I once, sorry, struck the most precious woman’s place with cowards. She went to the pharmacy and asked for a baby cream to ease her suffering. He even explained the area of defeat. Who knew that this fox would give me a baby cream with mint?!? Sadist to fucking. In the eve of relief, I smeared without looking at the packaging... The feeling was, gently speaking, so to myself. I do not recommend. Zero of stars. I wanted to go and write a complaint on her the next day, but I couldn’t go.

I was born and raised in Ufa, Republic of Ufa. of Bashkortostan. The city is one of 15 million-dollar cities of Russia, among other things. Then he moved to live in Moscow.

The most popular issues in employment and not only:

1st Ufa is what country?

2nd Do you have a work permit in Russia?

Three Is Ufa Kazakhstan?

4 is Ufa is where Tatarstan is.

There was another case. A colleague in full seriousness, with a little sadness in the eyes and sympathy in the voice, once asked me: do you live there in the jurts?

in the subject. For those who remember. In the Soviet Union, the cream for shoes was produced exclusively in black color, but it was called "Rainbow".

Summer snow cleaning tenders announced in Nizhny Novgorod

Finally in the city came truly summer days: on the street +34 degrees, the sun shines brightly, with a special force baking the heads of the lower towns. Well, and once these things are behind the window, the road drivers decided that it is time to do the business: it is time to remove the snow.
In this case, by the way, a large contract on state procurement has already been allocated.

According to the documents of application No. 32009293806, posted on the portal on July 3, 2020, the contractor will have to clean snow and snow from the territory of motorways and adjacent pavements. It is planned to spend only about 15 million rubles.
At the same time, all the snow and all the snow on the low-city roads need to have time to clean up before August 31, 2020!
We wish the downtown roadmen success in their heroic work.

I have the feeling that on the night of January 1, people will not so much welcome the New Year as to spend the old 2020...

My husband and I are in the car, it rains.

I’m a frog, I need to change.

My husband yes. and brakes.

I am, but the houses are

My husband, phlegmatically - ah. We need to see where we go without brakes.

xxx: A long time ago, 10 years ago (maybe a little less), I worked in the security, at one enterprise, which is now in our Zadrypinsk, almost a monopoly on the Internet. I always preferred dull work, as you can read, shake and if you need to sleep, and experience drops to everything.



Well, it fits me like a person at work who sits on a relatively important position as an engineer and says:

Agent, do you need to work out your profile?

Why not get fired.

You need to be in one of the “currently operating enterprises” to sit down.

-Nie, I will not pull on two jobs, we are also fed well here)

For a month and a half altogether.

Where is the previous one and why do they not take the permanent one? ! to

- And they have a girl in this position for this time on vacation, she does not play, it is necessary to scratch Augie's barracks.

Why don’t they take the normal job?

A bearded uncle in a sweater with deer for such a salary will not suck from the management)))



Here I fell into a precipice and seriously re-evaluated life values.



Worked and stayed? Was the girl fired?

I gave the child a laptop, played in the developers, went to the kitchen. In a few minutes, I hear a whistle with a characteristic sound of flying plastic. I run into the room, praying for myself: “Not just a laptop! “Though there is little hope. In the room, the child sits, like nothing else, with a note on his knees.

What did it fall with such a hustle?

The toy machine fell out of the closet.

I thought it was a laptop.

- No, Mom, the laptop groove is quite different...

- O_O

This story happened a long time ago, in 1985. I don’t remember it, just some pictures. I know this story much more not from my memories, but from the stories of my parents.

We interrupted the road, or the pipes were changing, or something else – there was a deep pit, well, the earth was rolling that, there, here. We, the other children, around this pit, my parents nearby talk about something. So then.

A motorcyclist flies at an enormous speed, and whether it is a stone from excavating it to him under the wheel, or it is a whirlwind to get around - it is not a matter, it flies off the motorcycle, it flies in a cube, the motorcycle on the road cutting scars bounces. And some shit from a motorcyclist flies away and flies into the same hole, falls. My daughter and I followed the hernia that flew away, the adults let us help the motorcyclist, pulled him off to the stop, trying to provide first aid.

We quickly found what flew away in the pit, we get to the motorcyclist.

“Uncle, here’s your prosthesis, and we stretch him... his leg below his knee. And the uncle is in shock, white and unconscious.

There was such a subject - "Ecology", which is not needed for our specialty. As a result, few people visited him. The groupman walked all the pairs, did not come to the bill (why I don't remember), and somewhere a couple of weeks later went to negotiate to the department about the transfer. And in his trouble there was only this lead, leading our ecology. Then there was such a conversation:

A: Good morning, and the Prepodovich is possible?

