We all learned a little.
Somewhere and somehow.
I finished the course and thank God.
forgotten

by VP.Is my paper printed there?
I went to a white friend.
by VP.Has Chennai come out?
by VP.In the sense of the printer...

Help the weak on the street.
We walked somehow with a friend in a winter evening - two such elevated individuals aged 16. We can see: on the sidewalk a 7-year-old boy with saucers, and next to him on the sidewalk the face down the grandmother lies. It was bad for an elderly man! We raise it up, and the old lady, it turns out, was twisted and rolled on a broken bottle. brought home. The boy turned out to be more proficient: seeing that the grandmother was in reliable hands, went to the entrance, entered the code (good that the girlfriend remembered) and joyfully ran home. My grandmother missed that moment. And, fucking, it was so terrible to lead her down the street and scream: “Suki, you stole my child!”

He is. I have two grandmothers at work. I call them Buranovs. Not from the fact that songs are sung, but from the fact that they "Buran" was launched into the sky and provided for its landing. And yes, old ladies.

In the bowl:

On the dating site the guy sent a message: "Hello, Beautiful, can we meet?"

to be beautiful. be beautiful.

My boss’s phrase today: “You only call when you need money!” threw me into a wild goat.I guess the next phrase should have been: “You don’t love me!” or “You don’t value me!” and then tears, hysteria and swollen lips.

If you learn to enjoy what is not, you will live your whole life without knowing the sorrow.

I go into the office, sit in a chair, stretch my legs, cover my eyes.
The first year?
What is? I grumble, I grumble. It was half-dark in the office, I did not notice that there was anyone else here.
Do you work the first year? A fat man sits on a couch in the remote corner of the room. - Just I see, a young doctor came in, tired and too excited at the same time.
Sorry, but strangers cannot be here.
Please forgive me. But I am not entirely alien. I worked here for almost 30 years. The Surgeon. The Child. Two years in retirement. I went to visit my colleague, Pavel Alexandrovich. You must know him, he is the chief doctor here.
A man approaches me.
by Vasily Igorovich.
- Sergey... Sergey Vladimirovich, - we exchange handshakes. His fingers are thin, but his hand is hard.
- I was already going to the exit, but passing past the "native" office room did not stand up and looked. This sofa is 10 years old! How many nights he spent on duty. I just sat down, and here are you. He breathed heavily and fell straight into the chair. I think it’s a newbie!
I’m here for the third week after the appointment. Children’s hospital emergency is the most desperate choice. You know, all these injuries in children... it seems I will never get used to. Although colleagues assure that in a couple of months I will not react to the screams and crying, "like scaly." If it doesn’t work, I’ll go to an adult clinic.
Vasily Igorovich slightly smiles, looks in the eyes.
I hope you don’t turn around and stay here. I have never regretted becoming a child surgeon. Our profession allows you to know a person like no other. I can confidently say that everything is present in children. Fear, pain, despair, courage, courage and love.
Vasily Igorovich is silent for a few seconds, whispers, tells:

Fifteen years ago, at night, a nurse runs here from the reception room.
The highway! The patient is in the second operation.
He ran, the brigade had already gathered, a six-year-old girl was on the table. While wearing clothes and sterilizing, I learned the details. There was a family of four people in the car. Father, mother and two children: twins a boy and a girl. The girl suffered the most: the blow hit the area of the right back door, where the child was. Mother, father and her brother were hardly injured - scratches and hematomas. Help was provided on the spot.
The girl has fractures, dull injuries, bruised wounds and large blood loss.
In a couple of minutes comes a blood test, and carry with it the news that it is the third positive we do not have right now. The question is critical - the girl is "heavy", counting minutes. A blood test of the parents. My father has a second, my mother has a fourth. I remembered the twin brother, of course, he has a third.
They sat on a bench in the reception room. The mother is all in tears, the father is pale, the boy is desperate in his eyes. His clothes were filled with his sister’s blood. I approached him, sat down so that our eyes were on the same level.
“Your sister was badly hurt,” I said.
“Yes, I know,” the boy whispered and squeezed his eyes with his fist. When we hit, she hit hard. I held her on my knees, she cried, then stopped and fell asleep.
Do you want to save her? Then we have to take your blood for her.
He stopped crying, looked around, reflecting, suffocating hard and sneezing. I gave a gesture to the nurse.
Aunt of Light. She will take you to the procedure room and take blood. Aunt Light is very good at doing this, it will not hurt at all.
and well. The boy took a deep breath and went to his mother. I love you, Mom! You are the best! Then, to Daddy – And you Daddy, I love you. Thanks for the bicycle.
Light led him to the procedure room, and I ran to the second operation room.
After the operation, when the girl was already transferred to the resuscitation, he returned to the hospital. I noticed that our little hero is lying on the couch in the procedure room under the blanket. The light let him rest after taking blood. I approached him.
Where is Katya? The boy asked.
She is sleeping. Everything will be well with her. You saved her.
When will I die?
Not very soon when you’re old.

