Soon the ruble will be so strong that we will receive the salary in pennies!

It may be unfashionable and unpatriotic, but I do not like the so-called simple people very much. At least his typical representatives.

Brejnev was already dead, and the USSR is not yet. After graduating from the university, I received a degree as a software engineer and a distribution to the factory computing center in the provincial city of N. I do not want to specify, other cities were not better.

I was given a bed in a dorm room with two police officers. They lived there decently, there was an agreement between the chief of the OVD and the management of the factory. The boys were simple, grew up in the village and went to the police after serving in the armed forces. Vovan had time to fight in Afghanistan and told about it on the occasion and without a reason. The stories did not shine with consistency, nor with the variety of stories: it is understandable, not Leo Tolstoy. The spirits came, Pete cut off his hand, Kolie his leg, and Vase his head. But we did not break them either. The next time Petya and Vasya changed places.

Stepa did not have such a bright biography, he served urgently in the North. A bride from the village came to him. My bed was in the corner behind the closet, and at night there was a whisper and a hot whisper before me: Ira was embarrassed, Stephan insisted. Vovan, whose bed stood close to Stepina, had more impressions, after Irina's departure, they and Stepan discussed the quantity and quality of the sticks.

They drank every night, of course. I tried to support the company of the day three, then got off the distance and got a contemptuous nickname “student.”

One day Stepa came home and gently nodded me on the bed with a book:
Stand up student! The crazy man leads.
What idiots, from where?
I stuck two wipes at the stop. Fuck me, my student!
How about IRA?
IRA and its ancestors dig potatoes. The fucking should not go away. Don’t worry, they will give you.

I gave up this tempting prospect and spent the next three hours in the dormitory hall. This was repeated often: Vavan steal the washer, I read in the hall. He read the entire city library from A to, it seems, G. He was impressed by the lightheartedness of the girls of the city of N and the talent of the seducer of Vovin: he did not look like a model of male attractiveness at all. But I was terribly naive.

One day I got sick, left work early and fell asleep in my ankle, hiding my head. I woke up from the voices behind the closet: apparently the mints made me pale, and I was not noticed. Listening, I realized that the girl, firstly, alone, and secondly, is not behaving at all foolishly.
I shed blood for you in Afghanistan. He swallowed waves. Do you not respect VDF?
I respect it.
Then drink it. And touch the muscles, see what biceps? Now I am touching you.
On to need! I have a guy.
Why is he leaving you alone?
He is working.
Well and well. He works there, and we will work with you.
Boys, can I go?
Where will you go one night? They are raped by maniacs. We are good, aren’t we, Stephanie?
Let go please!
Why are you cuddling? Anyway, if not in a good way, then in a bad way.
I will report to the police.
We are a militia.

By that moment, I was somewhat dressed and jumped out of the closet:
Girl, do you like it here?
No is!
Do you want to leave?
and yes!
So let’s go.

I took her by the hand and brought her out of the room under the eyes of confused police officers. Below, on an empty night street, he caught a private man, gave him three rubles and asked to take her where he would say. When he returned, Vavan badly asked:
Do you lie down? She is crazy!
Well, so I did a good thing – deprived her of her salary. But I think she didn’t want to stay. How did you convince her to go with you?
Like all of us. Xiu under the nose: go through, citizen! Then you will get rid of me.
Did you and the others do that? Xyva and force, not because they like it?
I like it, I don’t like it, it doesn’t matter. They are all crazy, only broken. And the more it breaks, the sweeter to break.
Step, and what are you? Do you also think so? What if IRA is like that?
Let him try! I break my legs.
I didn’t have time to rejoice for Irma, as Stepa continued:
I cut off my breasts so that it doesn’t fade.
Yes I understood. To re-educate you is useless, just remember. Here in this room, it won’t happen again.
Oh I was scared! The wave smiled. I will deliberately bring the Jew. They say they eat so funny. Would you do it to me?
“I’ll tell Leontic, you’ll fly out of the dormitory in front of your own whistle.

With the commander of the hostel Mikhail Leontievich I was connected by business relations. He served as a client of the program, which I was instructed to write on the toilet, something about the recording of bedding and the printing of accommodation certificates.

Are you knocking up, Pidor? Asked by Vavan. Not in terms of that.
I do not live by terms, but by law. I also advise you.

Two weeks was quiet. The menta did not talk to me, but the girls were no longer driven and hostile actions were not taken. Then I went to my parents for a weekend. When he returned, he began to lay out his bed and saw that the entire bed was filled with blood.

“The whole thing got caught,” Vavan laughingly explained. - And hole her to do, not to leave a fool like you.

