The most massive Christian act was committed by the Japanese.
They forgave the Americans two nuclear strikes.

Added Smollett’s story about graduation and silence with the analysis of weddings, so to say two in one.
I read these stories and immediately inspired memories.
I am a young man, I am twenty-five years old, all my friends have already married, have children, only Solomon has crashed from one bed to another.
Most of the newly-written wives of my friends had a negative attitude towards me. I was gradually and imperceptibly refused to visit their homes because they thought I was affecting my friends disruptively.
I was upset, but what fucking worse? I can’t find a friend for my whole life.
The selection of brides begins.
This doesn't fit, she left my mate to me, the second gave up when I took the debt to her boyfriend, the third direct master of sex sports, and I realized that the result was only achieved by hardworking training with different partners, and not the fact that she would leave the big sex after marriage, and the fourth on the second date moved into my apartment and dental accessories and a bunch of her underwear.
The search lasted half a year.
And this is how I thought I found her!
The dancer, the graceful figure, the blue eyes and the gentle look, the fifth course of the universe, and most importantly, held the siege of Solomon for four days as the fortress of Mosad against the Romans, though embarrassingly one, she switched to me after an unfortunate love and a break with her boyfriend with whom she had been in contact for about three years.
I began to represent her as my bride and again became a man of hand in the houses of married comrades.
Since youth passed into the late nineties, the circle of communication was diverse, mints, sportsmen, bandits, businessmen, students and so on.
We wanted to eat, so in parallel with the training we carried the pieces from Trabzon and Rize through Batumi, and covered the shops on the substances markets.
A couple of times we saved two thieves in the market from the mass murder, after which they went into their company.
I must say they were a colorful couple. Two brothers, who grew up in Bogatyanovka in the same court with the thief who was still sitting under Stalin, naturally had their upbringing was still that, talk on the fence, life by concepts, but with certain principles, they had their own code of honour. If they respected me and my girlfriend, I introduced her to the bride.
We visited them three times, and Tanya’s name got deep in their brains and became associated with me.
They looked like movie characters, the older brother bald by the name of Phantomas, the younger by the name of Turk.
I became more and more attached to Tana, for three months of almost daily meetings, walking to the left reduced to a minimum, and even the inner voice that quietly inside doubted the correctness of the choice I was stifled with good thoughts about family life and about what I now have like everyone, honorable and noble!
After leaving Tanya to get my diploma, I went to the sea.
On the sea, at the end of the rest, I met a girl with a spotted figure, clear eyes and a beautiful voice, from the sound of which my radar immediately adjusted to work.)
On the third day of my acquaintance, I caught myself in the thought that I had never remembered Tanya, and all my thoughts were about Natasha, and that the wedding I had only imagined with her, and especially that she lived away from me in three stops.
Realizing that it is necessary to forge the iron while it is hot, I literally a couple of months later made her an offer, especially Tanya disappeared unnoticedly from my life, returning to my beloved.
The day of the wedding!
Everyone was invited!
The bridegroom was invited:
- two of my older comrades, the Jewish brothers Solomon and Marik, who gave me money for a new costume and gave me their Mercedes, just expelled from Germany;
- the brothers thieves Phantomas and the Turks, who have just brought a splashed service for twelve persons, plus a box of Turkish liquors just as splashed;)
- two mints, also athletes, who gave Shivaki's telecome, a view and a police bowl;
- athletes colleagues in the number of 10 people;
Doctors, Chinese translator, professional singer
- Many relatives from the village including Mom and Dad;
On the side of the bride was present not so many relatives and several students of law, classmates of the bride.
The wedding was fun, nobody stressed anyone, only I was nervous that every guest after the congratulations shouted bitterly!
The wedding was singing and dancing, the guests were already knitting their noses and their wedding was not worried because there was a sea of alcohol and snacks on the tables.
The toast finally came to the brothers.
I have to say that Phantom's voice was loud and loud, and his vision was weak, and at events he usually did not wear glasses.
After tapping the fork on the glass, he called everyone to attention, took more air into his chest and issued a phrase.
Dear Solomon and Tanya!
The audience was astonished, because the bride's name is Natasha!) But he did not notice anything and went on.
On this solemn wedding day...
And then he captured the voice of my future aunt-who is Tanya? Her name is Natasha, and she is my daughter.
Everyone began to rust, after a few seconds until the Phantom came that he cut, and he decided to fix the situation as he thought it was right.)
So is Solomon! Now tell us where did you fuck Tanya?
The public went out!
There were tears in my bride’s eyes, she looked at me and asked, “What is Tanya?”
I replied as it seemed to me very convincing that I do not know what they are talking about.
She seemed to believe me.)
The word was taken by the younger brother of Turok and after the verse laughed, congratulated us with this holiday.)
The toasts continued, the bride calmed down, and it seemed to me that she had already forgotten everything, and then the uncle on the side of the bride could be seen digesting the information in the alcohol-torn head, asked me - the son-in-law, and what kind of shit was this bald man talking about?)
I quietly poured him a glass of vodka, he immediately forgot his question, drank and went to the nirvana.
The wedding went in its turn, the guests from the cafe went out to smoke and then a couple of people in treniques, shuffles and stickers came to them, turning to the athlete named Fedy with the order to quickly wire to the table and take out two bottles of vodka in order to avoid problems.
Fedea told my friends this loudly, they were already preparing to go out but Phantomas and the Turks were ahead of them, and when I and my friends went out the street, the blacks were lying under the bark in a knock-out, and the brothers were pleased.
Solomon, do you know that a wedding without a fight is not a wedding? It is good that you did not fight with your friends and these passengers appeared, so all the traditions are observed.
I agreed with them!
Yes, the wedding took place in the best traditions, and everything was honorable and noble, and we still live together!)
Once, when we already lived ten years and after the next painting of the wife’s car I long and ugly mocked, she quietly asked, “You probably regret that you fuck Tanya and marry me?”
Anger and anger immediately disappeared, I realized that my choice was right, and I replied that not.
She never reminded me of it again.)

