and lifhack. After putting sugar in the tea, don’t mix it until you get to your computer. The peel that you make along the way will be sleek and unsweetened, and you can quietly wipe it with your socks.

Xxx: I once returned to Gomel from Surgut, through Moscow, did not calculate the expenses and I did not have enough 5 Russian rubles to travel in the subway. I am still terribly ashamed to remember how I asked people who passed by for these pennies.

Yyy: Yes, in Moscow, when you ask for 5-10 rubles, you get a hundred. I gave myself

Zzz: I was given an apartment in Cheboksaars in Moscow, there was no less, they say.

My grandmother raised me and we lived in a single-room apartment. This is important because the bed was one for two.



And then one evening, in My Family, I heard the word “lesbian.”

Of course, I asked the older generation, “Who are these?” She replied, “These are the women who sleep together.” Naturally, I didn’t know anything about sex, so I didn’t even feel a double bottom in the word “sleep.”



Here is a family celebration. I am proud to stand on a chair to tell a poem and think it is necessary to share such an important event from my childhood life. I say, “I and my lesbian grandmother.”

Everyone is in shock. My aunt is falling out of her hand. My grandmother died in a pre-infarct state.

And I what? Sleeping in the same bed? Everything as said!

After that, we found the opportunity to place a second bed in our room.

My 3-year-old son, when he missed his grandmother, cried and shouted, “I want my grandmother!”  My husband always rejoiced and said, “Oh, the man is growing!”

Every summer I went to my grandmother. We lived in the city ourselves. And the next summer my grandmother came up with what to do with me while she was at work and sent me to the playground to school. The type of summer camp, but without residence - from 10 am to 5 pm. Once in the dining room, they gave apples for lunch, but not whole, but half. I was upset because there were always whole apples in the city. That was what I said to my aunt who gave them. She passed through her teeth something like, “Here and go to your city.”

This affected me. I was sure that my aunt was wrong. The best thing my child’s brain has invented then is to talk to the school director (or suddenly she doesn’t know about this mess). And most surprisingly, it worked! On the same day, we were given half an entire apple, and on the other days we were given only an entire apple. You would see my aunt looking at me.

This is how the 8-year-old won a small victory over injustice.



P.S I have never loved apples.

I was about 5-6 years old. And my dad and mom went from a small town in Bashkir to visit the neighboring city of Magnitogorsk, which is in the Chelyabinsk region. After leaving the electric car at the city station, they were waiting for their tram. At that time, a couple of African students came out of the building. When I saw them, I shouted with a loud voice:

Why did you say black people are black?

At this point, all sides of the process silenced and in silent silence waited for my mother’s answer to my question. But here I continued:

– and? They are blue!



Good guys who understood. They smiled and went on, and we went to visit.

I have long been reminded of it.)

My close friend inspires his 14-year-old son:

If you start smoking at the age of 16, you will never have children.

Dad, and why is that?

I will cut off your eggs!

The story of the infamous small letter in the contract. There was an interesting case in one of the countries of Western Europe. In general, a civil court deals with a claim between two companies. One company has claims and refers to this notorious small font in the contract. The second company, which has not disassembled this small font, does not consider itself a violator, and refuses to pay. The judge hears the parties, lawyers, etc. Then he makes a verdict:

The text of the agreement must be readable. Since the complainant company did not consider it necessary to include this information in the main text of the contract, this information is not important in the complainant company's opinion. Therefore, the contract between the parties recognizes only the main text of the contract. A small letter part of the contract is not recognized. All claims related to the interpretation of the written in small letters are removed.

xxx: Well, in general, she is right: a glass of salt at a time - and you crants...) Water to be poisoned a little harder - 7 liters per day (there will be no time, or not come in) In short, it is all about the dose)

Yyy: I think if you drink 7 liters of water for the whole day, nothing terrible will happen to a person. I drank 7 liters of beer a day.

Not beer destroys people, but water destroys people.

I remembered another case, I was about 22 years old at the time.  In the evening I just went out to change, filled up the car, took my coffee and the money ended (i.e., I gave nothing to give.) I take my first order. In the car sits a woman about 40 years of travel near the city, further by the text of the client I will call a girl (roughly it is a woman.) It was immediately apparent to the girl that she was not in the mood. I begin to go from a distance, so the amount for the trip will be approximately the same and you can pay me for the trip without a deposit. She begins to report to me that I have to carry the deposit from any note and she has no extra money to pay without the deposit. He gives me a thousand rubles at the sum of the trip 100 rubles.  and says go look for an exchange I wait, and I ran. I think many have tried to exchange money in a kiosk without buying anything, it’s not real.

