out of a notebook (I did it before). It didn’t look like a diary, and I decided to look at it. The paintings are mainly... On one page of a child’s handwriting was written:



“Today my mom tossed me again. I can’t tolerate cows!”



I felt terribly uncomfortable about invading somebody’s private, even my little daughter... But since then I haven’t wrapped her a single bit until she asked for it. It was in 9th grade!



by Zy. My personal space has been invaded many times... But worse than this was not me, but those who did it!



Thank you for reading!) This is personal, of course, but you can! ? All are good!

Time can cure everyone, but not everyone.

The mayor of Yekaterinburg agreed to conduct an independent survey on the construction of the temple in the square, according to the results of the survey won daughter Alsu.

Before going to the store for food, it is desirable to eat tightly.

I live in Dacia. and yesterday. In the morning, I drink coffee on the veranda. They knock, let go - gastarbayters, cultural, polite:
"Lord, let's cut the lawn for you, only 5,000, we won't take it expensive.
I answered:
God, I came with my grass-cutting machine, thank you, I don’t have to.
They smile and refuse:
I’m sorry master))
and today. The car was stolen)))

The temple built in the place of the square is a wicked temple.

I waited today at the children’s clinic until the child’s X-rays were taken. Mother and son were sitting next door. The boy is not to be stuck, but his eyes are confused, like the eyes of a bad cat. His mother taught him before swimming competitions. At first, he spoke quietly. About the fact that it is not necessary to lay out on the heating, it is better to repeat the turn from the back to the brace.

And then suddenly:

“Who is your main enemy? and!! Who is? Answer, who is your main enemy?

The boy blows, “Who, who is my chief...”

Mother: I am afraid! Fear is your biggest enemy! What do you need to overcome fear?”

The boy: “It’s necessary...”

Mother: You have to be confident in yourself. Are you sure of yourself? Tell me, are you confident in yourself?”

Here the radiologist came out and called me to the office, so I did not hear the answer. I think my pants were wet.

For the last 30 years, my dad has cut a few branches of sirene and flies every spring.

He squeezes them into a bucket. And no matter what in the world they are or in a quarrel - it must give to my mother.

“Look what a bucket of cabbage I gave you. He always speaks when he gives it.

Dad is an irreparable romantic.

There is nothing more stupid than the confidence in tomorrow.

At nine in the morning, I went to the shower, bound my hair with cowards, so as not to get wet. At three o’clock in the afternoon, after two meetings, we walked through half the city. I forgot to remove it from my head.

If the sanctified satellite did not go into orbit, it means that it is sinful and has nothing to do in heaven.
Explanatory note from Roscosmos.

It was 15-17 years ago. I, a young and without a tower, walked on a walk, stayed with the girl. In the morning, a little confused by what was happening, I noticed that the girl was very confused by something. Or worried about. He looks away, and smiles somehow through force. Well, I decided that the snoring entertained her all night, nothing terrible, and comfortably said goodbye, went to the service. After staff troubles, when I got back for lunch, I began to remember something...I felt like I woke up at night because of the noise. And said something. And the fact is that I lived at the time in a dormitory where a lot of mice lived. All together, all together, they were poisoned and destroyed by traps, but every year in the spring (when the water is poured into the coves) and in the autumn (when it becomes cold to live in the field) mice stormed our community. I fired them during the day with a pneumatic ISH-53M pistol, and at night these bastards shattered on the floor, sometimes preventing me from sleeping. And I powerlessly watered them with a selective mat... Feeling sinful, in the evening I come to a friend, and I begin to tell her about the mice, the gun and the communion. Gradually my girlfriend’s face becomes more fun. Then she told me what happened last night. She got up in the middle of the night to drink water. And when I returned, it was a little rumored, which I, accepting the noise of a friend for the noise of mice, lifting my head from the pillow and looking into the wall, said loudly and clearly, "STILL! I will shoot Nader!”

I ride a bicycle through the forest. I see a woman walking with a big dog. Without a rope and a rope, it is worn around her. This is the forest, so it is possible. But terrible.

To resolve the situation, I address a woman:

Will your dog eat me?

This this? No, this will not eat.

And here I hear behind my back a crack of branches. The woman continues:

This may be...

I found a group of Israeli tourists at a restaurant in India. One of them, a 65-year-old man, quietly served a cigarette (the wife forbade him to smoke). The man was from Melitopol, in Israel since the late 1980s. I stood in front of the restaurant and smoked. His wife goes out to the balcony:

Quit the cigarette immediately! What is this bearded pot around you?

