It was necessary to make a video of the young goat. No camera in the phone. I am forcing young people to move in the right direction. My mother asked me to leave, but I had no one else to ask for. Her mother is intelligent, she reads novels in French, drinks Arabic coffee, and reflects on philosophical topics.

She has long been distracted, and does not know how to shoot (well, and who does other videos for herself? ) is In other words, “I don’t want, I won’t. I cannot!” I persuaded. Worth removing, the goats are crushed, the mother turns, removing something. I prayed that at least in the frame they were and desirably whole. Photography is complicated in itself. And here without experience... And to sell goats must be urgently and not for meat.

I see. The video is perfect. No one shot of the camera, everything in the frame, the camera didn't even shake a little. It was perfect for moving after the small puppets. No one has seen such a home video of the young man.

The question is: KAAK?

He answers, yes, I was engaged in stand shooting in my youth, the first places in the city were many times. The main thing is to imagine that they are a target and aim as competition...

xxx: I once took a baton of bread, smeared it with strawberries and, like Toska, wanted to eat it in one slice, but my mother chose. She said that I would catch the bite of the intestine and eat it myself.



Mother covered her body.

We are divorced and we are all married.

This story took place in the distant 1974. of Kazakhstan. The Kustan region. Our battalion helps clean the bread. A solitary field. Here in the only house was located the management of the car.

On the first day, as we arrived at this place, until the senior had time to unload the property from the trailer, he strictly ordered those entering the suit not to sleep at night, and that, say, the Kazakhs wiped their boots and sweaters, and at the same time a new Zylovsky trailer. To me, personally, he said, the trailer is unlikely to be taken, but to remove the new wheel - how to drink can give!

At night we slept as well. At two o’clock I went out to the yard to cast and I saw that there was no wheel on the trailer. I am in horror. I woke up another daytime and we moved quickly into the fleet (1.5 km) to remove the wheel from some car. Everyone in the car park slept. We twisted the wheel from one ZIL and rolled it to the trailer. It all took us three hours. Before dawn, we went to bed with a feeling of deep satisfaction. After a couple of hours I woke up from some noise, listening. The senior shouted not with his voice, proving to someone: "I myself, personally, fearing that the daytime will fall asleep and the trailer will pull - I took off one wheel..."

It was an ordinary sunny day, nothing predicted trouble. Then the wife asked:
Am I not fat?

A year ago we had a case in the receiver: three drunk fools killed a lamb and carried him with a demand to a neighboring village, to which they never arrived - they got into the dungeon. The ambulance was stuck: three unconscious bodies in the blood, on one piece of the intestines rolling. They threw them on their bags and into the hospital. The surgeon for ten minutes thoughtfully stared at a piece of the intestine and mentally tried to resemble the victims.

Pugacheva sang when there were not many picabushnikovs in the world



Yyy: When life came out of the water, Pugacheva was already standing on the shore and meeting her.



A farewell concert.

Old age for you comes when you begin to defile youth.

About a guy from Volvo (help on the road)

This happened at the end of January 2011. I had a toy store.

One of my salesmen got married in a neighboring town, but continued to work for me. She and her husband bought a cottage, which she used to drive to work and back.

In the winter morning she went to work. Stir on two stripes through Vinogradovskaya pit for the fur, without risking, and not wanting to go past. When suddenly, a car that had surpassed her — she did not remember what — sharply fitted between her and the fur. This girl reflexively pressed the brake, the machine began to cuddle, caught the side, and flew off, curling, from the road to the right, and stood on the wheels.

She was attached, her pillows worked - she was not injured.

Her car has left.
Only the back door remained intact.

She walked away, got out of the car.

On the side stopped Volvo, from which she met the driver - a young man.
And this is what happened for which I am writing this text.

The action of this guy:
How do you feel?
Is something hurt?
Move your hands.
Raise your head. Do you feel pain anywhere? The stomach, the rib?
Is there someone else in the car?
Maybe an animal, a dog, a cat?
Go back into the car, take your bag, phone, all the documents. Check out the barbecue - there may be something needed there.
- Let's go into my car, so that I don't freeze in vain - call GAI, and somebody close to you - husband or father - who will help.

