A researcher came to me at the university, and said, “Then and then, we need to make an expert conclusion – a man found a bag of hemp seeds, he sits in SIZO, waiting to be planted.” Well, I’m still young, a fool, I say, “What are the problems? Write a letter to the dean.” I was summoned in two weeks to a court hearing. Why the HS. As if an expert should at least look at these seeds...Taste, smoke...I will immediately say that the end is unknown to me, I would like to know whether I planted or saved this grandfather with the seeds...



I came to the court, they delivered a paper with my data, but instead of an expert there for some reason I was indicated as a witness... Why - hz.



They called me into the room. He stood in front of the judge and looked around. The grandfather sits in the "aquarium", sad - probably the same hemp baron. Next to the bench is apparently a parent, sad.



The prosecutor, cheerful, began to ask questions. And I am sad, because I was a cool expert, and I became a witness and I don’t understand it. I saw nothing.



The prosecutor, who recently finished the kindergarten with a red diploma, began to ask questions. The accused claims to have fed domestic pigeons with hemp seeds. Say, after consuming hemp seeds, will birds show signs of drug intoxication?“”



I scratched my head and said, “No. In the seeds of any type of hemp there is a minimum content of cannabinoids, and the pigeon is more likely to die from eating than the cow catches."



The judge, the prosecutor, the investigator, the grandfather’s grandfather, the guards were suddenly surprised, the judge even raised his eyebrows and looked at the prosecutor. My grandfather turned over the glass.



The prosecutor asked, “How often is the practice of feeding birds with hemp seeds used?“”



Well, I replied, the judge again raised the eyebrows, apparently also immediately after kindergarten in the judge, although it looks serious, even in a hat. I say, “Constantly, cannabis seeds are fed to pigeons, chickens, and papagaies... Some women eat them. You can buy it at any animal store.”



The prosecutor was sinking. Asks the last question, "And if there are impurities of the leaves and pollen of hemp in the seeds, may the pigeons still have narcotic intoxication?" It is apparent that it is unfortunate for the accuser to bring hemp for a pigeon, he wants him to have a bird.



I say, “Of course there will be drunkenness!” Everyone was in the room, who was happy, who was worried. It will, of course, if there are a lot of impurities, and it is a variety of narcotic hemp, not weed and not seed. And if the pigeons will smoke this mixture. Or boil it in acetone, then there will be a trip with birds. And generally speaking, chemical examination of samples is easier to carry out.”



The judge let me go. What was there next I do not know, and my grandfather is sorry, I thought he was really feeding the pigeon... Maybe one of the last pigeons in our city he is... But how the trial ended, I don’t know... And I would like to.

If only old people, women and children go out of the subway, look for another entrance.

During the Chechen War, Lebed said: "Let me recruit a company of elite children and the war will end in a day.

One day, when my temperature rose to 40.2, I was very scared that I would die. Half-dead, overcoming ill health, I went to put on beautiful trousers, paint and delete the history of the browser.

XXX: Fuck, I just got the agenda on the border. I stayed here for four days.



YYY: Four days in line are on the agenda. They say there are no patriots.

Sukaaa... you are angry at first that we don’t offer you a package, then you are angry that we offer you a package.

Are you angry that we are still talking?

Beasts are...



YYY: Galia, be calm

Unmet in love ladies are often upset by the fact that unmet in love men "after" are unmet in food. and cook them.

Family invaluability



The table set of knife and fork was given to his father by his older sister Zina. It was more than fifty years ago. The gift was not for a celebration. They just came to visit us. Probably not with empty hands. At that time, the dining knives were not very in motion, and the fork was then used only by the father. Mom covered on the table - myself and me ordinary, and daddy - of course only this one.



Zina's aunt was diagnosed with cancer that same winter, and she disappeared very quickly.



