Churchill lived with his wife Clementine for 57 years. He loved her. Loved very much. He was a difficult man; it was not easy to live with him. He smoked cigars in bed and wore his pyjamas and tablespoons. He drank, unfortunately.

I even drank, I could say. He experienced rises and falls, he fought, fell and rose. He was intolerable in communication and sometimes didn’t even hear what he was being told – he didn’t physically hear. I only heard myself.

He was not very attractive and did not play sports. But he loved his wife immensely and could not live without her. Sometimes I didn’t hear or listen to her.

And Clementine found a way out: she didn't cry and argue. She wrote a message to her husband. The letters. In which with love he asked, corrected, supported, or inclined to one or another correct action. And sometimes she put a heart at the end of her message – like we are on the net.

Churchill was reading. changed for the better. He was very supported by these letters. In this way, he avoided scandals and quarrels. They never fought. And he never betrayed his wife, although before the wedding he was a fan of girls and ladies.

He loved her for 57 years. Then he died of old age. Clementine was alone. She didn’t have to live – she just said she wanted to her beloved husband. There is no need for her to live. Then she began to rewrite his manuscripts. And her gaze fell on the words written by his hand – she realized that they were written for her personally.

It’s a response to her thoughts, to her grief and pain of loss. From that light he supported her and inspired her with the strength to live. So she recognised those words, which seemed to have been read again. That was the answer to her thoughtful question: “What to do and why live on?”

She heard the voice of her beloved husband through the letters: “Never give up – never, never, never, neither in the big, nor in the small, nor in the big, nor in the small, never give up, unless it is contrary to honour and common sense. Never surrender to force, never surrender to the obviously superior power of your opponent.”

She ordered all his papers and handed down all his inheritance. Then she quietly went to him, doing her job. To the one she loved so much. And who after death answered her and supported her. And explained how to live on...

All of his letters began with the words “My dear, gentle cat Clem...”

The son of the head of the hydrometeorological center was 32-35, in fact, 28 years old, by feelings - 23 years old. The place is daughter.

One childhood fairy tale I read to my daughter began like this: "Once upon a time there lived an adult four-year-old chicken..." And then I got a question I asked my aunt, who was somehow closer to the village and older, more experienced: "Do chickens live so long?" To which he received a thoughtful answer: "Maybe they live, but usually do not live."

Ironic about life.

Anyone who has gone over but does not want to leave must be planted.

It was somewhat cold. Ten degrees, rain, wind, I go out of the store, bored under the umbrella.
I see a boy in front. Maybe nine years. Sandals on bare feet, shorts, and shorts with a short sleeve. Brightly yellow.
I was overwhelmed. Ten degrees, in sensations like a fierce zero, rain, wind, and this cheerful little bitch in a bright yellow shirt, goes like nothing else, and eats ice cream.
The main thing is that he doesn’t run in a jump, squeezing from the cold, doesn’t squeeze, like all normal people, but goes so well. Not in a hurry, all concentrating on this Eskimo.
We arrived at the same time. I, bored, and he, pleased that it is cold outdoors, and so the ice cream does not melt so quickly.
A neighbor from the seventh. I know all the children in the entrance, but they are growing so fast, yesterday only in the sandbox slipped, today for beer stands.
I go into the elevator, look at him, and ask.
Do you not feel cold!? to
No of course! I was surprised by this humble, joyful bastard. I am in Mike!

When I learned about the closure of the search engine "Sputnik", in the development of which was invested 2 billion rubles and you think: I could have developed a non-functioning search engine for a smaller amount.

xxx: Cotton with a negative increase in the number of glasses in the car

YYY: Can you say anything more in Russian journalism?

The xxx:

We have a good rate of negative growth.

Do you mean “economic downturn”?

No to growth. Just a negative. The pace is very good.

A colleague of work said:

I am on a trip to the town. I sit in the hotel, walk into the room, check out.

Beautiful room, huge bathroom with jacuzzi, the size of a small pool.

I begin to work out things, expecting how I will now ballet in this very jacuzzi and thinking whether to order a champagne in the room.

At this time, a delicate knock on the door. I open - the maid stands and puts two hives with water on the threshold.

This is for the toilet.

Meaning for the toilet?

There is no water.

How about... jacuzzi.

- Aaaah, well if you want to wash, you call, I’ll warm your water.