Her phone was broken. I only remember my mom’s number. From the phone of this guy called her mother, and already her mother called the store, telling her that the daughter will not go to work today.

Her husband was at work in Moscow and without a car. My father is also working in another city.
I went straight to her.

She moved from Volvo into my car, and the guy left immediately. We did not thank him.
You may read...

She then told me about these questions while waiting for the GAI, and then the evacuator.

I have never used it, and God do not give it. But if something happens, I will do the same: “How do you feel? Something is hurt? Is there someone else in the car? The animals? Take your phone, your bag, your documents, your money. Check the mess!“”

Thank you, you guys from Volvo!
You have good karma.

PS is
I just wrote this text, describing the events as I remember. It was like Wolverine had that guy.
I sent her for agreement.
She replied, “I think the car was Ford. The one who helped me. But maybe I am wrong. I asked where my glasses were. Do I have glasses on my face? They have to be found...”
Well, Ford or Volvo, it doesn’t matter to me. Per by the photos that guy will remember how he helped a man on the road, and he will be pleased that his help is memorable and valuable.

I will add photos later in the comments.

Do not believe that after vaccination you will not have children! Just returned from vaccination, all three children at home.

My son at the age of 7 with friends arranged a harassment of a classmate. When I learned about it, I removed the console and forced him to watch the movie.

After he finished I asked or he made conclusions. He replied what he did when I asked what he replied that he understood that if he would arrange a harassment I would make him watch boring movies.

No complaint has been filed since then.

xxx: At the biology lesson in 9th grade, the theme of reproduction and sex in humans began, I asked: And will practice? The teacher replied that some of you probably never :)))

I also turned from the lodge, from the 4th floor. It is obvious that he is not very sober, or even very drunk. It was about 96 years. A friend's birthday, parents dropped to the country, the house is free, the people are 20 people exactly. And the loggia was repaired, and part of the boards that come out on the street were removed (there was no plate, and not a metal pattern, as in the video, and boards parallel to the floor). At the next smoke I, machinewise, wrapped my hand on those perles, and they are not. A moment, fucking, and I am on earth. It is good that under the windows grew a healthy sirene, just above the second floor, she took me as a native))) I lie on the ground, my fists are compressed, myself in the shower, on the side of my grandmother on the bench: Low went, socks, did not get broken? I squeeze my fists, and they are full of sirene leaves, looking machine-taken while I was flying. He got up and went back to the fourth floor, there was no questioning yet. I call, the name opens, I am in socks on a bare foot, all encouraged, smell fresh green and smile. He said to me: Where were you? I smoked on the balcony. He said, “Well, then you will be punished!” In short, it all happened. There is no morality, just a coincidence.

When I met my second wife near the end of the 1990s and moved to her at the PMJ, I quickly discovered that the homework for the winter is not her. No, you could put on the table at the holiday without shame and guests picked up everything, especially under the water. But this is so that every time the refrigerator is opened, it is necessary to pull the cucumbers out of the bowl and eat them - there was no such thing. And with other preparations the same.

I had to take the matter into my own hands. Well, I’ve been doing cooking before, there was no problem here. The rest had to be taught. I went on a tribute to my aunt, the main specialist at the time in the family of crafts. While just in the garden the cucumbers started singing, well, I re-written her a recipe from a precious green notebook.



I came home, started this new business for me, constantly checking with the recipe. And the recipe was written - three tablespoons of salt on a three-litre bowl, then all kinds of herbs and leaves and at the end of 1 st. The Sugar. I wondered why this 1st. I have a glass, I don’t understand. Thinking decided that the aunt was more visible, but the full glass decided not to put, cost two-thirds. I twisted these two or three liters, when they were cooled, I put them in the warehouse.

