Can you talk about anything other than retirement?
and well.
Well, let’s talk about fishing.
“I also thought I’d retire, I’d go fishing, and now you’ll survive this fucking fishing.

He taught his future wife to swim. We went into the sea not very deep, approximately through the chest. He began to show how to breathe, grasp, and so on. He supported her from below when she lay on the water.

They sailed along the shore. But, apparently, the bottom was not very even, and, swimming a little aside and tired, she decided to stand on her feet. But the bottom was not underneath them, and she, in panic, grabbed me so that it was impossible to tear her off. I, in this state, naturally, too, could not swim and tried, resisting her pressure, to advance together towards the shore. But nothing came out of it, the grip was strong and pulling down.

I don’t know how, but in a state of shock, the brain thinks differently. He began to act intuitively, and then recalling this situation was shocked by the fact that if not this decision, they could drown together.

I shouted to her, “Exhale and hold on! "And he himself, having exhaled, went down with her to the bottom (it was very close, even less than a meter below us) and walked down the bottom to the side of the shore. It all happened in seconds.

Remembering is still scary.

I remember when you started walking at 11 months, like a cat whispered naked.

Uncle, who are you?

I’m signed to your mother on social networks.

The true sign of the banana republic is the expensive bananas.

The "Wild" Lieutenant: the chief idol of Fidel Castro and Che Guevara

In 1963, in Spanish-language newspapers was published an interview with the leader of the Cuban revolution, and for one of the most famous people of our time, Fidel Castro. Among the many rather traditional and familiar questions, one emerged: "Which of the heroes of the Second World War could you call your idol?" Apparently the journalists wanted to hear the name of someone famous, but the commander was not so simple.

Being an educated man, he, like legendary Che Guevara, had a huge passion for books. Once in his hands got the story of Alexander Beck "Volokolamskoye Highway" about the feat of the 8th Guard Panfilovskaya Division. One of the main characters of the book is now the little-known Soviet officer from Kazakhstan, Bauzhan Momish-ulla, he called his hero. But how did this hero of heroes become famous?

A noble and beautiful young officer went to serve in the RKKA a few years before the Great Patriotic. During this time he had time to learn to be an artillery officer, took part in battles in the Far East with the Japanese army, participated in the campaign to Bessarabia. Then he went to serve in Alma-Ata, where he was struck by the war.

In the autumn of 1941 he asked to the front as a volunteer, just at this time in the city was formed 316-shooter division. Already at the stage of creation, it was assumed that this unit would be one of the most combat capable - it was sent to adult men who had an idea of war, all of them were volunteers. In the part of Momoch-ul was appointed commander of the battalion.

The first appointment of the division threatened to be the last - the military part was sent to protect the approaches to Moscow. The command understood that the offensive units of the Wehrmacht would simply turn 316th, but it was necessary to hold the capital before the approach of the Far Eastern armies. The case was complicated by the fact that the Soviet command literally prohibited the study of defensive concepts in the army, it was assumed that the Red Army should be defeated by offensive operations on foreign land. You could have lost your position for a different point of view.

But Ivan Vasilyevich Panfilov, who had to command the 316th division, went to the trick. He developed a tactic of conducting spiral combat. In his opinion, under the condition of a numerically superior enemy, acting by the usual methods was suicide. Thus, his divisions had to keep a front length of more than 40 kilometers, although according to all norms of war time they could only defend 12 kilometers. In such a situation, any concentrated attack by the enemy would break through the defense. And then Panfilov suggested to act as follows.

The unit did not need to arrange an entire defensive front. Instead, it was necessary to strike a moving enemy column, and, after a short fight, move away from the attacking enemy. On the way behind the retreating division, small settlements and resistance foci were organized, which seduced the enemy to the side of the retreating, while delaying. After the enemy stretched out, the division sharply changed direction and returned again to strike the main forces. Such disturbing strikes greatly stretched the enemy's forces, which greatly slowed its advance. As a result, the division not only survived, contrary to all predictions, but also did this heroically, for which it was renamed the 8th Guard Panfilovskaya.

It is noteworthy that Panfilov developed only the theory, but the best to implement it was the Combat Momoch-Ula. Having entered the battle in mid-October 1941 as a commander of the battalion, in November he already headed the regiment, although he remained a "starley". The significance of his merits can be judged by the fact that Panfilov’s defensive theory was called the “spiral of the Momişula.”

