xx1: I’m always roaring when I go to the classical dress section at Wildberry, where this pseudo-Italian shit is a pond pond.

Toni Hueti, Dino Govnici, Carlo Zalupini and so on.

Why do they invent these Italian names for brands? Business model of some grandparents from the market.



xx2: Many are rolling, such as Carlo Pazolini, Incanto, Zolla



And everybody knows they’re Russian.



xx4: Some do not know and think that we are not producing anything.



xx5: So it is not mainly manufactured, it is ordered in China, and we have stamps sewn.



xx6: Birks are also sewing in China



xx7: Well, the price is exactly our hanging



xx8: No, sellers from Central Asia



Q9: Do you buy them?



X10: No

It will be bad, go ahead. I love to be angry.

I lived with my wife in Venice for a week. Right on the second street from San Marco, in a cozy and luxurious hotel, where there was only one inexpensive room under the roof, with which we were lucky then. We got up early in the morning and went to the sleeping city. There was a sense of some unreality of what was happening when you wander here alone on deserted streets and squares where even pigeons are not yet.
We walked so long, for two or three hours, until the garbage dealers began to knock their chariots, collecting bags of garbage, that they were dropped from the windows and balconies right on ropes with clamps. Funny, by the way, the spectacle.
Those who have been here not as part of a one-day tour, but lived here for at least a few days, know that at different times of the day this is absolutely different city.
In the morning, Venice still lives by herself, she wakes up, opens her famous bedrooms, greets neighbors, breakfasts, walks dogs, takes boats to school and goes to work. By that time, all the central streets and squares are already tightly filled with the noisy outdoors of tourists. Thro the day they are continuously photographing and selfieing, because the best nature for this activity is simply not to be found. The city is really very generous, it delights all its guests, any view here is beautiful, any photo is unbeatable.
The real Venice returns only in the evening, when it is finally left by the turbulent crowds of visitors and the locals go out to talk and dine, taking seats in cafes and restaurants, children chase the ball in front of churches on deserted squares, the channels cease to be transport arteries and the water in them quietly wraps, reflecting the yellow light of the lights.
In general, the morning and evening are very special hours for this city.
That morning we crossed the Academy Bridge and walked around the Dorsoduro area. Through the narrow streets and bridges we went to the incredible beauty of the temple of Santa Maria della Salute with the entrance in the form of a triumphal arc, then reached the very edge of this area-utyug and went back.
And then suddenly the next thing happens - a young Chinese woman runs to meet us and screams something, and then a healthy fat Chinese is carried with a stick in her hand. Moreover, it is not a typical small Pokémon, but such a huge versilla, like some bad guy from Bondiana. Worse than cabbage and cabbage combined.
The situation is up, go up! The wife is already whispering, you need to do something, and do something in such cases especially and nothing.
I miss the Chinese, I get up in the stand, not my category, but the weight and nothing, if you pierce in the beard, then all the norm, who knows. The other thing is that physics hasn't been cancelled, you won't find it, so it will be removed.
And then he, apparently noticing something or feeling something, brakes and begins to run dangerously around me, shouting confusedly, "Sandrajs!" Showing me somewhere behind my back.
I turn around, and the beauty is beautiful. Directly behind us, the sun appeared to be a peak, making the view of the Venetian Lagoon simply stunning.
The Chinese friendly rushed to the edge, stood up against the backdrop of the pink rising, beginning to photograph feverishly with their selfie stick. And we, waving them for goodbye, went back to the hotel under the usual complaints of the spouse in the fact that I am forever rushing on strangers.
But as they say, I would have been as smart before my grandmother after.

c) The Robot

From the interview with V. V. Putin:
We have launched a vaccine against SOVID-19.
I tried it on my daughter and Alexei Navalny. Effectiveness is 50 to 50.

A friend called, said, come to me, take the debt. The money I needed was urgent, I called a taxi, and once I got a taxi, it was decided to take my wife and son 4 years, and go to the supermarket at the same time. Lanos, the grey, has arrived, a million of them are riding through our city. The wife and son in the rear seat are silent, I am next to the driver, knock on the phone, knock the address specified by a friend. I come to the agreed place, get out of the car and call him:



Well, I am in place.

Do you see the Garage Cooperative? Go in, third street and to the right, there you will see my car.



Well, I walked a few steps, saw the entrance, returned to the taxi, I sat down:



We went to the garage.

Taxi, what is there?

I need to meet a man.

T – Why?

So do not be afraid.



He has gone. I met a friend and took his money. The taxi driver asks:



T: Now where is it?

Go to the supermarket.



From the garages to go there was literally three minutes, we come, I turn to my wife, and there....

and empty. There is no one in the back seat. I am the driver:



Where are my wife and child?