I silently turned my gaze from him to the bloody spot and back. He understood, took the deformed palate and brought in exchange his own, almost pure.

The next morning I told Leonty.
Oh how! He extended it. And I told the director for a long time: Chase those mentions. Drinking worse than tears, all the toilets blurred. The guards do not listen. It turns out that the blasphemy has also been separated.

It wasn’t exactly what I expected to hear. But I achieved my goal, the ments were expelled from the dormitory and transferred to a barracks, ten people in a room. Hopefully, after that, the life of the girls of the city N became at least a little safer. But the opposite is not excluded: those who were not lucky were now allowed to circle not two, but ten.

If you wonder why I do not miss the USSR and do not seek to return to Russia, then yes. In addition to that.

As for the allegedly rescued girl, I am bullshit. Once I began to rescue, it was necessary to bring her to the very home, and not to leave in the middle of the night in the car with a stranger. How can I be sure that she came home whole and unharmed? Right, no one any.

At the competition of bullying over the new name of McDonald's with a big break won the phrase "Taste of the push."

Xxx: It was a very strange day. At first I found a hat full of money. Then a bad guy with a guitar followed me!

Once I worked in one company for a very long time, one colleague decided to joke about another. I went to the dressing room before everyone else and wearing a hat every day. I asked him constantly, “Are you okay with your health? It seems your head is growing" It came to the fact that the hat wasn't located, and he really was going to see a doctor) But the joke admitted.

After a long trial, he took his 9-year-old daughter to fishing. Immediately warned: men will drink vodka, you are on self-service. From the evening, she set up a tent herself, prepared a bed for herself and me, ran around the fire, watched for me to snack.

Fishing, as usual, has not happened.

In the morning, the daughter, looking out of the tent and seeing that the men, gathered at the fire, began to mourn, on the whole lake as shouting: "Daddy! and Dad!

Rise up! The men without you drink vodka!”

I took my 5 year old son out of the garden. We go home, and the girls pass by without a pipe. My son had a question.

Why do these women see their breasts?

Well, I explained that I need to talk about the chest, explained what a bra is, that it is hot in the summer, and so on. Question is closed.

It is hard to guess that at dinner, the wife asked the son:

How did you get out of the garden?

Okay, we talked to Daddy.

What were they talking about?

About the breasts...

xxx: If the homeopath, before the operation, offer homeopathic anesthesia or ordinary, I wonder - what will he choose?

I woke up early in the morning and the sun shone like a rainbow. Wear a sleeping mask. The mask was once purchased in the sex shop for entourage, but I sometimes sleep in it, because it turned out to be convenient, a lot of bandages.

The man wakes up and cries:

Ninth year of marriage. In a mask from a sex shop you sleep, you play with a cat, you beat an omelette with a vibrator.

A friend pulled me into the boxing section, practicing somewhere for six months. My sister asked to see her niece, he was 6 years old. And here it comes means that the root is following me and I am not alone. Let him take me with me. They came to the hall, the nobleman sat on the shop in the corner. I change my clothes and look in the corner and he is not there. Not the panic, but what it was. Then I watched the PM. The coach put on his gloves and teaches him to beat on his legs and so he spent all the training with the peelmen and the pearl was beaten and jumped on the skate.



P.S I worked for 2 years, but the tribe is still doing it for 14 years since that training.

xxx: When I was resting in Vietnam, the neighboring room was filmed by two American gay men. In the evening, they went out to each other. One stood furiously, the other bite. This is, in my opinion, a more serious test for the psychic.



YYY: Why write straight into gay? The option that they are heterosexual American ornithologists and brought with them a ridicule and phyllin is not even considered?

At a lesson in natural sciences, they put a trophy, for what I said about the sunflower, that they spin their flower following the sun, so they are called.

“No, they are called so because they are like the sun, and turning is a common misconception and fiction.

I did not argue. At home, I was welcomed by sunsets who looked straight at me from the palace when I opened the door coming from school. And every morning, when my dad and I ate breakfast, they looked at us out of the window (toward the rising sun) and whispered to me something like, “She’s dumb,” “She doesn’t spin.”

Sometimes it seems to me that the alarm clock specifically chooses the moment when you are sleeping very hard. He probably has special skills.