Colonel-General Erich Goepner commanded the 4th tank group, and it was he who had to face the tactics of the young Kazakh. During the offensive, he would write in his reports to Hitler: "A wild division, fighting in violation of all statutes and rules of battle, whose soldiers do not surrender to captivity, are extremely fanatical and do not fear death."

The only wildness of the International Volunteer Division was that they were not familiar with the German plans. Instead of heroically dying under the hooks of German tank armies, the regiment of Momoch-Ula chose life and victory.

The tactics of the "wild" Kazakh can be judged by several episodes. On his first day on the front, the lieutenant proposed to the commander of the regiment to create a squadron of 100 volunteers and make a night trip with them. With him he took only the most experienced and at night went to one of the villages occupied by the enemy. In less than an hour, three hundred enemies were destroyed.

Under the Demian regiment, the senior lieutenant had to meet with the SS division "Dead Head". Here he had to fight again with a numerically superior enemy. He selected six settlements occupied by the enemy. Twenty units, into which the regiment was divided, under the cover of the night alternately attacked all targets at once. As soon as the enemy organized the defense, the squadron retreated, and a few minutes later another division attacked the village from the other side. And such a hell was created in all six directions for several hours. The renowned division with a loud name held as it could, but was confident that it would deter the main offensive of the Soviet army. They did not know that they were fighting with a troubled regiment. During the night, the losses of the fighters of Momoş-Ula amounted to 157 fighters, the SS division was underestimated 1200 soldiers.

As we can see, the starley adhered to the tactics of Alexander Suvorov – always hold the initiative in the offensive. However, modern realities have also been taken into account. The Panfilovs could not give one general battle. After they crushed one German part, several others fell on them. Momish-ul was repeatedly surrounded, but each time he broke, while keeping his battalion, regiment and division in full combat readiness.

The 30-year-old Lieutenant began his legendary journey in October 1941 with a combat, a month later he commanded the regiment, in February he headed his native division, while remaining a senior lieutenant. Only a few months later he was awarded one after another extraordinary titles up to Colonel. He was nominated for the title of Hero of the USSR, but was rejected.

The delays with the awards were influenced by his peculiar character. His colleagues described him as a cheerful, cheerful man who always told the truth. This has caused a lot of friction with the boss.

This is a rather comic situation in the future. According to the stories of Momish-Ula, her adoptive father rarely used his connections and influence, but he loved to read about himself in newspapers. He learned how highly his feats were appreciated by Fidel Castro and Che Guevara and immediately sent them an invitation to visit. Cuban guests, during a visit to the USSR immediately stated that they would like to meet with the legendary "wild" Kazakh.

The authorities began to organize the meeting. But there was one problem - the apartment house, where the legendary panfilovec lived, was in a terrible condition. The local authorities immediately offered the family to move to a new apartment, but Momish-ul rejected. He stated that he is not ashamed to receive guests in such a house, and if anyone is ashamed of his housing, let him live with it.

After long negotiations, all sides came to a compromise - the hero's house was repaired, and he settled with his family at the hotel during the repair. A whole delegation came to visit the commander, it turned out that Castro virtually did not break up with the books of Momish-ulla, but it was impossible to discuss all the topics in one short visit, so the hero of the war was invited with a return visit to Cuba. In 1963, this invitation was fulfilled.

The meeting of the Kazakh legend could only be compared to celebrations in honor of Yuri Gagarin. The Cubans expected that their idol would hold lectures on warfare over the course of a month, but Momish-ul refused, saying that he would do it in 10 days, but he could not be delayed – he was awaited by students. He taught courses in the military school "exit from the surrounding without losses" and "guiding night battles in the offensive".

Baburzhan Momish-ulla died in 1982 at the age of 71. He was awarded the title of Hero only in 1990.

Putin doesn’t like raising the retirement age.
Putin with the people. It’s a pity that he doesn’t decide anything in the Kremlin.

I lived with a girl, I am 21, she is 22. I watched football and she was there. And then something knocked on me, I said, "And you know that players first play a match without a stand, look at the bill, and then repeat it in front of the spectators?" I said and forgot. A couple of months later, she goes to her parents in another city, and there is a call: "Taran44ik you are a fool!" And everything in this way. God sees, I’ve put in my head everything I could do, but it turned out to be a little easier. Sitting her dad is watching football, and then my favorite decided to shine with knowledge in football and said that in general she knows about the scheme with two matches.