I tried again but I failed. I went to the side of the car to give money and say that for you the trip is free. (According to the company's instructions, if the driver has a problem with the change, then the ride is at the driver's expense.)

I did not earn anything from this order but I did not want to leave her in plus I went to spend her money. There were two kiosks of cigarettes and flowers, I don’t smoke and I don’t need flowers. And suddenly I decided to buy one rose exactly for the amount of the trip and give it to a client (I didn't want to give the whole amount) I give her money and a rose with the words you are so evil and sad may so you will be more fun and kind it is a gift to you. She hanged for ten seconds and then returns me the money and says that it's your tea for the trip, begins to tell how she's upset and that the flowers she got fifteen years ago, but her husband can't take them home. The girl laid a flower on the seat, gently closed the door of the car and slowly went towards the house. I think I even saw tears in her eyes. 

If you are the girl and are reading this post, I would be happy to greet you.



The shift I worked less well, the rose lay all night on the shelf behind the back seat and in the morning I drowned it out.

There are people in the world who first do what they have done and then dismiss what they have done. One of them, Anatoly. He is not small and very emotional. Just then, Anatoly decided that his girlfriend was betraying him and this thought did not give him peace, he decided to check it out, took a holiday, and early in the morning left the house allegedly for work, and himself hid from a friend in the car, and began to wait. One hour later, a BMW came to the house, the driver of which entered the entrance, twenty minutes later, his girlfriend came out of this entrance and next to her was the driver. Anatoly, not thinking long, jumped out and with one blow sent the guy into the deepest knock, paralelly depriving him of a pair of teeth, and then with a powerful appercott placed his passion next to him. Deciding that justice was done, Tolik purchased a watermelon and went to pour the mountain. But our hero did not know that the guy on a BMW, just came to his mother and met the girl Anatolia when he came down the stairs. Now the driver is eating through a pipe, the girl is lying in the hospital with a severe shock, and Tolik is waiting for trial.

A woman 32 years old:

I cannot lie at all! It was very red, she said. I can, but not always...

What does it depend on?

Especially when I am very worried. You can ask anything and you will find out everything I have in mind.

How long has this been happening to you?

As a child, the client confessed. Can you imagine how hard I was at school?

Maybe yes, I smiled encouragingly. Have you tried any methods to increase self-control?

“More than a dozen,” she breathed hard. - It only helped anchoring from the NLP and not completely. There are situations where you cannot calm down.

For example?

Can you imagine a woman who in the midst of the process begins to think about who became the main bomber at the last English football championship or imagine herself relaxing on the shore? Unfortunately, such thoughts are not compatible with trying to get pleasure.

You speak with knowledge of the matter.

The woman smiled sadly. Do you know what men usually ask after they finish their business? They are interested in whether I have been well with them, and they are waiting for an affirmative answer, and in the case of me they are waiting for a bitter truth. I had to look for a couple for a long time.

But did you finally find her?

"He was the first person to deal with my problem with humor and didn't complex about his successes in bed. It was only when I confessed that he immediately began to use it. In the middle of the evening, he seemed to ask me questions of his interest, such as where I was on Wednesday afternoon or how much my new shirt really costs, and then laughed, calling his dignity “The Sword of Truth.” Actually, I am not offended by him, but I would still like to learn to keep my tongue behind my teeth.

It is even difficult to say who exactly – operas, trailers, judges or prosecutors – is the most ridiculous phrase: “If you are innocent, then you have nothing to fear.”

Interesting History of the Russian State (1)
(in a free translation)

In the last year of the reign of Catherine II in St. Petersburg came from Germany some influential prince distinguished by a beautiful exterior. He came not just so, but with the hope of attracting the attention of the aging Empress.
Well, that’s clear with what intentions he hit.
He was taken from his apartment in the palace and accompanied by an official of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs (sic!He was a friend in the state language, who pursued him everywhere and always, performing the functions, whether a translator or a spy.
The Empress's favourite at the time was Prince Plato Zubov and he did not like this Teutonic foul much, especially since the German seemed to sympathize with Catherine.
At that time in the Izmailovsky regiment served as a lieutenant prince Shcherbatov. According to the descriptions of contemporaries, the real lieutenant Shcherbatov could well compete with the anecdotal lieutenant Rzhevsky, because he was a young man, and the tower was sometimes destroyed by him.
Well, here, once, Scherbatov sits in the theatre, in the first row of the parter, in a civil caftan, with a trunk in the form of a sucked rod and awaits the start of the performance. Next to him sits a German prince with a friend in the state. The first action ends and the anthrax begins.
The bored Shcherbatov politely asks the German if he likes the play and Russian actors. The overwhelming Teuton ignores the question. Shcherbatov decided that he did not understand, courteously repeated his question in German.
The German prince unfolds the pants, contemptuously looks at Shcherbatov and disgustingly says to the accompanying: “No, well, you in nature look at this pit, he dared to climb to me – the German prince!!! With your stupid talk!

