History of my colleague. The other day she was at a visit with a friend, where she ate a salad of liver, carrots, onions and cakes. I liked the salad. When asked how he was named, the hostess replied "Lenin". Why - could not explain, the recipe of my grandmother, she always called it. Guests began to build versions of the origin of the name, very different: that the liver and sausages are like the dead Lenin in the mausoleum, that in the USSR the liver was one of the most affordable products... Finally, they decided to call my grandmother. They called. It turned out, the salad "Lenin", because the recipe aunt Lena told))

Explain to me.
In my opinion, mutual help and a benevolent attitude towards others is the norm. If I see that I need help or I have been asked for it and I have the opportunity to help - I will help, and even the thought will not arise that I owe something in return. I can’t afford it, I will polently refuse.
I don’t understand why the aunts in most cases help each other without thinking "you owe me now"? And why, from the point of view of a man, very often you owe him even for some small help.

Ask this "Help to drag the couch, please". A "Tract over the couch, you are a man" is already translation, manipulation, and humiliation. Go on, here’s the answer to this approach.

The answer is wrong. It would be more correct:
"Go naked, you are a woman!"

We decided to travel with my wife to Oku: to rest, to burn, to swim... We found a fairly clean place - we cleaned the garbage for only 15 minutes!

Drawing the Unicorn
You are lucky with the unicorns. I had a virgin one night. The time is already in the morning, the dawn blows in the window, I am in a half-sleep, the beauty snoops me in the shoulder and suddenly clearly expresses with an unexpectedly low voice:
Einstein by Neubauten.
The rests of my sleep fly away, and I worryingly ask:
What is?! to
Einstein by Neubauten. and cassette.
And sleep again. I am still alive and not dead. What was it? Did she call Satan? Or is it "the curse of Radical Kat"?
Later, she told me about her musical passions. At that moment I was nervous.

Second universe course, the last week before exams. To be admitted to them, it was necessary to defend work on the subject with the simple name "Business Planning", which had to be carried out throughout the semester. It was necessary to make a business plan, and a young teacher, looking seriously at the audience, at the beginning of the year stated: "Come to this work more than responsibly, I will check all the calculations." Many decided to follow his advice. There is a defense, and the predecessor, we will call it "X.“Sometimes he even nodded and wrote something into a notebook. And here another student finished telling about the business plan of some memorial agency. H., this time recording more actively than usual, suddenly asks the girl: "What, when the calculations and all the information about suppliers, etc. So let’s open a company, ready to take on a portion of the costs.” The student, slightly confused, replies, saying she is not ready and something in this spirit. X., turning a notebook in his hands, kicks and releases it. Literally a month later, the teacher is fired to devote more time to his new, recently opened firm. Now, judging by rumors, he is very even well and he does not plan to return to teaching.

After reading the post about peanut aid, I remembered the story.

In the 90s, my father bought a pair of bags with peanuts, grams of 300-400. Well, gave us with my sister, eat, said, foreign nuts.

I opened the bag, and inside two other small bags, like a bag of spices in the width. Inside was something white, crystalline.

Battya scratched the tail, opened them and poured out the contents of small bags in a large with peanuts. “It’s salt, so it tastes better.”

Well, that's what we and my sister broke peanuts and periodically hit the teeth of crystalline figi. It turned out to be a nifiga not salty and very hard, it had to be tried to rip it out.

A little later, when I was bought another abidas or beebok cross, I found similar bags in every box. So I learned the new word absorbent.

The same jerk with the offended waiting for sex in exchange for an invitation to a hatch coffee. See, in the evening in the expensive restaurant she would have given the same partner?

How I love this manner! Taking a phrase, clinging to a word, making conclusions, of course, is extremely illusory for the author of the phrase. Relax now, the sick. "For something" I "give" just like you. Thus e. and no. Well, I didn’t cry out enough to pay for a plate of food. If "the candidate" likes... then why waste time in the dining room? I have a cup of tea at home, after a pleasant process for both sides. Who is to blame that you don’t like anyone? Put yourself in order, pump charisma, not swing your wallet.

