This is a story about adulthood. The guy leaves the parent home, successfully overcomes life stages (socialization - rabbit, work - wolf, household difficulties - bear), and then meets a woman who deceives and destroys him as a person.

I met a former classmate yesterday. In general, in school he was thick to horror and constantly ate all sorts of bulls in class. It was called a bubble bubble.



Not seen for 10 years, somewhere I only heard that after school in the gym began to walk with disastrous force. Sitting on a diet, hit the sport.



So here. I walk around the house and see the car standing up. The driver and so and so - in no one.And there is a guy fit, healthy, like a closet. He raises the “six” from behind and he moves safely forward.



Then I go to the bakery – baaa! There is a bubble! Fat as hell. It is worth eating.

In our time, to turn out, you need to be not a bulb, but a bullet.

I remember a case from school. He was in a coma after an accident. We all worried about him, we went to visit him, it was terribly difficult to see him, filled with all kinds of tubes, sensors, such unemotional, inanimate... The doctors asked just to talk to him on ordinary topics. One evening I sat in his bed and told him about the news from school. And then it came out: "By the way, you gave Cole your joystick, probably you will be uncomfortable to know that he broke it...". That same night a friend woke up. And when the doctors brought him up, his first phrase was, “What did he do with my joystick?” At the end of the day, the whole class was thrown into a new joystick.)

I was interested in one: why if you believe in God, then it is serious, and if in Santa Claus - turn your finger at the whistle?

Aaa: If you ever have to defend yourself with a baseball beat, put a socket on it, if the attacker tries to catch it, he will just take off the socket and he will have to try to catch the beat again.



bbb: You can rub her with vaseline, and then he will scratch it out every time, and if he's shit, he'll get to touch it.



Could I have another self-defense teacher?



ddd: I am another self-defense teacher. I agree with my colleague, you need to mock the shit.



A bit too?



DDD: What kind of bite?

Political errors are always corrected in red.

I read in one social network:
A doctor who works in one of the local hospitals. And here, she enters the office to another doctor (he is a urologist), and the one on the screen has a huge male penis in the cut, and some points shine on it. And he clicks in one point with the mouse, then in another...
She asks, are you preparing for the operation?
He looks surprised: No, I will reserve a seat on the plane.

When I said, “I want to be in shape,” I didn’t mean that.

Hello, this is Sergei from work.



yyy: Hi, but I have a boyfriend, and he recently got kms by hand, I love him very much if you want to communicate with him.



Okay, hello, I understand that you are strong, but she took my charge yesterday and I wish she didn’t forget her tomorrow. If you have to fight for it, leave it for yourself.

I had a good friend with a girlfriend. He was friends with the girls regularly, but with this straight stood for a long time. Angela was a prominent girl: cute, with a good figure and a factory, cheerful and broken temper. Angel's soul demanded the celebration with envious persistence and, accordingly, they regularly visited with my companion various entertainment and entertainment establishments.

And one day a call from him, the clock in the area around six o’clock:

Hello to Pacifistwar!

Hello to Col!

What are you doing now, free?

“Yes, I’m wandering here in the Pyramid area while I’m free, but later in the evening, there’s some work to do. and what?

“Yes, we sit here with Angela and her friend at the Sudden Encounter cafe. I decided to call you to make it more fun.

“Why not go and meet Angelina’s girlfriend? Moreover, this event was probably initiated by the female part of Colina’s company.

“Yes, in principle I can come, eat dinner with you and support the company with a conversation, but I won’t drink – in the evening the work is urgent. If you do, I’ll be with you in 15 minutes.

“Now I’ll find out,” said Cole and left for the meeting.

“Come here, and we’ll see,” a few minutes later, my friend gave me good.



Fifteen minutes later, I was already sitting at the table, frankly looking at the menu and Nadja’s tip. Nadia turned out to be quite a normal, cute girl without visible obstacles to arranging her personal life.

They ate, talked, laughed and drank. All two hours the company tried to incline me to alcoholic drinks, but I really had important affairs in the evening, and I remained unwavering.

At the beginning of the ninth Nadia was going home and I naturally called to take her away.