In his next visit to his beloved aunt remembered and asked - and not a lot of it - a glass of sugar for a three-liter cup of cucumbers? You ask me, did you cook the strawberries? - and a green notebook is given, and there black on white is written - 1 tablespoon of sugar. It was I myself, coming out, lohanulся - lazy to rewrite word in word. Well, I marked these banks with a black label, so as not to be confused with others, and then began to act on the correct recipe.

In the winter, my cucumbers only went on the way! The open three-liter in the refrigerator stood constantly and was enough for a week - one and a half. And here somehow I come from work, and my wife begins to torture me - and what are you about the cucumbers in the corner? I opened them today.

I hung my head, I answered - this is the first shit, which is called the commo - cucumbers compot. I was forbidden to throw out the frog in the summer. You - I ask - have already eliminated them, or have you decided to let me try, so that I don't care? You say, the delicious cupcakes! The rest of you are great, too, but these are all out of mind!

I tried carefully - well compot compot. Of garlic, garlic and straw. A sharp such. Because with oxygen. As they say, for taste and color.

And since then I have had to every year in addition to normal cucumbers to make special, compot, for my wife.

The cat knows whose meat it has eaten, but the visitor is not.

The wife of your sister's husband

There is a designer working on ordering. And his face is strange – like the stewardess who goes into the cockpit to report that there is a terrorist in the cockpit.
“Sally, can you come to my office?
And what happened?
Better to see yourself...
- Just don't tell me that the book in the printing was damn printed, I just won't experience it!
No, the book hasn’t been brought yet, but you come.
Interested, I go to the designers. In the middle of the office is a middle-aged woman holding a pile of A4 paper in her hands. He reacted to me with some suspicious joy.
Explain why they don’t want to help me here.
What happened to you?
I want to print a portrait of a loved one on the canvas. He has birthday soon! My husband has birthday!
You are a private person?
I want to print a portrait of my husband. Your husband, you know?
Unfortunately, we do not work with individuals on these issues. And the canvas is not textile, but special paper. You should go to a small private advertising firm.
But I want you! - she insists, and her eyes somehow suspiciously glow. And then she shows what she has on the papers she shakes heavily: pictures printed on a poor black and white printer.
I take all the photos from her hands, look carefully and return with a breath:
“You see, even if we agreed to print one portrait on behalf of a private person, you have all the photos of very poor quality. Let the husband be photographed in the salon.
“But understand, girl, I want to make a surprise for the anniversary of our relationship!
Do it, I shake my shoulders. And we cannot help anything.
I’m going to complain to your boss that you’re rejecting me. She says evil.
Go on, I agree. Do not distract us from work.
The woman still stands in the middle of the office for some time, as if looking for the strongest arguments, but nothing, apparently, hasn’t come up with it, cleansing itself.
How to understand it? - Nearly a choir asks designers who have watched our dialogue very closely. Why did this strange grandmother bring a picture of your husband?! to

Why, why, because there are people of goats. Back in March, one such acquaintance asked his husband to give a small legal advice to his sister, very asked. The case was quite simple – consumer rights – and the husband agreed. He has a pitiful character in general, he cannot refuse simple requests to strangers, for which he was repeatedly grieved by me. As a result, the woman came, seemed polite and asked questions about the case, but the husband remained convinced that something was wrong with her. She looked strangely, stressfully, as if one of her visible secret signs had been written on his face, and did not express a special interest in the matter in which she came, although, according to her, it was very important for her. The consultation was short, the husband refused the money, and it would end, but this was only the beginning. I would say a prelude.

The next day began the bouquet season. The woman called my husband and asked to meet her at the cafe. He refused, citing the fact that he gave her enough information on her case, and if she has little, then it is better to hire a lawyer or contact a consumer protection society. She apologized and said goodbye. In the evening, I found him on social networks and started writing something like “how is it?”, “what are you doing?”, “I think of you.”