Q: Why is he for you?

A: Yes, about the transfer to agree.

Q: What about ecology? Why did they not give up immediately?

A: It couldn’t be on account.

Q: Did you attend lectures and practices?

A: Yes, it was almost everybody.

Q: Well, you know, he flew to the U.S. not before the autumn.

The man was upset and left. The fact that he talked to the desirable predecessor learned only in a week)))

It is not terrible when the minority controls the majority. If this minority is genius and smart.

It is terrible when a foolish flock of bulls begins to teach their concepts to a tiny bunch of intelligent people.

I have a funny story about how we twice became ugly, ugly relatives. My grandmother had five sisters and a brother. All of them, due to the circumstances of life, travelled throughout the country, then the USSR. I went to my grandmother to rest. She had a private home in Sevastopol. My grandmother is an incredibly good-soul man, giving himself all his life to everyone but himself. She welcomed guests in any number, feeding, drinking and washing them all. I remember my childhood and courtyard, full of aunts, uncles, nephews, nieces and other relatives in the number of at least 15-20 people per summer. The guests did the same thing as all the vacationers - ate, slept and went to the sea. Grandma at this time went to work, then came, cooked food for everyone, cleaned and washed. No one offered special help, yes, except for the little things.
One day, when she saw her sister rolling on the bed, she asked her to help her in the kitchen. My sister replied, I did not come here to work, but to rest. And then the grandmother broke - she spoke about their behavior and literally in an hour expelled them all and never attracted anyone else, although at first many were still trying to get to a hideous rest. Then the grandmother through her tenth hand heard that all her relatives cursed her, saying that she was a villain, since she did so to them. Grandma, by the way, for a long time (and probably still until now) very much experienced this moment (she recently told me that secretly, in the hope of establishing a connection, she wrote letters to the sisters, but no one ever replied).

And here, since the moment of that conflict, it has been 15 years, my grandmother's house, on her wish, I sold, bought her an apartment and we began to live and live, leaving the new owners of the house grandmother's phone for the case. One day my grandmother calls me and tells me that the new owners have called and complained that a bunch of our relatives have come and are sitting with them near the house in their suitcases, demanding to find us and refusing to leave. The grandmother had all these memories, plus she, again by her kindness, did not want to cause inconvenience to the new master. In general, I was sent to our old house for dismantling.

I come and really - near the house on the suitcases are seated 7 completely unfamiliar people, of them 4 children. I imagine them, I ask what happened and immediately the adults jump up, fly to me and start, interrupting each other, screaming:

We came here and you even sold the house! How could you??? Why have we not been informed??? We sent you letters (later I learned from the owners - there were no letters), and you were all the same fools, not even a new address left, we had to sit here in the heat with the children for 3 hours while waiting for you. Laden your suitcases and go.

Wait for me, gentlemen. First of all, who are you? And why do you treat completely unfamiliar people, threatening them with the siege of the home? Where do I have to take you somewhere?

“I,” cried the man out of the crowd, “by the way, your uncle. And this is my wife, and this is her friend, and this is our children, your, by the way, native blood. I went where you live there, really I don’t want to go into the apartment, I hope you bought another house...

“Well, my native blood, I can tell you how to call a taxi and go to a hotel. And I advise the owners to call the police if you do not leave their territory. All good...

Further, there were many screams, I will drop them, because their essence was that they were going to us intentionally and no other hotels (so-called - other hotels) they did not look for.

Well in the calice a new hostess appeared, tempted me with the finger, or I thought I was right there being hit with suitcases and thrown away with children...

Going into the yard to talk to the owners and apologize to them, I heard in the back - exactly the apple from the apple does not fall far away, as ugly as her grandmother. The same one? Worse than 100 times, what kind of shit we grew up, not in vain they all hate us...

I regret that the grandmother had to lie, saying that people confused the house, or otherwise she would start to oppress herself again, that she did not greet her mother as appropriate...

The Federation of Daughterhouses of Russia has appealed to the LGBT community with the request that they make their symbol the Borschevik. At least for one season.

From discussions of boring descriptions of films:

The guy just flew out of the bookcase and was thinking about space.

Yyy: The guy was watching his daughter, sitting behind the closet.

zzz: How drastically the genre of the film has changed))))

In my youth when I was 27, I sat with a friend in the park on a bench and discussed some topics.

Here he distracts on a guy of our age and to him:

Friend: Hi to you! Are you Igor?

Yes to Igor

Did you study like this in that year?

and is smiling

And I think: Well probably a fellow student I met, even glad for him.