In the car, as an honest and decent gentleman, he made a couple of fun light hints to continue the evening in a different setting - a little later, as I settle up with evening affairs. But Nadia, as a clever and decent lady, subtly, but unambiguously made it clear to me that my erotic lamentations will not go on today.

“No, no – no is it! "I was not upset at all and continued a non-binding secular conversation.

After a couple of common phrases in the girl suddenly as if something had changed. Trigger served as my question about what she was doing.

Nothing anymore now. I’m going to the Czech Republic in a week.

to rest?

No for ever! In the PJ.

Oh oh, this is yes! And why? I wondered, surprised, that in the course of two hours of lively conversation in the cafe, this topic never emerged.

Thro the rest of the way to Nadine’s house, and this is twenty minutes, I listened to a monologue about how badly in Rossi, how well in Europe, how in the sleepy Siberian feathers do not understand girls with a subtle mental organization, what we have heavy, dark, toxic and ignorant people, what in Europe are light, light, tolerant and intelligent elves and other, other arguments of the adepts of the squad.

What are you going to do, where to live, for what to exist? I was only able to put some provocative question into her hot monologue.

My old friend has lived there for many years. He has long called me to himself, but I just decided, without blinking the eye, without thinking for a second, Nadia shared, - almost a year of documentation.

Well good luck! - We have already come to her home, and I saw no reason to communicate further with the already practically foreign woman, who is waiting for a friend in the Czech Republic. Moreover, I had to go to finish work for today. and happy!

Of course, to ask her phone number, I didn’t even get into my head. To try to incline to betray a lady, who will soon go to a friend abroad forever and, so hot and passionate about it, it is such an adventure. Just a fan, let’s say. I have never considered myself such a fan.

She went to the failure of the typical Khrushchev panel entrance, and I moved on.

*** by

About a month later, I accidentally met Angelou in one of the shopping centers. They stood up, spoke for five minutes about nothing, and almost said goodbye, as Angela suddenly asked:

Didn’t you look at Nadjuha? Remember with whom you were in the “Sudden Meeting.”

No, a normal girl, nothing like that.

So why didn’t you call her then? He says that even the phone did not try to find out! And she made me all ears about you afterwards, Angela spoke to me with some reproach. I was very upset with the girl, her self-esteem was so low.

And why should I have her phone, if she went to the Czech Republic, to her old friend? ! to I shrugged my shoulders in confusion.

What is the Czech Republic? ! to What kind of friend? ! to She looked at me like a half-stupid girlfriend. - She never went outside the country, and her friend would be you, if you had the courage to ask her for the phone!

“It is you who ask her what kind of Czech Republic,” I rejected from dirty insinuations, “she told me all the way home without stopping, with what joy she will leave our unhospitable Siberia and fall into enlightened Europe. A year, he said, documents were made.

- Now she was not going anywhere, and she did not go anywhere, - having made a surprised expression of the face, Angela spoke unexpectedly, - where she lived, there and lives. Okay, I know from her what she invented for the Czech Republic.

Hello, send her to me! I said goodbye.

*** by

The next meeting took place weeks after two, when Kolya and I came together to play billiards, and Angela clinged to him.

Naturally, almost immediately the conversation went to Nadia and her Czech Republic. Angela told me that she spoke to a girlfriend and she fully confirmed my story.

But why, why why? ! to It was above my understanding. Why was all this ridiculous story? Especially if she wants to continue communicating.

Angela graciously and a little confusedly looked at me as they looked at a good, kind, but not distant man:

Are you really not understanding anything?

No of course.

So you can act faster!

To warm up! I could not foresee such a turn.

Can I give you her number?

No thank you...

Even the right path can lead to an impasse. But that would be the right impasse. What an impasse.

This year is so busy that if you buy a lottery ticket, you can lose an apartment.

xxx: adopted the law on LGBT propaganda⁠⁠



YYY: I only have one question about this law. In how many days from the moment of its signing will life in our country be better?



ZZZ: It was better

Recently, a solid man in a costume came to meet with Munich in order to order a car. From the details that came out during the meeting - for the wife. Of the unpleasant details that came to light during the meeting, there were several accidents. The wife has already broken a couple of cars: cars in total, the wife was decorated with a slight fright and a relatively slight blow of the seat pillow in the area of makeup.

