You said we just drank coffee.

YYY: Should I push out?

XXX is no. Just don’t bite me anymore.

About high spirituality, power begins to bubble when it wants to press on something material.

The daughter of my Chicago acquaintance, Marina, named Jeanne, had dreamed of two things since her childhood: to become a stewardess and to live in France, and both dreams were fulfilled. She learned French, graduated from stewardess school and met an engineer from Toulouse at a height of 10 thousand meters.

Her husband, inspired by her example, decided to realize her childhood dream of heaven. He flew on the weekend in the air club, then passed the civil pilot exam for 40 years. Now Air France pilot, all the way, but at first at this age and without experience he was not taken anywhere. There was only a second pilot’s seat in a business jet in Vilnius. So they found themselves in Lithuania for several years, without acquaintances and knowledge of Lithuanian. With the locals communicated in English, sometimes went to the course of Jeannine Russian. They removed the house on the huthor and in parallel with the accumulation of flight hours took up the continuation of the family. Yes, when the younger was to be born, the eldest daughter was barely a year old. There were no babysitters, they did it themselves. Next, I tell from the face of Marina, that is, Jeanne’s mother.

“Tonight, I haven’t gone from work yet, Jean calls:
Mom, I think I have a fight!

According to the schedule before the birth of a week, the son-in-law flew on the last flight before the holiday, the son-in-law arrived in the morning. My beauty to his return cleaned the house, cooked the borscht (he, for the sake of French, the borscht respects) and apparently overworked and provoked childbirth. I say to call the doctor urgently, they had a contract with a private clinic. She is:
Where am I, little day? She just fell asleep. I will endure until morning.
“No,” I said, “family, it doesn’t work that way. It is not shameful to give birth. Find someone to sit with her. Friends and neighbors.
I know few neighbors, they are all behind the fence. And there are no friends, and who are probably sleeping, we have half a night. Okay, I will try it.

and turned off. I sit like on needles. Half an hour later he calls again:
The doctor refused to come. Maybe he’s lazy, or maybe he doesn’t really get it. I am now in a taxi, I am going to the state hospital. It’s faster than an ambulance. Polynika was there alone, I didn’t call anyone. Mom, please go into the monitor and watch her until Jack comes. Relax when you wake up.

They have a child monitor. On the wall in the children's room camera, through it you can monitor the child from the smartphone and talk. When I was with them, Jeanne put a program on my phone and taught me how to use it. I say :
What if she got out of bed and died? What will I do with my Chicago?
I couldn’t get out, I tied her to my leg.
Well, she’ll get sick, she’ll get sick with that rope. Jeanne, why are you silent? by Jeanne!

There’s only stones in the cable. Probably the fighting started again. Then I hear a taxi driver say in Russian:
Wait for five minutes, we’re here. Just don’t give birth in the car, please, I don’t know how to give birth.

And the silence. The phone turned off. I went into the monitor. My granddaughter is asleep, sleeping in two holes, and I am uncomfortable. And then, in 20 minutes, I see a man with a beard in the room. I whispered to him (so that the granddaughter would not wake up):
Who are you? I will call the police now!
And I wonder: how will I call the Lithuanian police? In what language and by what number? Did he understand me at all?

The man trembled and sat by surprise. He turned his head, found the source of the sound and said to the camera, also whispering:
I am Nicholas. That is Nicholas. Do you have to be Jeanne’s mother?

No problem, I guess, who’s in the Jeannoths. Old for her, rather my age. You can’t see much on the monitor. I tell him:
Please go away sooner. Jeanne is not home, and her husband will soon come back.

He says:
You did not understand so. I’m the driver, I’ve now taken Jean to the nursery. She forgot her bag in the car. I first just wanted to return the bag, and then I thought... I heard your conversation with her, I realized that the little girl was left alone without supervision. So I decided to follow her, it wasn’t difficult for me.
How did you get into the house?
The keys in the bag.
How did you know the address?
I took it from that address. I’m an honest man, don’t think.
It is good that you are an honest person. Someone else in your place would catch what is more expensive and run away from all the legs.
I would not have escaped far. Jeanne had the number of my car left, she called a taxi through the aggregator.
Sit in a chair next to the wall. Thanks to you.