He is a Jew from Moscow.

Does he know Hebrew?

and no.

“Put him in the ass, throw out the puddle and go up to the restaurant right away!

A man for me:

Have you heard? I went.

Why did you both speak Russian?

If we were to speak in Hebrew in your presence, which you do not understand, it would be untouchable to you.

I live in Dacia. and yesterday. In the morning, I drink coffee on the veranda. They knock, let go - gastarbayters, cultural, polite:

“Lord, let us cut the lawn for you, only 5,000, will we not take it expensive?

I answered:

I came with my grass-cutting machine, thank you, don’t have to)))

They smile, they turn away : - sorry, master )))

and today. The car was stolen)))

It happened literally a few hours ago.

I work as a warehouser at the production, I sit in my house, I work, one of the workers comes and so mysteriously says: "And we can't accidentally find out foreigners in the territory? “” By the way, the territory is enclosed with a fence, cameras, security. I answer that it is unlikely, and I ask what happened? He said to me, “The cell phone from the smoker is missing.” I call the number, the dots go, well, if they were stolen, they would immediately turn off. We take the lamp and go to the smoker, little, fell, and in the smoker it is dark. We come, I call, guts go, but the melody of the call is not heard, we searched all the corners, there is no phone, we went to the dining room, I almost forgot there.

The sounds are ringing, the melody is not heard. We went into the store, the same story.

Well, what to do, we need to understand, let's go, I say, we will look at the cameras, the cigarette itself is not visible, but the approaches are viewed. We chose a time interval of 2.5 hours, so that plus minus with the reserve as the exact time of disappearance is unknown, speed x30 and forward. And since there are only 8 people on the shift, including me, four of whom smoke, any engine at this speed near the smoker is visible. Sometimes there are people, we turn around and look at the moment at normal speed. First from one point of view, then from the other, from the third. Nothing suspicious, and all of our own, we have been working together for many years, not even thinking of anyone. We gather in the shop those who are more often than others on the street, little or no stranger passed, nobody saw anyone, but the fact remains, the phone has disappeared. I'm going to look from another perspective, the worst, because the camera inside the workshop, on the street lighter than in the workshop (the workshop is not working, the main light is turned off, only the daylight burns) and the smoker is not badly illuminated, everything is the same as before, someone comes, goes, but it's all his own, including the phone owner. Suddenly I notice a flash, I find a moment, past the open doors of the shop, two dogs run toward the smoker, wandering, sometimes crawling in the washing machine to dig. It is bad to see, but you can figure out that one of them runs into the smoking machine with the head down, and runs out with a high lift, it seems like something is dragging, the dog itself has it, so I thought so. I show this moment to the owner of the phone, in order of nonsense we decide to follow the tracks, but we find nothing, I call the number, everything, the subscriber is not a subscriber, sadness.

From another camera looked where the dogs are running, it turned out to have made a bribe under the fence, run out of the territory and in one place somehow cuddle. He went up to the fence and lighted the lamp. I watched, nothing to see. I tell the owner of the phone, we went to see what they are there cuddling, sat on my, the light on it is good, traveled around the territory, found two heaps of robbed black cloth, black rubber tapes, what pieces of black wool and the back cover of the phone cover is also black, what a fetish in dogs, hz, a couple of meters from the crow found the front cover of the cloth, all bitten, bitten, no phone. They went into the cane, scattered all the grass, but the phone was not found. I turn around, we sit down, we touch, the hole still shines on my head, I turn to the bushes, see if there are no dogs nearby, and the edge of the eye I notice under the motorcycle a black rectangle, your mother, your phone, found.

We came, went to the workshop under the light, the phone is okay, the battery just discharged, the dogs did not touch it, only why did they break the envelope.

Why pulled the phone - a mystery, candy was lying next to it, they were not touched. It happens...

Andrei Rodnenko worked in the warehouse as a receiver. I went on vacation. On the first day of leave, the head of the warehouse shall submit an application for dismissal. The boss rotates the paper and then asks:

Have you just found a new job?

No is no! How a week!

What didn’t I say before? I would work for two weeks now! So in vacation.

Ivan Ivanovich is! What did you think? That’s why I didn’t say.

The wicked sheep considers themselves unique.

I stand at the post office and wait for my voucher to receive the package, as suddenly the rain begins abruptly outside the window. The man standing right in front of me opens the package received, gets a umbrella from there and, saying "as in time", goes out. The whole line looked at him.