About the sofa and the floor.
The bravery of a man is that he demanded, precisely demanded, a service in return. It’s like my grandmother asks me to help bring her bag from the store to the house, and I’m like her, okay, grandmother, and you’ll massage me, agreed? A good deed or deed is precisely due to not demanding anything in return.

XXX: The Pressure
xxx111 and 67
yyy: good
I ask my dad.
xxx:Pap 111 on 67?
xxx is me
I don't know the calculator.

Comment here on this:

The truth, as they usually draw, is that the helmets in a child’s cloth bring, they absolutely do not understand the aerodynamics and the weighting of the cargo on the aircraft. A baby weighing about 4 kg should be tied to the legs of a tail, which weighs approximately as much as the cargo. If he carries the cargo in the clove, he will immediately go to the dead roof, and the nifiga will not bring, like the roissy and Ukrainian bird.

And even those who draw crabs do not understand physiology and childbirth at all: everyone knows that children are found in cabbage!

by Divanosratch
I remembered. My aunt at the accounting office bought a closet. For the assembly of the closet did not pay - the company is large, somebody to collect. As someone, my aunt chose me, a polite and polite young man from the neighboring department. I didn’t give up, but for 10 minutes. He got his screwdriver from the table, similar to a child’s pistol (IXO, if anyone knows) and went to collect. And then the accountants turned away:
Smoke, what is it for you?
Maria Mikhailovna, this is a screwdriver!
MarMikhalna, a woman for a hundred, rattles her nose and answers:
He has something small. Here my husband's screwdriver is healthy, he sometimes drills walls with them.
“The youth has been shattered,” replies a colleague from the corner of retirement age. In our time, everything was gathered by hands. My Witty screwbacks were lying all over the house. Everything is done by machines.
In general, the closet I assembled them, and even quite durable, but the sensations were like the exhibitionist, foolishly jumping out before the tapestries.

That’s why I’m never going to this hernia, like “we are men, strong, a stone wall, a mammoth, and you are a fairy, let me help.” Such a knight will draw you a conditional couch, and then because he knows you will owe him. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. You are offended, Cannes. They say - a funny feminist, all the babies are babies, and don't give you a coat or a bag. The wild. I am not wild. Who knows what tax you have in your head. Wash the floor for the sofa. and OK. And for holding the door and the coat to serve - borscht to cook or immediately minetics, how to squeeze? If I play these games, I’ll do it myself. Consider a physicist, convinced.

XHHH: Fuck what advanced

A clear pen.

I’m not in a cow’s tail.)
We have everything in fashion here, civilization, vaping, anal...

You are there, and we only have civilization.

Michelangelo made a statue of David from just one piece of marble

I did not collect, I cleaned up.

He came to the police station for not very pleasant reasons, but not about that. While waiting for his hour, he listened to the conversation of the police on the racy.

Emergency to the bridge. We have a body in the water.

What a corpse?

and ordinary. A middle-aged man without upper clothes (it is worth mentioning that the case was in the winter)

We will soon.

The fucking! He is alive!

What is?

and alive! Pasha reached him with a stick and stumbled. How he swirls!

So pull it out!

Communication is interrupted for a few minutes. A call from the bridge:

and reception. Where do we take him?

Did not understand?

He decided to get drunk and swim.

This is the amusement of Alcatraz.

You know guys:

In any situation, it is a fool. What I thought helped and thanked not to say that allowed.

I would actually be better off than allowing anyone to help me. Because what’s in his head I’ll still owe him. They are offended, yes. It’s easier to live, that’s real. The suitcase in the subway is twice as slow, but I will reach myself, only to not listen to the obsessive "I helped you, now you have to give me the phone number." Go fuck you with such help.