As a student, I decided to work in the city’s amusement park during the summer holidays. Sphere of service, fu – I know, but it’s better than sitting at home and shooting at mommy’s bowl.

My first attraction was a chain carousel. Every morning, the duty mechanics examined your attraction, you could tell them about some kind of squid that they were obliged to remove and finally, to schedule in the journal - said, all type-top. The "chain" was a new one, but Chinese, which is why there were constant problems with it. For example, at the end of three minutes of rotation, the program had to turn off the engine and drop the hydraulic along with all passengers under a fun braking. Just just? Yes is. What could go wrong? Yes all! The most common problem was the descent: the rotation stopped, and people hanged four meters above the ground. The challenge of mechanics, some manipulation in the womb of this satanic machine and the solemn descent. It happened that the hydraulic started early when the engine continued to rotate. I was saved by the fact that I never pulled the headphones at the shift - it is heard by the sound that the engine was working and had time to turn off the chain and roll the emergency brakes. But this is all the introduction that has been delayed.

Visitors to the park. It is obvious that people come different: all age groups, categories and status. And in out-of-course situations they behave differently. The rule of the crowd acts very brightly, it is worth a couple of people to create some wild (for example, urgently cling to their chairs and start tearing), as others massively break to do the same. The operator in such moments is required to quickly and clearly / loudly / seriously give instructions to the visitors. Very quickly to quench the panic, to prevent deplorable consequences. But sometimes the operator is powerless.

In the evening, on my "chain" comes a guy of thirty years, slightly overwhelmed, stretching a ticket. Drunk we do not serve, but here in general the rental plan was not fulfilled, so I risked missing it. He obediently occupies his seat, listens to my instructions, speaks properly... I start. In the first round, his phone goes off. This is the usual practice in the amusement park. Shoes, little stuff, phones, rubbers – what we just didn’t see flying out of our visitors. Even the golden rain was once...Khm, something I distracted. The phone went off and went away. Only this miracle began to disappear. And then - like in the fog... He pulls on the chains, breaks down, flies out precisely into a nearby pine - a disgusting bubble! It immediately collapses to the ground. I freeze the attraction with a frozen heart, call for help and run to it. I thought it was a corpse. Not a figured! Scratches, bruises, in the consciousness. Apologized, said, "Orbit is not mine," stood up and went out, refusing to help me, but I was given a weekend, sent home, told not to go out the next day. Everything was okay, there were no complaints or quarrels.

A month later, "Chain" ordered a long life - some reducer flew, a new spare part and Chinese engineers have already flown, wait. I started throwing into other attractions as a replacement. The specifics and spectacles deserve a separate post. And now on the subject - I had to work a long time on the wheel of observation. An old heroobor, rising to the height of a nine-story house and allowing you to capture a sad view of our scattered stinking city. There are three buttons on the controller: start, stop, back. So at the customer's wish to slow down or unfold as an infernal machine the view wheel the operator can not. In the rain, the attraction did not work, it happened that a few days were standing. It was raining that day and there were not many people there. When the rain stopped, he started the wheel to dry. The hour turned, dried up, lit up the illumination, and a crowd of people collapsed. Imagine that the viewing wheel is the clock plate. People sit in the cabin on the number “6” and move to “12”. The first cabin, the second, the third, the fourth, the fifth and suddenly it starts to rain! Rain, a wild splash of wind and water. The line quickly runs under the roof, I run into the booth. The five cabins that he has already had time to load have reached "12" and only as they reached "1" all this part begins to fly sharply back to "6". The people whisper, I press the red button "STOP" - damn two! A multi-ton shrinkage with a load on one side continues to rotate, the reels do not have adhesion to the wet frame. Wait until the inertia is done. And when these movements almost fade, the door of one of the cabins opens and a pregnant woman jumps out! The height was about three meters. Do you now understand what flashback I caught when I read the memo from the original post? I am alive, not damaged, everything is fine. She was terrified and decided to save herself. Her husband, by the way, then came out of the relaxed attraction, as nothing happened to embrace and the couple left. There have been many more cases with this damn wheel, but I have already stretched my story.

As a conclusion... Attractions are very dangerous mechanisms and getting into them, you risk your health and even your life. Safety measures, instructions from operators and various restrictions, including Mechanics are needed to make you have fun and leave intact. In the event of an emergency, listen to the operator or rescuers, do not aggravate the already dangerous situation. If you are still alive, everything is going well and you don’t have to strive to die faster by throwing out a number. Think with your head, take care of yourself.