15 minutes of silence. Suddenly he stumbled:
Excuse me, what is your name?
and Marina.
Can I go and get a book to read? The phone is down and I feel like I’m going to sleep. I’ve been driving since morning.
“Please, but I fear they don’t have books in Russian or Lithuanian. Only English and French. So that you don’t fall asleep, let’s talk.

And we began to talk. I told him about Jean and all her fate. A little about myself. He told about himself. An interesting man appeared. Engineer, finished the university in Leningrad. My wife was Lithuanian, so they did not leave. Now only one remains in Vilnius: his son is a musician, playing in a symphony orchestra somewhere in Europe. 2 hours talked. Here I get an SMS from Jeanne: “3200/51”. She gave birth, I mean. I told Nicholas to go to the kitchen, find some alcohol and drink for the newborn.

He came with a drink and used to chew with me. Specifically, with a monitor camera. Although I didn’t have any alcohol, I didn’t leave work at home, wifi to the hell. We woke up and we woke up the little girl. She shrugged. I see, Nicholas takes her out of the bed, changed her diapers, gave her water from a bottle. It was as if she had worked as a babysitter all her life. Polynka our girl was careful, and then she saw little strangers, she was afraid of them. But I pulled to him. He sat down on the chair, put her on herself, and she fell asleep again. I also fell asleep, I finally got calm, my daughter is okay and my granddaughter is in safe hands.

I woke up with a scream from the phone:
Marina and Marina! Finally explain it to him!
I look into the monitor, and there the son-in-law chases Nicholas throughout the room, the one turns away from him, the granddaughter is crying in the bed. Well, obviously, the son-in-law came home, and at the entrance of a taxi, the door, in the chair sleeps a stranger with his daughter in his arms. God knows what he thought. They could not explain themselves, they could only speak Lithuanian, they could not speak Russian at all, Nikolai's English is not better.

I explained everything to Jacques from the monitor. He calmed down, sneaky sneaky, wanted to give Nicholas money. He did not take it, stumbled and left. But he did not disappear at all, the daughter found him by the number of the car and persuaded him to come to see the baptist. Then she started asking to sit with the children, since Polynka is not afraid of him. So fortunately, my grandchildren both grandparents died, and suddenly such a grandfather appeared. And he is well, he also has no grandchildren, his son is all on tour, his family has not gotten.

When I came to visit the children in Lithuania, he invited me for a date. He was good in this matter too. I’t marry him, that’s too much. But they met every time I came, until the children left for France.”

For the start of the heating season it is necessary that the average daily air temperature does not exceed +8 degrees for 5 days.
Or the elections.

How can you be a natural if your penis has only a male hand?



YYY: I position myself as an anatomically correlating bigger: my whole body is a man, while the arm defines itself as a woman. Appeal to.



X: And your hand won’t mind getting to know me?

I remembered history. He worked in the European network from 14-16 years. The point we had was a small one, located in the back yard of a large TC next to a bunch of old 9thysets. The flow of customers - local residents, going from work and to work, schoolchildren, and residents of Caucasus countries with their many thousands of transfers to the homeland. A lot of interesting things happened there, but now a pleasant story related to one of my clients. This was a grandmother of the 70s and 80s, who came by the clue of her granddaughter with a precise TV to buy a normal phone. To my questions and clarifications answered - the granddaughter says to take a touch, and I am afraid, can the usual button take? I answered, and why not? You will talk to her on Skype / WhatsApp, watch online recipes, etc. I offered her SGS 4 mini, he then stood in the area of 14k, at our point the top for his dungeons was, turned on, showed. She turned it around and said, “All of course, it’s beautiful and convenient, but I’m old and I can’t handle it myself... And let’s buy it, and you’ll teach me how to use it?” And then I became interested, agreed, she bought. On the same day, he showed her how to break contacts from her ancient button, installed a vatsap, Skype, showed her how to call, write text messages. All this she carefully contained in the notepad. The next day she came and began to show what she learned and what she did not understand. So a week passed and I was very pleased and admired by this person, at her age many even do not want to touch the new technology, and she mastered all the basic functions, plus learned to use several applications and all this in such a short period of time. Such are the clients. She, by the way, then sometimes came in, brought delicious and good mood to our little point)