When I was a child, my younger brother was still Swintus. At 35 degrees of heat, when all the nearby rivers were drying and the earth was cracking from drought, he could find dirt and fall in it from his feet to his head. But then it was September. He is 5, I am 10. It was rain. His mother put on his last clean clothes. I asked him to take care of him so that he’t get upset this time. But I didn’t have time literally for a few seconds. He had ears in the dirt. He stumbled, fell into a hole. I feel sorry for it, because it comes from my mom. brought home. She told her mother that she had put her foot and he fell. Oh, I was so entangled then. “And if he was hurt, his eye would break out.” But I endured it all. I am the older sister. Mom went to the kitchen. My brother and I stayed alone. I look at him proudly. I think appreciated. With tears in his eyes, he said, “That’s why you put my foot on me. Now I sit at home. “You are damaged!” And three more days. I did not defy him anymore.

Are you drunk?
is not
Do you wander?
I am not shaking. I maneuvered

In the summer evening of the 99th year, my friend and I – two five-grade students, decided to walk through Atacent (the park in Almaty), and eat ice cream.

I was already approaching the place where we had agreed to meet, and suddenly I heard the screams of a comrade. A terrible picture arose in front of me: my crying friend sits on the edge, and covers his head with his hands, and around runs a shrimp in a fork (apparently drinking), and actively distributes his backbones.

I remember when I was 12 years old with my brother. I was terribly frightened, but I still gained courage and ran to save a friend. Envious of this, the man grabbed him with one hand, so as not to run away, and the other crushed in the fist. And he made it clear to me that his current limit on beating children has not yet been exhausted.

I always understood the clues quickly, so after running away to a safe distance, I began to look through the eyes of an adult who could save us. Luckily, there was a TV host known in the 90s. Without hesitation, I ran to him for help. Of course, the host asked the shuffler to let my friend go. A huge thank you to him! As they interpreted, we stumbled that we had the strength to tell the parents. There were no cell phones at the time. On the way home, the comrade told me that the man suddenly ran to him and started beating him. For the fact that he allegedly stole a bag of meat or something else.

The fighting wounds of a friend were impressive: several times the shashler hit him on the head with a fist, and then began to give out the unshakable backbones.

An hour later, my father and I, and the police, approached the unfortunate stallion. Saturn, who had eaten the children, as in nothing, armed over the mangal. Judging by the bottle of vinegar that fell out of his hands, he did not expect to see us again.

Soon we were at the point of reference. A friend wrote a statement, I was a witness. And the shale was sitting in the corner, covering his head with his hands. Having read the statement, the districtman announced that we have two options: to close the hooligan for fifteen days, or to forgive and release.

Hearing this, the shale began to beg for mercy, and naturally cry. Tears, tears and all things. He even threatened to kneel in front of a friend, but he was raised. "Boys, my wife is giving birth in a month and my mother is sick. Who will feed them? I beg you to let go!” My friend and I saw a healthy man crying for the first time.

And that, I have to admit, made the most indelible impression on us. But we were even more upset when he swore through tears to feed us free of charge with a shale until the end of the centuries. Looking around with the fathers, we decided to regret the feeder.

Forgive and let go.

The next day, two boys took an important walk in the park, anticipating the feast.

Sitting at the sticky table, we began to wait for the promised contribution. Shashilnikov unhappy sprinkled us a dish with two sticks of shashil. So many years have passed, but as I remember now, there were four orphan pieces on each shampoo, two of which were pure fat.

It felt like he regretted not having stifled us yesterday and buried us somewhere under the pine. But we didn’t care, because we were provided with a hollow shawl for the rest of our lives! We quickly dealt with the catering, which was literally earned with the blood and then my comrade, and rightly asked for supplements.

What was answered: a lot of shale is harmful to the liver.

The next day we came back there. But instead of meals we were waiting for a short conversation with the shuffler.

“Did I promise you to eat? and promised. Have I cooked you? Gosted it? are free.”

I wanted to remind him of the oath to feed us forever, but I looked at a friend’s still unhealed seedlings, and we decided not to be angry with fate.

So, at the age of twelve, I realized that compassion for mu’acks is an unacceptable luxury in our time.