In the meaning? You sat alone in the car.



For a second I thought the working day today was really difficult... But no, I’m not quite touched yet.



I sat down with my wife and child. Am I really sick? ! to (I call my wife)

You were sitting alone.

Allo is well, right?

You are where?

We sit in the car.



and short. Talking to a friend, clarifying where his garage was, I got out of one taxi and sat in another, which stood next door. Also grey Lanos, well, and I did not consider the driver. The most interesting thing, well, I worked out, but as it was from the side of the second taxi driver - a stranger sat in the car, says, let's go to the garage and go. And I went. The first driver? ! to I saw that I was sitting in another taxi, but he says, You said that you would meet a man, I thought it was he.



I almost lost my wife and child. As my teacher said, “Well, even though I haven’t forgotten my head at home,” but that’s not certain.

In connection with pregnancy, the spouse is often driven by impeccable ladies in order to touch the stomach. And my faithful person in general does not love people very much, and even if little-known people touched the stomach... And here is another attempt.

Can I hold my stomach?

Why Why?

For good luck! I also try to get pregnant.

In order to get pregnant you need to touch not the stomach, but men's letters. Do not touch me please!



I shared my experience, fucking.

Married a colleague. After that, in his conversation there was a glimpse: “My Klava to, my Klava to...”

I went home to him for papers. I knock on the door and people from the apartment are interested in who I am.

I answer, “Clava, this is your husband’s colleague...”

He opens the door and says that she is not Clava, but Irina.

I thought the door was wrong. But not.

The next day, a colleague said he called his wife so for himself, and at home he got full for Clava.

They drove tourists to the water park, so some returned to the bus as soon as they had just left the swimming pool, while at the entrance they were arguing with them. I started carrying garbage bags, giving wet, say, put on the seat.

We put the towel.

Is it waterproof?

No, let’s get a package.

Here are the bits. Once are a father with a son of twelve years of age, of course, to change clothes is superfluous.

Don’t worry, we won’t freeze.

It is wonderful! But the seat is wet, please take the bags.

have taken. I walk from the front door through the salon, I count people, I hear from the middle what a roar is being delivered, the father of the son is a paraffin. He comes to me for support:

“Maria, I’ve already made holes in the bag, tell my son that you need to take off the cowards and put on the bag!

A colleague of his wife offered apples from the country, many of them were born that year.

Why not, we look forward to the winter. The wife went, bought snacks to the children of colleagues in thanksgiving.

He comes back upset.

Are you so sad?

“I came, I gave the children some delicious foods, they drank tea, he puts me a bowl of apples in a bag and speaks to you a thousand times.

Eeee o_o

I said, thank you not. Okay, so take it then. Something was uncomfortable. Can I translate it?

No, don’t have to, let’s turn around.

He offered us nothing more.

The same hernia was in childhood when Emmanuel was shown on Ren TV at night. It was necessary very quietly in the darkness to steal into the room with the TV on the scrolling floors, disconnect, take to yourself in the room, return to the room antenna, after very, very quickly to slow down the sound with the buttons on the TV, pre-covering the hand with a pillow, hiding a loud whistle.

And at the end of the session, switch to the AV channel, as it did not produce sound, add the sound and take the TV with the antenna back.

So I learned to walk quietly, to quickly look for a point of support, to breathe quietly and to curl all the corners in the dark, counting the steps and distance.

And all because the TV was in the room with my mother, who has a very sensitive sleep.

The acquaintance "Gaišnik", now retired already, told as before "fishing for drunkards". At night, on civilian cars, they drive and flash all passing cars in the face of the far light: "Mole, brother, mint right on the course", and they themselves burn in the mirror, if he started to unfold - drunk, do not go to the guess. They immediately stop at the side and “Good evening, let’s go.”

told a colleague. She was on a safari in Africa. I look at the zebra. They climb, they play. A lion began to roam at them. The zebras saw him and began to run away. They ran three hundred meters and started to jump again, rolling up in place.

My colleague asks the guide:

Why did zebras stop running? The lion is very close.

They have already forgotten!