The retirement age should be raised, but on a voluntary basis, but for those who initiated and supported it, forced.

The bullet hit him in the cheek and flew into his neck.
“Yesterday, the head of Kutuzov was shot again. I think he will die today or tomorrow.”

In 1774 in the battle near the village of Shuma near Alushta, 300 people were killed by the Turks, the Russians lost 32 people. Among the wounded was Lieutenant Colonel Kutuzov.
“This chief officer was wounded by a bullet that, hitting him between the eye and the whisker, flew out in the same place on the other side of his face.”
The bullet hit the commander in his left eyelid, came out of his right eye, but did not hit him.
He was operated. Doctors considered the wound deadly.
However, Mikhail Illarionovich recovered, although the recovery process was long.

On August 18, 1788, during the siege of the fortress, Očakov Kutuzov was again seriously wounded in the head. The bullet hit Mikhail Illarionovich in the cheek approximately in the same place where he was wounded in 1774. From a great loss of blood he felt weakness and was taken out of the battlefield. In a letter to the Austrian Emperor Joseph, Prince de Lin wrote: “Yesterday they shot Kutuzov’s head again. I think he will die today or tomorrow.”

“They shot the head again,” it sounds great.
Catherine the Great was able to pick people.

The trade union of prostitutes of Russia said that the most experienced and well-deserved people who have reached the pre-retirement age of 63 years will go to the deputies and officials.

The fools in their mania of the Vedic always consider their personal interests and the interests of their hosts to the interests of the whole country. And when someone presses their tail, they whisper about betrayal and betrayal.

My friend has a professional in every botanic there. In the middle of the summer, we go with him to the market, around a bunch of merchants, everyone is trying to sell something. A grandmother invites us:
- Take my potatoes, grown on your site, with your own hands, with love, for yourself.
A friend, looking at the buds, says:
I have to take. Let’s help this grandmother a little. It has a place very far away.
I am interested:
Do you know that grandmother?
Reply to:
and no. I know this potato, it’s from Egypt.

- Dmitry Anatolyevich, the children are growing up. The family buzz cannot withstand.
Yes yes yes. If you don’t have an iPhone, buy a Lamborghini. And I am like a poor man for the second year in the same bandley.
Education in London, instructors, governors...
How much is the content of the property. Not me to explain to you.
My dogs refuse to fly on such a plane.
- Old wives ask for alimony, and young men are also not encouraged by the ministerial mandate, you need to buy an apartment.
There is not enough money, we have to come up with something.
All arguments are for, against anyone. The government is unanimously in favour of raising the retirement age.

The middle daughter, the third, fell from the bicycle on the country, scratched the skin on the nose. Her story :

It was very painful, but I decided not to cry, because the tears were salty, and my nose would hurt even more. So I did not cry. I just spoke.

My friend has a professional in every botanic there. In the middle of the summer, we go with him to the market, around a bunch of merchants, everyone is trying to sell something. A grandmother invites us:

- Take my potatoes, grown on your site, with your own hands, with love, for yourself.

A friend, looking at the buds, says:

I have to take. Let’s help this grandmother a little. It has a place very far away.

I am interested:

Do you know that grandmother?

Reply to:

and no. I know this potato, it’s from Egypt.

The incident occurred in the city-megapolis Chongqing. The student invited the girl to a seafood restaurant, one of the many restaurants where aquariums are installed, and fish and seafood can be selected for yourself, they will be caught with you, weighed and immediately taken to the kitchen.

The student and the girl picked a half-kilogram fish, which they soon brought on a plate, cut into pieces and cooked.

After half an hour of slow lunch, the fish ended. The student was surprised: how did they eat such a large fish in such a short time? Suspecting that the fish drowned during the cooking process, the student refused to pay the bill, the conversation with the waitress went into a mess, and in the end the student called the police.

In front of the police arrived a non-trivial task of collecting evidence: after all, the fish has already been eaten! And then the student offered a solution: collect a fish skeleton, catch fish of the same weight and compare them in length. Said is done. While the student and the dissatisfied waitress were picked out of the garbage and reconstructed the fish rib, the "control" fish was caught and weighed. Then they began to compare them. But no matter how applied, the "control" fish each time turned out to be a third longer.

As a result, the restaurants admitted that they were wrong, offering the student a discount from the original 144 yuan to 110 yuan (approx. from 1050 rubles. The student agreed and considered the incident exhausted.