Have you ever played home porn?
No, Mr the leader.
Your answer is understandable. Now the correct answer. Attention to the screen.

We are with you forever. Tax Service of Russia.

Once, in the late 1990s, I had to actively regain physical shape – and for this wonderfully suited daily long runs along the Volga, and in the winter – skiing walks in the forest. And since I am aesthetic in my soul, I was terribly embarrassed by the garbage left by people after their trips on the shore or on the grasslands. And I curved, running past the batteries of the bottles, and rattled unhappy, looking at the rolling bags. One Saturday summer evening, when I started running, I saw a teenage company sitting on the sidewalk and drinking beer. A number of empty bottles stood at their feet. When I returned from the run, there was already another company there – the boys were having fun by throwing the empty bottles (which were left of the previous run) down to the Volga. The bottles crashed around the concrete of the shore, and the fragments flew in all directions, glowing joyfully in the sunset. It was beautiful, ah...
Having told myself that fools are polluting nature, I rushed home. The next morning, while running, I saw a 10-year-old boy jumping on the same parachute. And one of them went down and flew on the same pieces that were thrown up the day before. In general, his leg was scattered significantly - everything from the hip to the foot was in blood. Roof, scream - and only thanks to the fact that young men were resting nearby, who had a cell phone, it was possible to call an "ambulance" to hospitalize the unhealthy boy.
Well, for me, it remained an eternal reproach – because I could at least try to stop breaking the bottles (although I doubt the teens would listen to me as a 20-year-old). Moreover, since then I have not hesitated to throw away the bottles left by the idiots – and I don’t care who looks at me. It is just surprising why people are not able to carry a pack of bottles to the garbage tank themselves – just 100 meters away. And, by the way, I’m not the only one – another man aged “under 50” generally goes to the beach with crawlers: cleansing the beach from garbage (not at work, he also likes to rest in a clean space, like me).
In general, I, of course, understand that around people are completely cultural, but I still want to ask picnic lovers: please throw the garbage into the garbage tank %0

What percentage of domestic production in your new car?
Somewhere 66%
It is great! What are the specifics and details?
and estimate.