I was born in an ordinary family – Mom, Dad, Brother. They all worked at the same company, but in different shifts. Some worked at night and slept during the day, others, on the contrary, the schedule was floating and the roles changed. My childhood came in the 90s, and I grew up as an active, curious child. He loved toys, painting, playing dendi and watching the scenes. I visited my friends and loved when they came to me. My lifetimes were complicated by the fact that at home I needed to behave as quietly as possible, because someone was constantly sleeping before the night shift or slept after. We even called the house a dream kingdom in a joke. The ideal option for leisure is to walk outdoors, you can crack in your throat and loudly, but you understand that the child wants to watch cartoons and play soldiers and I am silent about the appearance of dendi or sagi. At first I was naive and inexperienced, running a video magnet in the perfect silence of a room with a cassette roll-out inevitably led to the awakening of everyone who slept there. I had to listen to lectures about hard work and the importance of rest. But the time went by, hard-working training brought my skills to a completely different level. Knowledge came with experience, a pencil is quieter than a flommaster, and to make the step quiet you need to use wool socks. I knew that when I sat down my knees were loud, so before I entered the room with a video magnet, I sat in the hallway, one click and you can go - there should be no second. With an accuracy of up to a millimeter, I knew at what angle and with what effort to open the door so that it didn’t scream. By turning on the TV, I learned to quickly reduce the sound to a minimum before the speakers started working. Of course you will remember the mute button, but it may not work the first time, and the cost of the error is too high. The cassettes with the cartoons should be wrapped in advance and put in a pause, in no case can you look at the cassette to the end, otherwise a loud process of reverse wrapping will begin, and we do not need it. The volume of the sound from the 1st to the 3rd stick is the ideal option, although the sound I generally did not need because all of these cartoons I knew by the mouth. To play dendi, I hid my hands with a joystick under a cotton blanket or pillow, so the sound of the buttons was silent. I could have been ruined by the loud ringing of my home phone, but I turned it off during the movie. If you hear a snoring - then the sleep is strong and everything is fine, as soon as it goes down - you need to turn off the TV and pretend dead. When the parents wake up, they think there is no one in the room and fall asleep again. It is unfortunate that the soldiers were iron, it was difficult to play them, having hit them on each other sounded a dangerous bell, it is better to play alone - so more reliable. Of course, any conspiracy could be crushed by a crazy cat, who had to hurry up the carpet to the ceiling and in such a situation did not get a cat, but me. You could even knock on the door or start repairing the wall.



This was a period in my childhood. I am 33 years old and still feel the consequences of the sleep kingdom, for example, my wife is often scared that I approach her too quietly and unexpectedly. He says I’m stealing specifically, and I’m just so used to walking – quietly. I don’t like when people talk out loud while a person is asleep, it makes me uncomfortable, although I can fall asleep in any circumstances.



P.S. Do not read this post with a serious face)))

A truly beloved person is one whose dose in your life brings pleasure.

That morning started shit. Right in the literal sense. In the evening, my cat got a bunch. Something on the table. More precisely - on a bunch of papers, placing and noting almost every one. Increasing the aesthetic blow also financial. Because it was the signed mortgage documents that I was going to bring to the bank that day. With the originals of different letters, collecting which was hemorrhoidal. The Supa Supa!

The grey creature herself slept on the couch, not waking up from my nuts, and smiling at something in a dream. It was only surprising how the 20-year-old animal, which was hard to walk, was able to jump to the table.

It took more than a week to re-collect. During this time, the rate suddenly dropped almost half, and the new mortgage became significantly lower.

Soon the cat died. In the dream, on the same couch. I was crying.

In our country, even when we have a chip on our forehead, we will still be required to have a paper copy of the chip.

Don’t play with people, they’re not your toys.

There were four children in the Wind family. Three boys and a daughter. As they say, three sons and a daughter. Well, it happened, the mother wanted a daughter very much, and only the boys got. Lucky for the fourth time. The elder Vetrov, a healthy, crisp man, was a lover of fishing and hunting. As soon as a free minute was given, he went to a taiga or a river.
"Take the boys," his wife always shouted to him and added, "and my daughter and I will wait for you at home.
“Here is another,” he said, “they will be confused under their feet, stumble on them!
But took. Always took it.
Years went. Army for boys, school, their families. Everyone went away, including the daughter, but twice a year, on the birthdays of their parents, everyone gathered. The boys grew up to become a father, just as healthy, cruel. My father has been dry for years. We celebrated our birthday and in the morning:
You have to go fishing, the soul is burning! said the middle.
Take the father. I haven’t been fishing for a long time, my mother said. Bata, stuck and opened his mouth for his crown phrase, but realizing that it was not in place, shut up.
Mom, what a question. “Don’t worry, we’ll go from behind,” the old man pleaded.
What is it? Father met again.
So that you don’t bother us!

We live in an incredibly realistic simulator of the Middle Ages. There is an epidemic around, a monarch who has lost influence fights for the throne in Europe, and political competitors are eliminated with poison.

We go to bed with my wife, I stretch my hand under the pillow and touch her phone there. I ask :

What does your phone do under my pillow?

The wife says:

It will start to vibrate loudly, waking up the daughter.

Why not put it under your pillow? I ask you.

I am afraid it will explode. The wife answers.

O_O

Laughed a little. But the settlement remained.