The hungry is not a companion.



The Russian billionaire called on compatriots to reduce consumption volumes and give up all the superfluous, but did not take into account that the consumption of most citizens in recent years has been reduced to a minimum, and superfluous in their lives are billionaires, officials and other "servants of the people".



© Dmitry Sviridov

The gifts of magicians.

From Yash to Yana half an hour on sabhae. Both are divorced, he shares an apartment with his parents, she took the only bedroom to the schoolchildren and sleeps in the living room. The richest city in the world, with about four million such poor immigrants, does not want to share its wealth. Six months ago, they met with common friends, and since then life has become much more tolerant, although material difficulties have gone nowhere.

She works as a social worker, he transports and collects furniture. Work is tough, but there are times when you can call and talk. One trouble: in the courtyard the beginning of two thousand, cell phone conversations are paid for a minute, and these minutes hit the pocket hard, talk Яна loves. Only calls within one provider are free, but their providers are different – say, Yasha Sprint, and Yana Verayzon.

A new year is coming, 2005. Delicate Yashin's parents went to celebrate with neighbors, our heroes remained alone. Yasha opens a champagne, gives Jan a cheap silver ring and says:
Sunny, it was not an easy year. But it was a very happy year because I met you. The ring is something that can be passed from hand to hand. My gift is another. Today I went to a cell phone store and transferred all my phones – and my parents – from Sprint to Verizon. Now you can talk free as much as you want.

Then Anna begins to cry. Through tears he said:
You and I are two idiots. I also wanted to give you a gift. I went to a cell phone store and transferred all my phones – and my children – from Verayzon to the Sprint. This is a two-year contract without a penalty cancellation.

Yasha stirred her on her shoulder:
Why are you killing yourself? There was a disagreement, offensive, but even funny. It is just money. We will earn.
“I’ve had all my life of such inconsistencies,” Janas cries out. I am a complete coincidence. That week she confused Tuesday with Wednesday, leaving the car on the wrong side of the street – a $100 fine. The cake today twice helled, in the first it was poured salt instead of sugar. The bridegroom chose, it turned out to be alchemy. You seem to be okay, and here’s that shit with the phone.

Yasha remained silent for a long time, and then said:
I know what to do. Let my parents stay with Verizon, and I will move on to your contract at the Sprint. This is a family plan, up to five phones can be connected, right?
will not succeed. Family plan only for family members.
“Well,” says Yasha. I am about what? Give the ring for a minute. The seller advised me to take a bracelet for the same price, and I insisted: the ring, and that’s all. I knew I would need it. This, I understand, is a coincidence.

President Biden handed American Olympic prize winners the keys from the cars of UAZ Patriot.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx When I was 12 years old, my neighbor gave me a gold ring with a ruby.

The truth about 2 hours later his aunt got worse and started looking for the ring, the boy confessed, and I had to give it back to these greedy people!!! to



Yyy: a ring with a ruby... I was 7 years old boy gave the keys to the apartment! In the evening, his mother came, and I was hiding in the bathroom from fear.



zzz:...hidden in the toilet of the new apartment))

at work. We talk about how it is with wages in Europe. After a small dispute about the size of the average sp. In Spain, one of us proclaimed:

- Oh, look at the ad: air conditioning mechanic in this of your Spain - 7k euros.

The second fellow almost drowned the tea:

Are you serious? Okay, then I will drop.