Of course, this fork was not for the father the only memory of his sister, but when one day the fork fell on the floor and the skull split - he was terribly upset. He pulled out of the box with the tool hard, chocolate-like pieces of carpentry glue, cooked it, gathered all the debris on that glue, wrapped something, and did not touch for two days until it grabbed.



As you can see in the photo, the whole villa.



A father of three years surpassed his older sister.



The villi, along with some other rarities, was hidden by my mother.



I brought it to me once, when I was already married and lived in my own house. I have been using it for more than 30 years. At the guests, it happened that the same appliances were placed on the table, but I always went to the kitchen with my own. There are no other houses in my house. This is strange to me.



One day I will not be there, and one of my sons will take the fork.

Probably...



I add :

I remember that arrival of aunt Zina, and we were walking through the courtyards, the father saw them from a distance, and said to me, "Wow, - aunt Zina and uncle Vania came (and Vanya Belash is his army friend. He came to his father after the dembel and married Zina.)



And I still remember exactly how then my father was upset at the broken fork. How I cooked that glue. Showing and explaining everything. How then, collecting the pieces on the glue, sent me to the room, so that I did not interrupt the process with a discomfort. As he wrapped the glue with many mounds of white thread, as he then placed this fork higher on the kitchen closet, and told me strictly and supplicantly that in no case should touch. And then, when my mom came back from school, the first thing she said was that the fork was broken. He glued it, and it was in the kitchen closet, and he didn’t climb there.



My father died, I was seven. He was a rare man and father. and husband. And this fork is valuable to me not by the material of the cranks and teeth, but by what is associated with it. It’s daddy’s sadness, and then the joy of sticking up. And how he then removed the glue with a squeeze... And as if on the table before him there was always this fork.



And now with me.



Decades of years.

The sergeant sends the soldiers before the battle:
Now the battle begins! Army against army, soldiers against soldiers.
by Rabinovich:
-Comrade sergeant, and show me my soldier, maybe I can get a good deal with him?

Once I went to pick up my wife from the New Year's corporate. In the evening, wet snow with rain, and also on the ground flour of snow, water and dirt.

I see a guy with a girl. Young yet completely. The Loved. He presses it to him so that it does not freeze.

And time is something that should be like the last route, but it may not be.

I still have an hour before the official end of the event.

I stopped and said, “Sit down!“”

They refuse.

They say there is no money, the route will wait.

I tell you to sit down for that.

He has persuaded.

They went all the way, thinking about what...

And I just remembered how when I was still dating my wife, I often came back on foot in the rain and snow because I missed the last route. And nobody ever took me away.

In principle, Zhirinovsky was best arranged. 1946 to 2022.

Putin gives Snowden Russian citizenship



YYY: and on the front

One day I got in a bus. I was standing right at the door, and when some grandmother needed to go out, she struck me with all her strength and said something like, “Stand here, don’t let, fuck, go out!” And the other grandmother, standing next to me, gave up her seat to me and said with a smile, “Sit down until you drown! Better not to be angry!” At that time I knew the science of two kinds of grandmothers.

When I was a child, when I got sick, I was placed in a hospital, with another girl lying with me in the chamber. When her mother came to her, she brought all kinds of food, in the hospital was poorly fed, I was constantly feeling hungry, most of all I remembered how the mother of this girl fed us purée from a pot, a spoon to her daughter, a spoon to me, fed one spoon from one pot. My mother did not come because we were poor, and lived in the hall and placed me in the city hospital. My mom probably had no money to travel. I wanted to thank this mother, who was not indifferent to someone else’s child, feeding and caring for me as her own child. The case was in the city of Shymkent, Kazakhstan.



YYY: It reminded me. I had a similar situation 22 years ago, at the age of 6 I was placed in the hospital to remove two hernia, and my mother was not allowed with me, she was in shock, cried, tried to stiffness, but nothing worked, some quarantine was.

We lived in a regional town, so at the time of my hospitalization, my mother settled in the city with distant relatives and every day before the operation came to me, she was not allowed to get up to the floor, she was waiting at the bottom for me to meet. Then I came, too, but I couldn’t get down.