The husband cautiously asked his acquaintance why his sister behaved so. He refused: said, I have no idea, maybe you liked her, don't take it into your head. And then more. My husband received messages from the series "my love will overcome everything, and we will always be together", "I think of you - and therefore, you think of me", "I dreamed of our future, we will be happy." Darkness in general. My faithful, understandable case, put a fan on a black list. And she stopped guarding him at work. Sometimes I approached with a joyful look and cries that they agreed to meet in a cafe today, and it was very difficult to get rid of her. Sometimes I just stared in silence from afar. She left him small gifts at work - a diary, candy, cognac with cards in the form of a heart. It is good that in the work of my husband's colleagues people are serious, they don't know how to joke (every appearance there is a moral trauma), or they would raise the "object of passion" to laugh.

After some time, through acquaintances, I found out that this lady is mentally ill (as if nothing new, but she, as it turned out, has both a certificate and disability pension). She pursues all the men she deals with. For example, causing a sanitary for some small trouble. He pays, takes the money, goes away. After a day or two, she calls again, calls for another mess, the one comes — like everything in order, and she meets him at a full parade, with wine and catering. and so on. She lives with her parents who are already very old. She tells relatives and acquaintances that she has a fan who gives her flowers and invites her to date. Then she literally begins to cry and hysterize, supposedly he dropped her. And the family instead of somehow trying to arrange her treatment, is just looking for her "victim". And once she bought something with marriage (whether a fan, or something like that), her brother bothered her to go to a lawyer for advice — and advised my husband. Agreed on reception - and voila, the sister is absorbed by "new love", the relatives do not understand. The candidacy of my husband, which is typical, this family is fully satisfied, since he is a gentle person by nature, will not roughly send and will not harm (or she tried to chase one taxi driver, so he almost beat her, took her to the industrial zone and threw her out of the car, then with the police were looking). Fantastic dogs, right?

What to do in such a situation, the husband as a lawyer did not quite imagine. Such persecution does not fall under any sanctions, in addition, a woman with a certificate, even if she begins to rush on it - what to take from her? We do not hospitalize the heavily bullied until someone is thoroughly murdered. The husband called this dog-familiar, asked to persuade his sister to leave the persecution, it was better to look after her, to show the doctor. The acquaintance just shrugged his shoulders: “I can’t do anything.

And in the end, she came to me in the office, knowing exactly that there is a “separator” here. After explaining to colleagues that my husband is being persecuted by a mentally ill woman, I decided to act on my own. I had the phone of my rival brother. And I called.
Hi my dear!
Where are you calling? He was amazed.
“To you, little girl,” I answered gently. Let’s meet at the cafe.
Have you confused me with someone?
“I’m Sally, the wife of your sister’s husband,” I explained. Did you understand now?

And he understood. He, the shit, quickly understood what I was going to do. For example, to the fact that his wife will not believe for anything, that he did not go aside or at least did not try if I started writing him gentle text messages and so on. Without a certificate. If you don’t believe me, I’ll come up with something else. The main thing is to start and deepen. What is far to go for examples - here, at Picaba, there were thematic stories. And Kolenka, the creature, cried out that I was very, very angry, and now there will be a response with the involvement of all my resources, because I have such a job - to accumulate useful acquaintances.

Except for the May holidays (which were not holidays at all, but this is a different story), for more than two weeks no one pursues us and our husband. Hi you, Colin, if you are reading Picaba.

One minute and you are in Minsk!

I walk somewhere in the street, I squeeze a beer, and here I see a picture: two workers... wear one fist (a long time to explain all the technical details), and there is a decently dressed guy standing next to them and watching them. I, being a little familiar with such processes, approach and say:

I’m sorry guys, isn’t it easier to do it this way?

Further, an incomprehensible reaction: the workers laughed, and the man (prorab) became white.

Yes, at first they told him that it was better to do as I said, but the prorab insisted on his own. And I was already the third one who went by and offered their option...

X: Fuck, and I was similar. At the height of the process, my girl is like this - hit me!

My mother taught me that girls can’t beaten.

Uncertainly, she wrote so.



Yyy: Even during sex he is about his mother!

Any power sings sweetly, but it always lacks your voice.