Boy: Learned

Then I did not understand what happened:

A friend wrote him a pair (he was a candidate for a boxing sports master) and that guy splashed on his ass, and then stood up and ran through the groves from a friend. And the friend quietly came back and, as nothing happened, sat on the shop further.

I: Who was that?

Drugan: Old friend, when this friend and others studied in the heels, the same passage was not given to us and others, the money was taken away, beaten around the corner. He ruled there. I counted for them into boxing and trained until the seventh sweat. And there is such a good luck after many years.

The church can drive the devil out of you, but the slave of God never.

Love is like a dream
(from the song)

Have you heard of Lena Pennina, the girl without sleep? It was published in medical journals. Although the name was not named. So I better tell you. About her and immediately about Jora, because they are now together, and separately cannot be told.
For the first sixteen years, Penkin was not interested in medicine. Her parents loved Lena, she studied well, but as she grew up, she fell asleep more difficult and slept less and less. But the school was able to finish with a medal, and entered the Energy Institute, apparently there was a reserve. From the second course went, first to academic, health, and then entirely. Lena stopped sleeping. At night, she, at best, slept, a couple of times a clock, almost without turning off. My parents were looking for the best doctors. One doctor prescribed to drink red pills, the other strictly prohibited them. Both came together only in one thing - before going to bed you need physical activity in the fresh air. Lena started to run. Light, slim, with a very big heart, she ran with pleasure. And after training for a year, I was tired of running no more than another person from rushed walking, and someone from sitting in front of the TV. She could run for hours, but, unfortunately, insomnia did not stop tormenting her.Lena won city marathons, one after the other, but she could hardly do anything more - read, count, everything was through force. She tried to work as a courier in order not to take the money of her parents, but forgot her addresses and ran back with all the papers. On May holidays, Lena won a supermarathon organized by a gas company and received a one-room apartment as a reward. Her parents were afraid to let her go, but she insisted. Having received the keys, Lena lay on the floor of her own empty apartment and — Oh, a miracle! I fell asleep! In the morning, the parents and a cousin, a knowledgeable Feng Shui, came. They brought the furniture, managed the loaders and collectors, arranged everything in place. Lena’s bed was on the other wall, not where she slept the first night. The dream did not come. I did not come the next night. In desperation, Lena moved her bed to her old place and fell asleep again. But the joy was premature, the next night Lena did not sleep, and behind the wall, very, apparently, thin, halfway engaged in love. Lena was lying and crying, she also wanted love, family, children, wanted to be normal.
Her parents asked her to return, but Lena refused. In a new apartment, not every night, but still sometimes managed to fall asleep. In addition, there was a park, recently opened. From the benches, however, the paint has already descended, eternal lawns have formed on the paths, but Lene liked the park. She ran in it every day, for many hours, without thinking about anything. One day, she overtook another runner, a big dumb guy, and suddenly felt that she could fall asleep right now, right on the run. Surprised, Lena ran through the circle, overtook the guy again, and the feeling, strange but pleasant, repeated. Then Lena sat down on the bench and waited for the nasty man to run past. He ran and Lena fell asleep. The dream was temporary, but she was happy. Since then, coming to the park, Lena was the first thing to look for this man. Unfortunately, he only ran on Saturdays. This day of the week was now the most desirable for Lena. She fell asleep on the bench when the guy was running, waking up when he was going away. Sometimes Lena rushed into the race, overtook and waited on another bench to get time to sleep several times a round. Waiting for Saturday, Lena worried that the guy might no longer appear, he was painfully not suitable for running on the set - a wide body, long powerful arms and short, slightly curved legs. But the guy did not miss the training and ran, slowly and hard. And one Saturday evening it happened that her runner interrupted the run and sat on the bench next to Lena, very close.
“The rope was loosed,” he explained confusedly.
Lena did not hear his words. Her eyes were already closed, her body relaxed, in a deep sleep, she pressed to the shoulder of a stranger. Jora, and that was he, sat for three hours without moving, afraid of waking up the girl. Per he would have been sitting longer, but a guard came to warn that the park was closing. However, these hours Jora spent not without use. For the first time he thought deeply about his work. Jora sold bricks. He did not come to this immediately, once tried to engage in science, but the institute was leased, scientists were disbanded. Selling bricks was difficult: they paid little, and the backpack with the samples was very heavy. Many did not even open the door to Zora, fighting without looking. And Jora came up with baking small bricks that looked like big ones. Then it will be easier to drag, or you can take more samples with you. There, on the bench, Jora thought about how to make a shape, mix the mass and adjust the oven. Going forward, I will say that the idea proved to be a success. No, Jora did not start selling more bricks, but people started buying those bricks from him. Some took just the way, someone for a toy house, others found a hole in the walls between large bricks. The real breakthrough happened when suddenly there was a fashion to give bricks to the newlyweds, for happiness. Orders came from all sides. Jora founded OOO "Cinderella", bought an abandoned factory and set up production there.