Where do you drop it? I was surprised the first. You’re not an air conditioner, right? You do not know Spanish.

- Erunda, I re-qualify, and for 7k euros I will teach you Spanish on the go.

Okay, it will be shaken and will be.

Lo digo en serio, idiotas (I am serious, idiots)

It’s better to be X than X.

Prestige

The flag was unknown. All the dembles went with serious, worried faces. They stopped educating young soldiers at night, stopped playing the dembel train, big races and other entertainment activities designed to color the dembel the remaining time before demobilization. The fact was that the prestige of Dembele disappeared. The most delightful piece of the Dumbell cake was not in a tailed parade, not in boots on double and triple heels, not in the Dumbell album. All this has long been prepared, hidden and awaited its time. The last dumbel courage disappeared. It consisted in performing the action of the energy-superior action of the previous dembels, performing the impossible, the tension of all mental and physical forces. The cherry blade on the Dembel cake of past years was a painted inscription on a rocky rock at a height of 10-15 meters above the water level – DMB – and the last two digits of the year. The rock was granite, located on the Turkish shore of the mountain river, which passed the border. Where the tradition of painting the letter DMB on the rock has come from, history is silent, but the first letters and numbers have been seen since 1965. The meaning of the service of each soldier and sergeant of the pledge, the highest point of sublimation of his mental and physical energy, was to leave behind on the rock the three promised letters and figures of the last year of service. Carrying the dumbels to the station, the shishiga always stopped in front of the rock with the promised letters and the dumbels orled to the chripot, photographed and drank the braga from the local rainbow. This was the highest meaning of the two-year warranty service, it was the transition of quantitative changes to qualitative. The whole philosophy of life was reflected in these three letters, which represented the sacred meaning of being of each dembel. It was impossible to understand how huge letters appear on a rocky rock in one night. After all, yesterday they were not there, and today they are – clearly demonstrating the military and political training of the Soviet border guard! How is it possible, without climbing equipment and proper training, the senior thought every time. Or maybe the Turks themselves are drawing, for provocation, blinking thoughts at the deputy. The commander of the pledge, delivering a farewell speech before the dembles, heavily mixed with matte and threats, carefully hid in his cheeks the smile of Jokonda. It came to the fact that the officers of the pledge began to bet on whether the inscription will appear this year or not.
As not warned the deputy, as not plagued the senior with prison and disagreement, the inscription appeared every year higher and higher, until it stood at the top of the rock. All of! There was nowhere! They swim! End of the comedy! We need to find a new meaning of life, change the system of values, build a new paradigm. That’s what Dumbledore has been doing for the last month. Every night they locked up in a capote and discussed the possible directions of the development of Dumbell's creativity. The senior quietly approached the door of the cockpit, listened and after five minutes caught himself on the fact that he began to participate mentally in the discussion - it will not go, it is not worthy, it is too small, but this is what I would try. The night talks ended. But no matter how hard the commander fathers tried to find out - what the dembel decided, the information did not come from the knockers, neither from the commander, nor from the capter! The tension grew, the day of demobilization was approaching, in