Russia stole from the United States the technology of hypersonic missiles along with production equipment, tools, personnel and the star-banded flag hanging in the workshop.
How Sber helped me during the coronavirus:
Asked for payment delay - signed a sentence! Decrease in income! Please confirm it differently! In four weeks - no, these are not the papers! In 3 weeks – and these are not the documents!!! In 3 weeks – and these are not the documents!!! And the bank considers a 30% drop in income different than you! In 4 weeks – by phone 88002008200 – EVIL A-A-A!!! You have exceeded the deadline for submitting documents. All you need to pay in 4 months!!! And now you have 18500r over all payments! Now we will give you a credit rating.
Now I paid ALL plus 18500r and remained a shit with a credit rating below the plinth. This is the help of Sber. I got it off – I leave there.
How many times to repeat? Not a wife, but a cousin.
In the guests therefore good that there can not come to you guests.
My grandmother 72, she was very active, began to learn English in the leisure, although everyone was joking about her. Two years ago she met a man of her years from Norway. He came to her once, but she did not introduce him to her family, afraid of ridicule. They got married a year later and she left. And yesterday they came to us: a sporty cute man, whom you will not even call an old man, a weight-loss, strapped, burning grandmother in jeans and a fashionable blouse, with a hairstyle, eyes shining, holding hands. He speaks English, learns Norwegian and travels. We sat for an hour and went to the museums. My mother and I were silent all day.
The logic professor goes down in the elevator, the elevator stops, the person who wants to enter asks:
Does the elevator go up or down?
The professor answers:
and yes.
In February I learned that my beloved, beloved, native man is deceiving me with a former passion. Since December. I climbed to the wall and confessed. I am a strong, independent person, but at that moment I was bombarded. I repelled, I regretted myself, for what, why, I am a fire girl, etc., etc. Angry, complaining, I decided to commit suicide. has decided. She took her dog, a tight necklace with a chain, i.e. a dog, and went into the forest. in the winter. Luckily, the forest is not far from the city, km 7-8, and the roads in the forest are curved. She came, parked the car, dropped a pebble and went to look for a pineapple, in order to get on a dog chain and run out. As she walked through the rocks, it was all so that the dog was going somewhere. I decided, I mean, I decided. The plan was this: I will rise up on the pine, my dog will lead people to my breathless body. Tears in the stream. But, as a result, I couldn't find socks, for which you can get caught up, or I can't get to them, and even scratches on the head. Instead of compassion, anger grew in me. But I’m a man who just doesn’t give up. I found a sucker, I went. The whole already shattered, red, sweaty, the jacket broke, the hand shattered, the chain to the hand blurred. And here comes my happy dog, all, shit, in the shit. in the wasteland. In the fresh. The smell is on the nearest forest. Destroyed from and before. Where he, blade, in the forest found a fresh, unfrozen bunch of shit, I only learned on the way back. Angry, fucking, I began to blaspheme the dog, that he will run after people, all in shit, smellful, people will shrink from him, no one will follow him, and I will hang up until the searching for Easter. Psycho and went back to the car. All the way home I stopped and, sorry, I was bored by the dog. We went in the winter with the windows open. Washing the dog, myself, the car salon, how it calmed down. The pain and resentment of course did not pass, but I realized that I am a normal girl, hands and legs have a head. I have work, I survive, I get sick. We were finally separated today. And I am happy. And this damned cow still asks for forgiveness and asks back.
Every day, after work, I wait for my wife for about an hour near the store where she works and then we go home together. One day, I came to meet her and sat down on the bench next to the store. At ten meters there is a playground where always a bunch of babies ride. I sit and just look, remembering my at that age and smiling. A police patrol car approaches the site, a woman approaches them and begins to emotionally tell by pointing her hand at me. They approach me with her and polently ask for papers and ask what I am doing here. I explain that my wife is working in this store and I am waiting for her working day to end, that would go home and what is the problem? I am sober, I do not smoke, I sit quietly on the bench and I do not touch anyone. It turns out that a call came from this woman that in the area of the playground is sitting an adult man and looking at the babies smiles ugly (it is literally), and most likely it is a pedophile who wants to rape children. She sees me for the third time in this place and is sure of this, as no normal man will sit and watch for children!!!! The police officer took my passport, entered the car, checked me at the base for convictions and other offences. I was crystal clear before the law. At this moment, a woman comes out of the store and comes to us. The police apologize, return their passports and leave. The woman also leaves with her child. I really stand as a defendant. All the mood is damned to the hell. I understand everything, vigilance above all, but this site is outside the residential house, children go there only with their parents, I fucking in six months I will be a grandfather and I am registered as a pedophile. In the evening I learned that this woman not only called the police, she also photographed me and placed in a local telegram the police channel as a presumed pedophile!!! Good from the channel my photo was removed promptly, but still many people saw it, including my acquaintances.