But all this will be later, and now Lena and Jora are saying goodbye at the park gate.
– It’s time for me to go home to my wife, said Jora.
I understand. “Thank you,” replied Lena. You have your ropes loosened. I am running again.
Lena ran through the street, almost without touching the asphalt heated by the summer sun. She ran all night without feeling tired and laughing at the wind. Early in the morning, in the first bakery opened, Lena bought two croissants and ate breakfast with appetite.
Since then they have healed. Sure, Lene wanted Jora to sit around again, but she was embarrassed to ask.
Once they met in the courtyard and found out that they live in the same house, but in different parades.
What floor is it? - asked Lena and stumbled, so she wanted Jora to say "twenty-third."
“Twenty-third,” said Jora.
Now Lena realized that in her happy nights at the wall of the neighboring apartment, Jora was sleeping. And in the miserable by the wall lies his wife. Or a dog. He probably doesn’t have a dog. Only a wife.
A couple of months, or maybe years, it doesn’t matter, and this same wife told Jore that she wanted to become a stewardess and with the pilot to change him. After the divorce, Jora got drunk, made a debush and spent three days in the police. And on Saturday was purchased from there by the accountant of OOO "Cinderella". Released, Jora, as it is, unwashed and unwashed, went to look for Lena. I found her at the entrance to the park.
“I’m divorced,” said Jora. Let us go to me?
“Better run,” replied Lena.
In the elevator, Jora hugged her and clung to herself. As they climbed to the twenty-third, Lena had time to shake. In the apartment, she sent Joru to wash, she took the ambulance, laid her bed clean, split up and lay down. Jora got out of the bathroom, and they immediately got in love. Then they fell asleep in a hug, happy, slept at five. Wake up from hunger. Lena recalled that she had two croissants and a float in the refrigerator.
It’s a pity that the wall is hindering, so you don’t have to dress up and go through the street. Lena said, pulling up.
Jora wrapped a belt on his fist and from the first blow broke a hole in the wall. Then they disassembled the hole, strengthened, dusted, again engaged in love and then slept until Monday.
They did not separate anymore. Lena sleeps every night, and Jora is watching it. Of course, when Yurochka was born, the regime collapsed, but for a short time. The boy grew up calm, even allowed his mother to study - Lena recovered at the institute. And after graduation, she went to graduate school, but not immediately, because by that time Svetka was born and turned out to be much more fighter than her brother - for six months she did not let Lena sleep, however, did she get used to it. In postgraduate studies, Lena successfully defended on the subject: "Replacement of multipolar disconnectors with elastic connectors." Diplomas of international exhibitions. Implementation is slow. Progressive countries such as New Zealand, Denmark and the Faroe Islands have already launched a program to replace all interconnectors with connectors for a decade.
Jorin plant works, demand is stable. There is also a new prospective direction: OOO "NANOKIRPIC". And also Jora bought the country's largest combination of iron concrete bases. So if you come across an iron concrete base - know, most likely it is Jorin.
Jora and Lena live in a spacious house, built entirely of small bricks.
Well, like everything I said, what else to add... Oh yeah, Lena is expecting a third child, preparing for a marathon for pregnant women, the start is after tomorrow.
I think he will win.

by 2020

13: I am the worst number.
666 – I am not.
January 2020: Hi...

We were on the beach on the weekend as part of a crowd of children: 2 girls of 16 years, 2 boys of 10 and 13, and a goat of 3 years.

The children are crawling on the shallow water, my wife and a friend are watching, I am in the shade of the phone.

The wife breaks the idyll: Pernatyi, there is a pedophile campaign!

I run to the water, and there a man surrounded by a crowd of children throws them off their shoulders. Three of them, as I know.

The children rested, the wife was punished for stupidity, the husband was respected.

Really boring, I am afraid to enter the entrance with girls under forty years old!

We have an electrician at work in our home. We decide how much to drop on a new cupboard. One colleague says, he said, at home he has a tea bar for many years, almost new, but faulty, like if you do, we will use it. He brought him the next day. The breakdown was found in a minute, the contact support in the subset was deleted. Well, then you already guessed, the man this cup of tea in the cloth and home.) We decide how much to drop on a new tea.