the commander's speech at the morning divorce, more and more threats and unprinted words were heard! Zampolit every day checked all incoming and outgoing mail, read soldiers' letters, trying to find indirect traces of the idea. The senior took in his memory all the variants he had heard and worked out the measures of counteraction. The knockers, motivated by a ten-day vacation, feasted Dembel with cigarettes with a filter and attracted to sit in the kitchen under a fried potato. Every word spoken by Dembel was immediately known to the police and examined under a microscope. But it was all in vain. Per nothing will happen, all, all, swallowed the dumbel - the crumbling thought of the deputy politician.
The night before the demobilization turned out to be restless. The commander did not allow the officers to go to their wives, forcing them to carry out unplanned checks of duty dressing. The chief counted the sleeping in the barracks several times, and not trusting his sight, bowed to each and listened to his breath to determine whether he was sleeping or pretending to be a coward. In the morning, at the last construction of the dumbels, the commander saw the happy and cheerful faces not only of the dumbels, but also of the entire personnel. Everyone seems to know a secret and wait for it to be revealed. The commander was to his ear that no new inscriptions appeared on the rock, he was also amused and he began to wait with interest for the continuation.
For a better understanding of the subsequent events, we need to explain somewhat the disposition of the Soviet and Turkish shields. As we already understood, they were separated by a mountain river, which crossed the border. Both the Soviet and Turkish plots were located on the heights, to control the surrounding area. The Soviet flag was slightly higher than the Turkish, and the latter was well visible even without a binoculars. In length, the Soviet flag was west of the Turkish flag, which was also close to the mountain ribbon, so the morning sun, appearing from beyond the mountain, first illuminated the Soviet flag, and only then the Turkish. There was a mosque with four towers on the territory of the Turkish fortress. As soon as the sun reached the minaret, the mulla began to sing and the morning prayer began.
The construction of the sun-lit building has ended. The duty officer came to the commander with a steady step and about the construction. The commander spoke without the usual threats of recent times. He congratulated Dembel with the end of his service and wished him a decent civil life. After the commander's speech, the deputy gave the sign to the orchestra - to play the anthem of the Soviet Union. At this time the morning sun illuminated the top of the minaret on the Turkish side and the mule extended his morning prayer. The commander grumbled, but here strong Dumbledore voices began to sing the anthem of the Soviet Union. It must be, for two years I could not force it, and here by your own will! What an eagle I grew up! In the brain of the commander. Standing face to face, he did not see the Turkish pledge, but saw the joyful faces of his soldiers and officers who picked up the anthem of the Soviet Union. Sing it all! In a single drive! Their faces glowed with happiness and inspiration. Especially tried Dembele. Some were close to ecstasy! Suddenly, behind the commander, on a Turkish pledge, the mule interrupted the prayer and clearly pronounced a Russian word with an eastern accent – BLIAT, reinforced by a megaphone, which he did not turn off. The commander shrugged and turned. On the sun-lit minaret with bright red paint shone the inscription - DMB - 90! In front of the commander passed his entire life from kindergarten to this day! He turned face to face and grabbed the hymn of the Soviet Union with a vivid commander’s voice! It was just over a year before the collapse of the Soviet Union.