You have presented, right?

Shcherbatov chokes from this greed, whispering in pre-revolutionary Russian: "Oh, you are a dirty German swine, in general, the rams are popped! Answer to the Bazar. I am a Russian prince!And with these words beats a beat... forgive the sucked truss, who transported the prince right into his swallowed rye...
An employee of the Russian diplomacy catches up the German and drags him into the then Intourist, because with a roasted rope into the palace it is no longer a camelfo. In addition, Zubov, who immediately learned about the pronunciation, (as always, the knock is arranged faster than the sound) hinted to the ruler that it would be inappropriate for a beaten prince at the court to torch.
The Empress, of course, regretted the prince, the next day, through Zubov sent a dear tobacco with her portrait and expressed extreme regret for what happened. (I imagine the tooth roaring on myself, expressing this regret.)
The German accepted the gift, but Zubov hinted that he understands where the legs of this story grow from and if there is a chance, then with Zubov he will flirt. On this bitter note, he left Russia forever.
The Prince of Sherbats (Sorry!) He was dismissed from the regiment and sent to residence at his estate, with a ban on appearing in the capital.

It is sad, yeah? But history has a continuation.

After Catherine, Paul ascended to the throne. He summoned Shcherbatov to St. Petersburg, appointed him to the same regiment and earned a high rank.
Some time later, Prince Plato Zubov, traveling through Europe, went to Berlin, where he was challenged for a duel from the evil teuton. However, naturally believing that he, under the duel code, does not have the right to fight for Shcherbatov, he sent the challenge to the latter.
Emperor Paul learned about this when Shcherbatov asked for a vacation abroad, and ordered to give the prince five thousand rubles for travel expenses.
When Shcherbatov returned to St. Petersburg, Paul met him and asked:
He killed a German pig.
– Killed, Your Majesty, – modestly replied Shcherbatov.

Source: “Tales of General Kutlubitskaya about the times of Emperor Paul” Russian Archive. of 1866.

Have you noticed that all deputies and officials who have been infected with the coronavirus return to their posts refreshed and suspiciously burned?

My wife calls me.

- The cat came, sat on the laptop keyboard and he went out.

I, realizing that the combination of switching screens was probably pressed, first tried to explain what icons on the keyboard to look for... Then I realized that it was a long time and said that I would come in the evening to see.

He calls back.

You can help everybody and you can’t help me. and all. I fixed it myself without you.

How is? I ask.

The cat sat on the keyboard again. Everything worked out.

Before the most quarantine, the husband fell into drunkenness after almost a 15-year break. He promised to encode and once and for all closed. And literally the day I want fate was next to narcology. I went to see if it worked. In response, I heard, “Yes, from 8 to 2 o’clock. Do you have an alcoholic with you?”

Today is not Friday, I know. But history is interesting. I sell gadgets from time to time, in various places, including Amazon. Interesting stories - the sea, but today is just the theater absurd.



I bought a laptop on Amazon. A laptop, like a laptop, is good, working.



I got a message from her today: “Good evening. You know your laptop is not working well. His buttons don’t work as they should. I went to repair - I was told that the laptop was broken and the hard drive was broken and everything was broken. Let’s decide it somehow, because a laptop is not a thing for five euros. It looks like a robbery.”



And it would be nothing, but the laptop she bought two years ago. Spring worsening is no different.

I remembered a friend, a former pathologist. Ask familiar friends:

How is it to work with Morpheus? Was there something dangerous?

And he answers them:

It was. In the mid-1990s he was on guard at night. They knock on the door, I think they brought someone, I open the door. I have a circumcision under my nose and are demanding to give a recently delivered deceased...

I stopped swallowing tea. Looking forward to something interesting and exciting:

And...? ? to ? to ! to

My friend continued:

And I gave it to them. I am a pathologist, not a fool.

When I was a student, I regularly drove a 31 trolley bus, the route of which was from Color Boulevard to VDNH. On Monday, Wednesday and Friday at 8.05 a.m., the same driver arrived at the stop. A tough man in a beard and an unchanging blue Olympic. She called him Valeria. I was thin as a lion and challenging young. We already greeted our eyes and said goodbye in the area of the Theater of the Soviet Army, waiting for a new meeting after tomorrow. Of course, I slept one day. Of course, I quickly picked up textbooks, snacks, spare socks, a screwdriver and ran to the stop. It was 8.10. Valeria was waiting for me. The trolleybus was waiting too. When I closed the door, he smiled for the first time.