The woman looks into the refrigerator:
Will you love me if I get fat?
Will you love me if I become lazy?
Oh, you are such a beast!
In order to push your line, you do not have to bend.
Looking at how people wear masks, I began to understand why condoms don’t help.
My aunt walked in her youth while her uncle was on the flight (he was a sailor, all according to the classics). Their daughter was 9 years old. I don't know if she was offended by her father, but she told him about a stranger's uncle in her father's absence.
The uncle forgave his aunt because he loved and loved his aunt so much. They have lived together for 40 years. But here the daughter remained such an extortion and a traitor for both mother and father, as strange as it is.
My daughter was five years old. We went with her to the beach. She asks me.
Will your mom not argue that you’re looking at the other aunt?
How will she know?
I will tell her!
I’m in the road, behind me two very silent aunts “talking.” Even while I was in the headphones, listening to the audio book, I couldn’t help but hear their dialogue. So then:
My one has broken again!
You are what! And with whom?
You won’t believe it, again!
What is he missing with you?
I don’t know what this cage needs.
– So you’re that, call Man’s husband again, let him study again.
It is a pity that he will go back to traumatology.
What will you do?
I don’t know, maybe I’ll go to Toledo. He is good.
He drinks so.
- And what, drinking does not beat, you were with him while he lived, and he did not touch you with his finger!
This is a wild love multi-angle.
I was invited to my birthday at the pizzeria. The table is covered, everything is beautiful, but for alcohol in the menu only vodka, beer, wine and champagne. A friend of the nominee says that she drinks only a certain type of cognac, the rest can be bad for her. A friend gives me money and asks me to go to the supermarket, buy this same cognac, pour it into a plastic bottle (so that in the cafe they don’t argue about their diarrhea alcohol) and bring it back to the pizzeria.
I take the money, buy a cognac and a bottle of cold tea in the supermarket, go out and begin to spill the content near the bench. A woman passes by and asks with a smile:
“Are you also at the parental meeting?”
A long time ago a friend told me.
I went to the village once after working with my parents. Driving very far. He left the city, travelled on the federal road, turned on a secondary road. I see a girl standing and voting. I don't like to take strangers, but this time I decided to stop, because I already started to fall asleep and thought that the conversation with the girl would excite me.
Asked where she wanted to go, she replied that in one of the villages on the way. We went, we went, we talked. Communicated mainly on general human topics, such as weather, work, politics. It turned out that the girl was married, her husband was a watchdog, she worked in her village as a nurse, went to the city to submit documents to the medical institute. Time has passed unnoticed, there is very little to go. And suddenly she asks, “Listen, and how do I better calculate the way with you?” I wore up. What does it mean how? I did not plan to pay for the trip. She noticed my confusion and added, “Just with money is the tension right now. They are, and I can give a little, but it is better to pay naturally.” I stopped blinking, afraid of luck to scare. The girl is young, very beautiful face, figurative. “Surely my husband has been on the guard for a long time,” it whispered in my head. Can you kill two rabbits at the same time? And for travel to calculate and craving for a man to ease. Without looking at her, he replied, “Maybe in nature.” I felt red at that moment. Tom has agreed.
We went to her village, showed her how to get home, stopped at the gate. She came out of the car: “Everything is in power, we calculate nature?” I cried out. “Wait here a little,” she said and went into the yard. Maybe she decided to put the bed in order, maybe herself. I shut down the engine, removed the keys in the bag. I have never smiled more than then, probably never. I screamed, I turned my head to the sound and suddenly sweated - a strong man with a tail in his hand came out of the courtyard and confidently moved to my side. I picked out the key from the car from the bag, with shaking hands, I began to convulsively tick it into the ignition lock. The man approached and leaned to the open window: “I understand that you agreed with my wife to pay naturally?” I just loudly swallowed the saliva. The man pulled a plastic bag out of the window: “Thank you, friend, for entering the position. Behold, you have two dozen eggs, but you do not leave, I will cut off the meat in the pot now and bring it to you.”
I remember further events confusingly. He took the meat, left, and went to his parents. Only then exhaled.
Once upon a time, one not too thoughtful on the language, a member of the parliament cast in a granite that, say, even the most miserable state speaker is much smarter and more competent than any person on the street. Only this delusion, raised to the rank of axioms, can explain the fact that the State Duma always appreciates the work of the government. Unlike the street.
Wedding in Paganini.
Another wedding story told me by a brother of a friend I knew who knew a man who remembered a man who heard this story from the original source. That is, I tell the story from the first mouth, the words of the direct participant.