The billionaire Oleg Deripaska, who has a four-storey!!! He urged the Russians to be more humble.

worked as a secretary. We put the heating in the building and went through the offices to check if anyone had anything. The Director has a meeting. The water suppliers come to us in the reception room and say, "We should check with the director, does it run?" And I have no back-thinking: “And he has a meeting, but I’ll ask by phone now.” I call the director and without a back-thinking question: "V. V. Are you okay with the stand?" There is no pause in the pipe, I watch our pipes quietly slide down the wall, I understand what I asked... Director: "With what stand? ? to ? “ I: Oh, I’m not about this, I’m about the water supply...” We all laughed after a long time, and this story is still remembered by the whole group to my shame...

The autumn has arrived. In Russia, candidates began to measure their election promises.

guessed

Immediately, the fraudsters were caught.

And it was the case in the United States, somewhere in the 1970s, even in the pre-Internet era, when letters were paper. The owner of a large brokerage company (or a dealer, I don’t know exactly – in general, a company that exists at the expense of the difference in rates when buying and selling securities on the stock exchange) comes, among other things, such a letter: “Tomorrow the shares of General Electric will rise.” There is no back address, no signature. I thought the owner was a joke.
But the next day, a letter again came without a back address and a signature: "Tomorrow Procter & Gamble shares will drop." And indeed, the next day they fell. The owner also looked at the summaries for the previous day – then the shares of General Electric rose. It was a shit, the owner thought.
On the third day, a mysterious letter reads, “Ford shares will drop tomorrow.” They have descended!
The owner was intrigued, and when for the fourth time the letter came: “Tomorrow the stock of Boeing will rise,” he risked and that day bought a few shares of Boeing, and the next day with a profit sold them – the prediction came true!
When the letter came for the fifth time, "Tomorrow the Walt Disney shares will fall," he sold the shares that day, and the next day bought them cheaply. The prediction worked like a clock. The owner did not know what to think: he holds a large analytical department, pays his employees good money, and they, frankly, can't predict anything. Here everything is so simple and accurate!
On the sixth day, again a mysterious letter, which the owner was looking forward to: "Tomorrow IBM shares will fall." It all coincided again! He earned again. Some kind of mysticism, the owner thought, but already unconditionally believed in the predictions of the letters.
On the seventh day: “Coca-Cola stocks will rise tomorrow.” The owner invested a lot of money in this operation, but earned a round amount!
On the eighth day again a letter: "Tomorrow the shares of such a company will rise." The owner, not thinking for a long time, for all the free money bought these shares, and... lost everything - the next day the firm announced its liquidation.

Those fraudsters were caught. The last company, of course, turned out to be a one-day, one-day. But how did they guess? and none. They did not guess. Moreover, they did not aim to guess.
The fraudsters took from two thousand addresses, a thousand sent letters where they talked about raising the price of shares, and another thousand - about lowering. If the price of shares increased, then in the future worked only with the first thousand recipients: five hundred letters were sent about the increase, five hundred others - about the decline of shares. and so on. In the end, there were a few people with whom the fraudsters worked specifically.
In general, after 8-9 times of coincidences, people begin to blindly believe in mysticism and all kinds of hell, and you can do anything with them.

Deputy of the State Duma Valentina Tereshkova said that to buy an apartment for her daughter in the Italian Bergamo for 250,000 euros she was asked in letters by ordinary people.

Youth, like a disease, passes quickly, but the symptoms remain.

Once, when I was a teenager, my father and I stood in line to buy tickets for the circus. There was only one family between us and the ticket box. This family made a great impression on me.
There were eight children, all probably under 12 years old. By the way they were dressed, it could be said that they did not have much money, but their clothes were clean and clean.
The children behaved well, all stood in a row two by two behind their parents, holding their hands. They talked enthusiastically about clowns, animals and everything they had to see that night. From their excitement it was possible to see that they had never been to a circus before. It would be the highlight of their lives.
Father and mother were proudly at the head of the room. Her mother held her husband’s hand, looking at him, as if saying, “You are my knight in shining armor.” He smiled and the happiness of his family. The ticket seller asked the man how many tickets he wanted. He proudly replied, “I would like to buy eight tickets for children and two tickets for adults.” The ticket dealer announced the price.
The man’s wife released his hand, her head dropped, the man’s lips trembled. Then he leaned a little closer and asked, “How much did you say?” the ticket seller again named the price. Man did not have enough money. How did he turn around and tell his eight children that he didn’t have enough money to drive them to the circus?
When he saw what was happening, my father dropped into his pocket, pulled out a $20 note and threw it on the ground. (We were not rich in any sense of the word!) My father leaned, took a $20 bill, kicked a man on his shoulder and said, “Sorry sir, it fell out of your pocket.”
The man understood what was happening. He did not ask for help, but appreciated help in a desperate, heartbreaking and uncomfortable situation.
He looked straight into my father’s eyes, took him by both hands, tightly pressed the $20 bill, and with his lips trembling and tears flowing on his cheek, replied, “Thank you, thank you, sir. It really means a lot for me and my family.”
My father and I went back to the car and went home. For $20 my father gave us, we were going to buy our tickets. Although we were unable to see the circus that night, we both felt within us a joy that was much greater than the circus could ever give.
That day I learned the value of “Giving.” Giving more receivers. If you want to be bigger than life, learn to give. Love has nothing to do with what you expect to get, only with what you expect to give, and that’s all.
It is impossible to overestimate the importance of giving and blessing others, because there is always joy in giving. Learn to make someone happy by giving.
Audrey Hepburn