The wonderful archer Tatiana Tower told me how one day, on a tour in Chita, the organizers wrote on the poster "Apherist" instead of "Archist".

Having a dog is a serious thing, not getting married. You won’t get divorced here, you’ll have to live until you die (your or her:)

“Be kind, please be kind!”

So the classic.
The man came home from work in the evening. At the factory, he smelled off the change, bought a bottle of beer and sat down quietly at the stop waiting for the bus to a distant microry.
In the evening, there is no people (unwise: the residential sector is far away), the bus is forever late...
There is a young woman sitting there, all in tears.
Word for word, it turned out that she was driven out of the apartment by relatives, without things and money, and she herself was not a local.
Naturally, the man offered him to stay overnight, and she agreed.
We arrived at his home, a small one-story private house.
No, it wasn’t until then, he was guided by gentlemen’s principles and slept in the kitchen. The first day before his arrival from work she prepared dinner (soup, second, cake). The second day I cleaned things. On the third day, she disappeared with a laptop and an electrical tool.
On the fourth day, the SMS comes in the form:
“Transfer 5000 to [the green bank], or we’ll give it to the lombard.”
At the scene of the incident, traces of hands were seized, which gave the result on the basis: the girl is convicted twice, resides in one of our permanent addresses.
At the address, she was found drunk in a company with persons of criminal appearance (one is her ex-husband).
The laptop has already been handed over, the electrical tool has been left for later.
“Well, at least it will work with what,” the victim said, having received his property back.

In order not to upset the population, now the rate of the dollar will be not for 1, but for 0.9

Rest at the Dacia. A 12-year-old boy found my children’s books. He lies in a hamac reading. I walk by and see what she reads. Oh, cabbage of a tail, a funny story. The daughter says – well, how funny, even terrible. I asked what was terrible. My daughter told me how she understood the story:

The military entered the house to the elderly, said that he was hungry, but the pensioners said that they had nothing, then the soldier took a tail from them and began to cook it. The old men were frightened, gave the soldier everything he asked of them, he cooked cabbage, ate and took their tail.

Why are the old men afraid? There about another kind, the soldier simply tricked asking the greedy old lady for everything needed for the meal. The daughter said that a stranger entered the house, while the military, saw that there are only one old man, took a tail and began to cook it. Imagine your dad, your mother, my grandmother will come some soldier, find her a tail and say that you want to eat very much and start to cook it.

I reduced everything to a joke, went and told my wife and mother, who were just on the table, and I thought that at the age of my daughter I hadn’t watched so many thrillers.

I have such a developed imagination that I get tired as soon as I introduce the upcoming work.

Astronaut Buzz Aldrin said why Alan Shepard became the first American in space: "Overall, he said, they wanted to send a monkey, but NASA received a bunch of letters in defense of animal rights, and no letter in defense of Shepard. Here he flew.”

A 119-year-old pensioner was found in Moscow.
“Here is the fool!” Commented on the Pension Fund.

All kinds of electricians and sanitary engineers evolve the fastest. Everyone who comes to the order is smarter than the previous one and asks: What idiot did you do this? ! to

YYY: With all the x**ne, every time I go to the server room to upgrade something or stretch a new line, I ask the question, “What kind of fool is it? ! to "In spite of the fact that for 5 years I am the only admin on the whole office)))

In 1987, a struggle broke out around one school. No, not one on one and not even a dozen on a dozen, but on both sides more than a thousand young boys. Approximately six hundred from the technician and the same, and more, from the city where this technician was located. In general, the passions boiled, the stucco broke...

How can we stop such a fight when there was neither Omona nor Sobra yet? If only by army units or gathered from all over the city. Everything was done by one man. Fitzgerald Technical College. A former military who passed hot spots. He passed through the crowd with hysterical screams – “Atas! The Mint! Ride the nails! The soldiers!”

His panic was caught and everything resolved by itself. People fled everywhere, in communities and in houses. The man in the army understood that not only the courage of the city takes, but also panic.

They were fucking. It is a decent place, serviced by the waitresses.

All the blender shop. We sit and wait for orders. A man at the next table calls a waitress.

The further dialogue:

Could you warm up a little more?

How long do you want to warm up?

Well, at least so that the ice stops crushing on the teeth.