So, there is an ordinary city wedding in not the cheapest restaurant of the city of G. Most of the people present at the wedding were respected people in the city, refined intellectuals and newspapers. The rest came to specific boys from the working area, with all their irrevocable attributes, sweet habits and the manner of dressing for solemn events. The fact is that the bridegroom, who began his life path in this same quarter, although he got out in the people, but retained his loyalty to the roots, and considered it a duty of honor to invite old friends to the wedding.
Before the beginning of the feast, the bridegroom approached the tamade and warned: among the guests are persons unloaded with sophisticated manners and the lexicon of the erudite. In an elevated mood, these guys are able to bring some inconvenience to other guests, up to heavy bodily. Nevertheless, they should feel the atmosphere of the holiday fully, as they are desirable guests. Tamada smiled and said he had a solution.
After the first three drinks, Tamada took the microphone and put on an unambiguous chelling:
I ask strong men who are not afraid to test their strength to take part in the contest.
Every word in this phrase was in its place, every word grew out in the already playful soul of the proletariat. Therefore, a whole dozen boys stood up friendly, coughed and approached the front seat with almost a strut box. The remaining guests, due to various circumstances, did not dilute the homogeneous group with foreign elements.
The victorious title of the competition we will drop, stopping only on its essence: the winner is recognized by a team of 3 people, who all drinks 3 bottles of vodka faster. The roles in the team are clearly distributed: one pouches a glass, the other drinks it, the third at this time snacks. Then everyone changes roles and repeats the script. The algorithm ends at the bottom of the third bottle.
According to the eyewitness, all the temporary teams showed a great team game, the players masterfully performed each time a new role, while demonstrating a sense of elbow and care for teammates. This resulted in a very equal confrontation between the teams. As a result, the winners who managed to cope with the half-toralite of the cosrylovka, only a few seconds ahead of the outsiders.
After the distribution of laurels, the whole company went to smoke, and in the smoking room soon broke up with each other, and less than an hour later they all split up as best friends. The total time spent by the boys at the table could hardly be counted as two hours, and by nine o’clock all the proletarian wives received the satisfied bodies of their faithful.
The marriage, which was abandoned by the proletariat, continued in an actful and noble manner, as one character said:
- all like a parade, a towel - there, a tie - here, yes "sorry", yes "please-thank you", and so, really, it is not.
After some time, the bridegroom received a positive response about the event from all participants of the UH team. Everyone, like one, claimed to have witnessed a fairy holiday, without boredom and decadence.
In the words of one of the guests:
This is fucking, yes. Fast, clear and fun. Or the other tamads as Moody will start to spin that by the end of the wedding you start to be sober. Or vice versa, at 2 p.m. you get into the monkey, and tomorrow you go to work in the day. And your tamada is beautiful, everything was crushed, everyone got what they wanted, and 8 in the morning they went out. Give me his phone.
I don’t understand why doctors and teachers and other unconscious citizens complain that they have to work at two rates. After all, our top managers, in addition to nominal positions, sit in dozens of board of directors. Nothing, they are not roaring. They courageously carry their cross.
In the universe there was a ugly economist, a hysterical grandmother, whispering and feeding. I thought that if I were her husband, I would have escaped. And here we came to the exam, took the tickets, sat down on one of the balls and we prepare. I was like 12. And here is the first ten, all 4k and 5k. A girl sat in front of me to answer. Here the preacher looks at the information and says, "Oh, something I am so good, the dean will not understand." She begins to shake the girl. On the correct answer, you “don’t know anything” and put a trio. The girl is a good-looking, clever girl, she begins to cry from insult, her father with a scream drives her out. It is my turn, I also answer, all right, only my own words. Prepod says, I put a three, we need from the book, quotes. I understand that it is impossible to cry, although in the throat of someone from this unfortunate insult, I quietly but firmly ask you to surrender, because I have a scholarship and family problems, please enter the position. She replied, "And someone was in the situation when my husband and my child left me!" O_O
I ask again. He is sent to the p.n. at 8 a.m. The exam was on Friday. As a result, all the weekends I studied, squeezed as not to myself, 2 days did not sleep, coffee is my best friend. I came to the universe at 7 a.m., and there everyone was already gathered for the transfer (however, you understand this now, fuck it all, and then it is important, and the scholarship still). In the end, we only managed to find her at 11 in the universe, then she left, then she had a meeting. We sat down and got tickets. Here comes a guy from another group and gives her a bouquet of roses. It was something, she smiled, her face even changed. I sat down to answer, scratching all the questions like a book. As a result, she smells the flowers and says, "Katyusha, I would put 5 but I can't, because we are on the resale. And yes, you answer your own words next time, not like a book.”
I wanted to move her. I left the office and just got rid of the stress. I went home and slept for 24 hours. Thank God, we didn’t have any more items.
P. S. Karpov, what a creature you are!