And at first there were no seats in the chambers, I and a few more guys one day "lie" on the sofas in the hallway, my mom only learned about it afterwards, otherwise I would probably have killed everyone. But it was such a mess, no one complained, it was even fun.

As a result, of course, everyone was transferred to the chambers, with me in one was the mother and son, the son was a teenager, but helpless. I don't remember the diagnosis, but something serious, so he was allowed with my mom.And this mom helped me before and after the operation, when I couldn't get up for a couple of days. She cared for me during the processing of the chamber, and generally cared for me.

I still remember this warmth and care, sad that I can't thank her again.

And the happiest memory of that episode is how I was released, and I go down the elevator to the 1st floor, and there my mom with the papers is already waiting for me to go home. Such an unforgettable happiness.



zzz: I was 11 years old when I first got into nephrology with acute pyelonephritis. The case was in August, at the same time I was placed in the chamber with a little girl, 1.5-2 years old, she came to the sea with her parents and also fell ill. Her parents merged her to the hospital, and they continued to rest, well, well. And this poor man clinged to me like a tail, everywhere with me at the pen, under the toilet door she stood while I walked, we went to the injections together, I held her, only I would leave - right away in the city. Really, the door opens, the dealer looks and cries, "Mommy, take the doll and eat."Renata, who was in the nephrology of Sochi, hello to you!



From there, the memory is 90 years old, there is nothing to eat at home, and in the hospital with a diet table, there is nothing to talk about. And at the same time brought somewhere from Russia onco-children, apparently "breathing through the window southern air." And we sit in the dining room, we have kidneys, water in a plate with lonely cabbage, and they have sandwiches with red caviar, which they don’t even look at.

I will tell you a story that happened to my girlfriend many years ago. Following her words. Then Katya met the guy and brought him to us for someone’s birthday. Silent boy of 5 years older than us, she introduced him to Pavlik, he touched everyone's hands, since then we periodically crossed by acquaintances, at concerts, in short, communicated a little bit. It was a little strange that Pavlik did not respond neither to Paul, nor to Pasha, nor to other derivatives, but we were accustomed, Pavlik so Pavlik. Moreover, among our acquaintances was Natasha, who wanted her to be called Taia and Darya, who fell into hysteria, if she was called Dasha, it was possible only Dashka, Darya, Darva and there was something on D, I don't remember already. Four months passed, Katya and Pavlik decided to get married, stood in line with ZAGS after the New Year's Eve and filed an application for a "beautiful date", after some time we received invitations, in which we were invited to the wedding of Catherine and Dmitry. We call her and wonder where Pavlik went? And she answers, you can imagine, I only learned in a row that Pavlik, it turns out, is his name. He is Dmitry. Dmitry Stepanovich Pavlik. Fuck, we called a man by his name for a few months, it was uncomfortable.

Behind the heroism of the people is always the betrayal of government officials.

I went by car alone. Three drivers were caught: an intellectual, an entertainer, and the latter - a grumpy and unspeakable mother-in-law. At the end of the trip took me away from people, I was already tense. Pulled into the pocket (I presented the weapon, took a step back, cursing my stupidity) and pulled out the money: "So that you don't waver with whom, or if there are little evils." And the driver said it all with the same stinking face. And I sneezed frightenedly, timidly thanked and stood on trembling legs until he left.

Children of deputies, ministers, governors, heads of Gazprom and Rosneft are not subject to mobilization. He did not serve in the Russian army. That’s all I learned from the President’s decree.

I went to work in another area. Federal operators have a weak connection there, so I went to buy a local operator.

The girl operator, when recording my passport data, issued "Oh, I am a day younger than your passport"

And then I felt my appearance getting older.

Video from the Farm

What a terrible death. Chickens flooded with chickens

Yyy: 90% discount in Letual