Vasily Igorovich pronounces the last phrase with trembling in his voice. Silence for a minute.
“I see, Sergey Vladimirovich, you didn’t really understand what special happened then. I also did not realize immediately. Several hours tormented doubts, and then shaded. Many years have passed, and I still get sick every time I remember that day. The boy thought he would die after he was “taken blood.” So he said goodbye to his parents. Childhood naivety? and what? He was 100% sure he would die. He sacrificed his life for his sister. Do you know what action he did? The most real. And no one noticed. Stay here to work, Sergey Vladimirovich. It will be hard sometimes, but you will never regret it.

Freedom to Belarus. The program includes the purchase of a European cigarette, smoking cigarettes in front of police officers, speech and WiFi access sessions without a passport.

Post in direct mail:

"Free holidays in Lake Baikal"

"In the lake", jutty.. pay for being thrown out of the boat into the lake :))

<Angelofnet> Tell me how to spend the Saturday day as relaxing as possible? To be psychologically stressed...
<alcospirt> Angelofnet, shells in the library.

topic on the forum: this is the question, has anyone cleaned himself laxative? You will probably get rid of the kg, how did you do it? What side effects?

Question: How many kilos the author plans to shed?

There is a town in Kirish, where a refinery and associated production flourish, and bald children grow. And they decided to build a cleaning plant in it, but according to the norms it cannot be built in settlements and nearby. On this occasion, the boundary of the city of Kirish was moved by a few kilometers in the direction of reduction.
And now today: the factory was built (or approved, I am not sure), the commission came, looked at everything and left... And the border of the city was returned))). Well, who will rework the cards, documents there what to agree, again, it is convenient. In general, the boundaries of the city, it turns out, you can move as you want and do nothing at all.

The girl was not delighted at all with such a turn of affairs, but began to argue heavily and climb with her fists to her savior. It turned out to be her husband’s mind! And she goes every night to meet him from duty so he doesn’t get drunk. He was a little late and was able to dress up. Since then, the comrade has given a pledge not to advocate for the girls.* is
and...
And before her faithful man was hit on the head, could this bullshit scream that she was the wife of that idiot? Chickens are chickens.

To all fans of the slogan "All the best - children" I want to remind you of a parable that was previously read in primary school:
This boy has a greedy mother. She will never let him eat a candy without sharing it with her!
Then the boy grew up, his mother grew old, and the same people began to say:
“This guy has a happy mother, he will never eat a piece without sharing it with her.
This is what we are talking about, and you with your screams will take away from yourself - I will give the child only to corrupt your children, growing out of them selfish and egocentric.

Lies: There was some insect flying around the hall at work, like a mosquito, but with an assy belly-back. Enough big enough.
I thought for a long time what it was and should it be feared, and then I remembered that there is a institute of cytology and genetics near us, and nuclear physics across the road. and struck. It will not be too much to fly.

A girl... a typical TP. struck two cars standing on the parking lot, dragging one of them 7 meters and stepping into another car. The owners at that time were relatively far from their cars. Good people called to report the incident. Talk to the girl:

How did it happen?
I was driving...
I have no more questions.

What speed did you drive?
20 to 30 km
What is BL?
Well, I don’t know, I don’t look at the spidometer.

After the cars were disassembled, traces of a tough paddle were found on the asphalt. Explanation: The girl continued to chew on the gas even when she got stuck in both cars.

Today I saw the love of my whole life...I didn’t bother her. May she be the love of my whole life.c) by Kotbayoun

(Talk about the town of Skopje)

xxx: I thought the name of our city in English was written stupidly.
But not. In French it is even better.
by Chtchiolkovo.
Practically a cuddle.

The Late:
The Week of Ornithologists (the battle between frogs and frogs) is announced!
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I got caught! Ornithologists have already exhausted, the turnaround is gaining, whispers about the fact that imported products will disappear (which have all been blasphemed recently) and a sophisticated scientific discussion about how to snack mercury with uranium fractures.