If you talk about your money on the phone, they are fraudsters. Never discuss financial issues above a thousand rubles with anyone on the phone (determine the amount yourself). This rule will protect you from fraudsters.



YYY : thank you! My wife called and asked what to order for delivery. It was more than 1000₽, so I sent it! Oh the fraudster!

Thanks for the advice!

xxx: Once in the kitchen of a hostel in Washington participated in discussing the contribution of different nations to the victory in World War II. There were interesting stories from the French, Americans... You won’t even mention them all – 24 years have passed. But two guys from Tahiti were especially distinguished. They seriously explained that it was the Tahitians who made the main contribution to the victory - their Woody witches spoiled Hitler, and as a result he committed suicide. A few days later, Germany surrendered. Chess and Mat.



YYY: Have you waited for so many years, shit?? to



zzz: Wizards manou have been picked up for caste throughout Germany.

When I was in high school, I was afraid to stay home alone. To overcome her fear, she wore her father’s shoes, laughed loudly and sang bass songs. It seemed to me that if thieves, robbers, and fabulous wickedness would hear me, they would be frightened and would not enter the house. Threateningly, she sang songs of different repertoire, or more accurately, only two: the "Hymn of the Soviet Union" and "In the forest a tree tree was born". I did not know any more songs.

When my parents returned home, after the five-hour concerts I spoke only with a whisper, my legs were also sick.

Sometimes children make awful sounds. For example, they ask for money.

I had a crazy economics teacher. In the first class, he shouted, “First rule! All cell phones should be turned off. Whoever I hear, I throw them out of the door.” His own cell phone is ringing. He takes, opens the door and throws it out with the words, “This is a woman, I didn’t want to talk to her anyway.”

My mother began to let me walk alone in the yard quite early - from 4 years old (she just opened the window and looked at me). I must say I was a very calm and obedient child. And then one time I disappeared. My mother ran all over the yard, and she was looking for me by the neighbors (she said, she almost sat down). Suddenly, a neighbor approaches her and says that I am in that house, in that apartment on memes! To my mom's question: why did I go there, I replied that my aunt came out and invited everyone to come in, well, I went))))

I have a companion. Periodically we communicate under a beer, sometimes clumsy together. Shortly not close friends and home to each other were 1-2 times. And then a week ago he called and asked to go out to the entrance (he so often comes to negotiate at the expense of the forks). He went out and sat in the car with him.

Then he said: “Hello! We went to the sea to pick up. So it turned out that there is no one to leave the apartment, but we have some work planned on the gas pipeline at the entrance....Well, in any case, I will leave you the key and, if anything, I will call....

A week passed. He calls today.

T: Brothers, there the gas drivers have done the work, they now, in order to open the stall, very much need to look into all the apartments for the subject of leaks. I told him you would be there at three o’clock.

Oh well ok. I left at 15:00. He went up to the apartment. Gases run on the floors. I specified which apartment I was from and said that in 5-10 minutes they would come, I got the key (simple flat with teeth on one side). There are two castles at the door. One is obviously not suitable for me, because it is under the “butterfly” key. I inserted the key into the appropriate lock, checked two full turns with clear fixing clicks, then the key does not spin and the door does not open. I turned back and forth, and there was a man’s voice behind me.

M: And you are who?

I turned around and there was a 25-year-old. High and thin. The phone rings, it’s a companion. I forget about the boy, I begin to explain that the door does not open...

T: There must be Andrew, a long one, well brother, and I told you something about him... He has a second key! Only then don’t give him your key and don’t leave one there.

Are you Andrew? Open the lower lock.

They opened, showed the gas drivers, closed each with his key, fled.

I sit down and think: this is the conspirators shit! Neither I nor my cousin trust, and we are apparently embarrassed to steal together, as we see each other for the first time.

Funny story for such a case!

I remembered the army.

We were taken to the outpost. Hairy, cuddled, in worn old pieces, which are not unfortunate to use. We’ve been like that for a week. They packed up, grown up with smells, which brought our image ̶v̶o̶e̶n̶n̶o̶g̶o to perfect perfection. During this time, the people joined together and distributed into companies.