It was summer 2016, I worked in the United States. I was given 4 months to stay in the United States (Work and Travel), and I wanted to: buy a new phone, laptop, pay a debt to my parents (a little more than 3 thousand Americans) and at least a little travel. Therefore, there was a lot of work to do, namely, to rise at 7. 40 in the morning, breakfast and on the big for the first job at 9 (cleaning rooms in the hotel - housing). From 9 to 16 on the first job, then a small snack and at 17. I am now in my second job. from 17. 40 to half the first night (and sometimes up to an hour) - on the second job. In the end, home in half the second. Shower, smoke, drink a bottle of beer with friends (beer in the refrigerator was every day) - already the beginning of the third - time to go to bed. On the first job 2 weekends a week (done for laundry and cooking meals), on the second - no weekends. Therefore, I slept every day on average for 5 and a half hours, if on the first day of work - then 6-7 hours. For me, this is very little, I need a minimum of 7-8 every day. There was no choice.



And here, one night, I sleep at night and dream that I am at work (in a hotel). There is not much work (there were such days) and I am not in a hurry to work. I meet my supervisor (they often visited our rooms to check, help, bring something, etc.) and he says, “There is not much work today, you can lie down to rest in the room if you get tired” (but it never happened). I remember, I dream of all this. And here, lying on the bed, comfortably, gently... my legs swing... I open my eyes (not in a dream, already in sight)... and I see – night. Like the night? Not like night? I jump on my feet, stand in the middle of the room (my room in the apartment where I lived). Did I fall asleep at work? But how did it go? ! to What to do now? How did no one find me? ! to The supervisor had to go through this room before he gave up the shift... Aha, what to think, I have to see how many rooms I have not finished, in order to understand how hard I get in... yes, to run... and where to run? For 3 minutes I wandered around my room with crazy eyes. I was upset like never before. My head was broken from questions. I was not embarrassed either by being in my room or by getting up from my bed, not from the hotel. I was sure – I fell asleep on a hotel bed in the afternoon, in my shift and woke up now, at night. I must note that the apartment I lived in is two-storey, my room is on the second floor. In general, after 3 minutes of panic, I decided - we must first get to my cart and think about what to do next (housekeepers in that hotel, as in many others, carried everything necessary to work in the carts). The car on the first floor, I knew it. That is to say, I realized that I was on the second floor, and the truck - below, on the first... and that I could not be at home and the truck at home - I did not realize. In general, I realized what it was only when I first climbed on my body on the stairs – I was cowardly (I sleep like that). Here I stopped and thought: I fell asleep at work – it’s possible... no one found me – unlikely... but why am I a coward? Where is my uniform? After these thoughts, I looked up again at the walls and the stairs I was about to go down... and I saw my apartment, not the hotel. I returned to the room – my room, I wasn’t at work... I started to remember the past day – it was hard to do, but when I finished the change in the hotel I remembered. Moreover, I remembered that I then worked on a second job... But from the horror and stress I experienced in those five minutes, I tried to rest for at least another hour...



In general, take care of yourself and rest from work more than you work. You won’t earn all the money!



P.S. And yes, I then borrowed to my parents, bought a phone, a laptop, lived in New York for 3 days and even deposited a few hundred dollars.

One day I wrote to a girl.

She once wrote, “You know, I wanted to tell you something for a long time. There is one thing in our correspondence that annoys me wildly. Here I am writing you a message. This is, judging by the background color, you read it. And then you only answer after three dumb hours. You either don’t read messages if you’re busy, or respond immediately. Write me what you say, I will answer later. It feels like I’m talking with the brake.”

I read this and thought. Her words struck me a little. I wanted to answer something clever and modest.

“You are the brake,” I wrote in 5 days.

xxx: Here, by the way, I have always been stunned by this: why raise on intimate photos (if not for the purpose of blackmail), if the internet is full of them) even in Google, even in Yandex, though, forgive God, in Bing and Yahu kill the required request and all you will)

Yyy: Breasts do not have a soul on the Internet. It’s just breasts and no more, one of the millions of breasts that can be found on the internet, the girl acts here just as a bearer of breasts. But if these are exclusive breasts from a girl you know at least superficially personally, then this is another matter. These are completely different emotions, because the breasts have ceased to be just the breasts, they have become the breasts of the same girl. In other words, Sissy has a soul.

The Russian social elevator is only going down.