I finally found him. The encounters, whether by indiscriminacy or by ecstasy, gave the most contradictory information. And there were no indicators or advertisements, of course, not the universes. “He” is the ORS, the work supply department. Shops were such, but not for everyone, but for a certain caste. In oil-producing areas - only for oil workers, in metallurgical - for metalworkers, along the railways for railway workers and so on.
Inside it is empty. Only behind the shelf is the seller's ass. Yes, in the corner a certain old lady humbly hid, does not buy anything and - for some reason immediately understandable - no one is waiting, just standing. “And you don’t cough, young man.” I presented my papers. Is there a tuff? No, maybe there’s a clutter? Also not, but is it? Oh, I’m lucky, weigh five kilos, please. And this? You have a lot of abundance here. Also 5 kilograms. “I put my bag up. The set is essentially modest, but in ordinary shops there is nothing but a "tourist breakfast" and some seaweed in the banks. And the other ugliness is unhealthy, absolutely uneatable. At the end of the joke, as with the thistle and the condensed, I ask, “Is there cheese? Is there? Are you serious? One and a half pounds, please. “I can’t,” the seller replied. “Let’s give four hundred.” – Maximum four hundred grams. – “Let’s give four hundred.” – What kind of cheese, I didn’t even think of asking, there were, it seems, three names throughout the RSFSR, all not delicious, but it was cheese. and cheese.
The old lady quietly approached the doorstep. I noticed her hands, large, dark, strained. She hadn’t seen it before, hiding it under the blanket. The cloth is squeezed, somewhere carefully squeezed, tied around the waist of an indefinite color of an old but clean dress. “Daughter, do you sell me cheese?” “You can’t,” the saleswoman usually answers. “The young man can, he’s a traveler, but you, Momma, can’t.” You are not angry with me, my daughter. Forgive me, my daughter.”
I walked to the door. He turned and went back.
The grandmother...
She raised my blinking eyes on me. There was endless patience in those eyes. And obedience – whatever happens – is absolute obedience. Like a horse belonging to a wicked master. They whisper her constantly, it hurts, of course, but so it should be. Otherwise it cannot be.
What, my son?
I pulled her a wrap with cheese: “Please take it, grandmother. It is for you.”
At first she couldn’t believe it. Like the same struck horse, which suddenly instead of a knot was pushed up with oatmeal. No, it doesn’t happen, I’m dreaming. Then he swallowed:
God will bless you, son. I get the money now. Now, where are you, my son? Take the money, my son.
I was at the door, “Thank you. I don’t need your money.”
I am a tough person, not sentimental at all. But here I walk along the paths to my refrigerator section and I feel the tears boiling under the centuries. Tears of anger and powerlessness.
I crashed into the wagon. The bag told the mechanic: “You’re on duty today. “I’m sitting on my bed, I sit. I see the same thing: huge brown palms, accustomed to hard work since childhood. And the eyes, once radiant, and now the blind eyes on the wrinkles face. And most importantly: Impossible patience and submission in them.
The mechanic on the table alternately puts supplies on the table: "Oh, and the rice is overwhelmed! You are good boss. Here we have what? It will even be useful. I turned around and said, “Listen, boss, and if... what about you? Why are you so upset? Happened what?“!”
Nothing happened, I cried back. Everything as usual. As usual.

Makronite - often calling uselessly, long and messy talking on the phone.
To throw a slice is to always promise, but to give nothing.

Why is there still no criminal liability for such a shame? I just imagine a man living in full confidence that he has passed on his genes. Absolutely normal and understandable human desire. A man works, spends money to keep his genes growing and surviving. him, not somebody else. And then it turns out that he did not pass the nickname. And maybe it is too late. And for such a great, really meaningful naebalovo woman does not bear any responsibility, in fact. This must be regulated by law somehow. According to statistics, at least 5% of men do not raise their children. It burns every time.

In 2019, he bought Nintendo Switch. Godek got tired, tired and it was time to get rid of her. He put on the avito at the average market price, said, the full set, the state of fire, quickly found the buyer, a fun guy with dredds and the face of the young Nicholas Cage, and safely took her.

It’s been two years and on one bitter party at work I make a spontaneous decision to buy the same used turf as I did. I quickly find a suitable fresh ad nearby for cheap, I negotiate with the seller and in 15 minutes I shout to the nearest TC. I approach the main entrance, and there I am already waiting... That same Nicholas Cage with a smile to his ears and a console in his hands. No drinks, but it’s not scary. I approach, we silently look at each other, smile. A spark, a storm, a madness... Dialogue: “She?” “She ”. We begin to roast. The circle is closed.

My friend’s brother resigned and moved to a new job.



I ask :

Who is working now?

Vasa is now a big boss. More than a thousand people under it.

Oh well solid. Who was he arranged for?

Director of the cemetery.

The car industry crisis is when you sell an old car more expensive than you bought.

At work, I’m sitting in the office with five pretty cracked-looking aunts: jeans, sweaters, unwashed beads (I’m an ordinary kind of guy with a bit longer hair than usual). The courier comes in, looks around the office and asks, "Who of you was Vadim?" The next day, everyone (except me) came in shirts and dresses.