Then something terrible happened! We were all taken to the bathroom. They cut, washed and dressed the same. When I left, I was terrified that I would not recognize anyone. It was like a nightmare, it seemed that even the faces of all became the same. At the same time, seeing the panic and misunderstanding of what is happening in the eyes of the new military, it became clear that they have the same feelings. Everyone walked on random trajectories in search of familiar faces, except that they did not encounter their foreheads.

And only by the skins in the company the people completely calmed down, convinced that this bald miracle is his friend Sereg.

I almost lost my friends.)

Do you hear the sound of a second arrow? The future is cuddling.

Famous violinist Midori was born in Japan in 1971. Her mother played in the orchestra and took the baby to the rehearsal. While the mother was playing, the child slept on the chair in the first row of the empty room. At the age of two, the girl began to reach out to her mother's violin, and on her birthday, her mother bought her a child's instrument and began to teach.

When Midori was ten years old, her mother moved her to New York. There the girl enrolled in one of the best music schools and quickly gained fame as a beginner serious performer. So much that Leonard Bernstein himself entrusted her to perform one of his works. He also directed.

And imagine the Boston Symphony Orchestra, conductor – Leonard Bernstein, solist – Miss Dory, 14 years old. And here a small fragile girl plays a difficult modern work. And since she is really small, the tool she has in her hands is also special: a reduced copy of the famous Guernsey.

And here... Yes, you guessed. The String.

Midori had good teachers, she knew what to do in such cases. The girl completed the musical phrase, turned to the orchestra's first violin and exchanged her instrument for Stradivari. Those sitting in the first rows noticed the confused expression of the face of the first violin, although he knew this procedure, of course, too.

In one move, strengthening the beard on a new instrument, Midori continued to play. Did you forget that her own violin was less ordinary? The size of the violin matters. After all, the violins play on the ears, no strings and keys!

Imagine you are riding a mountain serpentine and grabbing yourself a hundred. Attention to the road. And suddenly under your feet all three pedals change places. You know which where. But one thing is to know, and another thing is to press them right. The brake is now where there was gas, the gas is at the point of adhesion, and the adhesion has become a brake. You know, but will you bring the car to the place? You can’t just stop, you can’t even slow down. So, it’s easier than playing without preparation on a different size instrument.

Between the break of the string and the resumption of the game, less than thirty seconds passed. Miley continued to play.

Meanwhile, the first violin Malcolm Lowe was confused not just so. The hall was dull, and therefore the orchestrators played without the jackets they left behind the scenes. There, in the inner pocket, there were spare strings. Therefore, he took the instrument from the second violin, which is also supposed to be a procedure, and had to play without a string.

But that is not all. After a while, Midori has a rope again! She repeats the exchange, hoping to get back her native little violin with a newly stretched string, but she has a third instrument in her hands, a little bigger than the Stradivari violin, which she was able to play without preparation. It turned out to be a product of Guadagnini, another famous Italian master.

Midori continued to play and finished the play without any further problems. She grew up, gained world fame, but subsequently withdrew from intensive concert activities, although she still performs. Bernstein would possess if he hadn't been grey anymore, and Lowe hasn't since broken up with spare strings.

The Sources:
https://www.nytimes.com/1986/07/28/arts/girl-14-conquers-tanglewood-with-3-violins.html
https://youtu.be/4QkAWD0YnOk

Be afraid of people who do not smoke, do not drink, do not eat sweet, fried, fatty. If they mock themselves so much, imagine what they can do to you!

To draw inspiration in Russia is taken from granite glasses.

In the diaries of William Shirer, who lived in Germany from 1935 to 1940, a case was described: Mothers officially that her son, the pilot of Luftwaffe, was killed. However, eight of her acquaintances, listening to quotes on the banned English radio, told her that he was captured.

All of them were handed over to the Gestapo.

It makes no sense to discuss the rationality of those laws which those who have passed know that they will not be applied.