After hearing the client’s wishes, I struggled to hold back the rest of the meeting:

Can I get a car with a strong pillow? And if it’s broken down, would it get normal?

Hate is the fate of the weak, unable to defeat the enemy.

Last year la us took work on a remote gold hunt in the deaf corner of the valley of the Yan River. There was no prey yet, intelligence was going, so there was a permanent staff of 10-11 men. Hospitality is a distinctive feature of remote closed groups, and a good chef in such places is the key to success. Soon after we met, we were sent to the dining room. Ordinary stove with a stove, a long table, a huge view for those who want, but most importantly - a MISCHIEF! Pasha was of normal height and shape, with a bald cornered head, which, judging by its appearance, was moved by the tank, having previously twisted on it. The first impression, as it turned out later, was almost correct, only it was a bulldozer. I didn’t like to remember that case, so I don’t know the details. He was presented to us as the God of the pot and the pot, and we were presented to him as the lost geologists who were about to move the copts away from hunger (this was not quite true, but we were silent in anticipation). Pasha put on the table of the fresh bread he baked, poured tea and said that now he will only warm up. The bread had such a smell that we didn’t even have time to get the knives – it was broken and eaten lightning. I had never eaten anything cooler before and I can compare it to nothing, I can only say one thing – it was bread from the bakery from Mount Olympus, Zeus could eat all his life only them. But when Pasha came and put on the table a large bowl of flour, we were deceived! I ate plov with the Tajiks and Uzbek, in different places and conditions, but even in their homeland it did not have such a perfect smell and appearance! I will be silent about the taste, because it was better than bread! True, Pasha said that in the flood not a lamb, the meat went to the bear, who terrorized them three days before, but I am sure that Pasha will prepare the same flood without the strain of any mice and carpenters. After we ate, Pasha spoke, seeing us enjoying the results of his undoubted talent. He told that after close contact with the bulldozer he could no longer fully work on gold, but since the life of the caregiver is delayed, he was left to cash. Literally a year later he discovered the talent of Cook from God and the artels began to compete with each other in promises to him of gold mountains, only he worked for them. After working for 9-10 months and having earned, he was tired of a vacation, but spent it very peculiarly - wheeled around the world, studying the cuisines of the peoples of the world, and then refined the recipes on the stomachs of the workers in the next season. He travelled half Europe, was in Mexico and South America, walked somewhere in North Africa, and the last three years traveled through Central Asia. There he mastered either 68 or 78 species of plow (not exactly remembered), and, virtually without repeating, fed the artel with these plows, starting in March. Yes, the farmer had to turn around to get everything ordered by Pasha before the work began, but the effort had to be justified. He told us a long time about the different types of plow, cooking technology and more, but my operating memory filled up after the second recipe, and I just quietly admired the man who found himself. It was very unusual – in such sailboats, where we penetrated everywhere for about a week and almost drowned on it twice, to meet a man against whose background Alien looked like Apollo, but at the same time with a bright spark of talent and a worldview of a planetary scale.
The next day we left in the morning on the route, returned around 2 o'clock at night, and in the morning we have to leave further. When we opened our eyes, we had time for breakfast. For the first time, we saw almost all of the artillery together, except for the two who had not yet returned from the night shift. Pasha put on the table a huge cage, in which there was some kind of Zalakhat plow, pronounced its name on some Turkic dialect and went aside, studying the reaction of the masterpiece eaters for their future memoirs. We looked at this red-golden miracle with admiration, waiting for the chief of the artillery to put his hand first on the rooster. And absolutely unexpectedly for us heard the words of a healthy man, who looked into the cage and said with unbeatable longing:
“Pasha, you’re such a bitch, so when will you make us an ordinary strawberries?” How much can you put on this flower? Give me the grey! Or I’ll move you by the bulldozer again!! to
We are frozen. From the faces of the workers, I realized that they generally support the speaker. Pasha looked closely at the person who allowed himself to say something against his cooking and calmly replied:
- According to the plan, the float will temporarily end in three days, then there will be a break for a strawberries with a bowl. It is not too long, Knee, be patient!
The men cheered, and one of them immediately shouted:
So, let’s start with the number three!
“No, Pasha, get out of the number eight!
Under this future menu trade, we ate a talented plow with an unspoken Turkish name and set out to leave. When I said goodbye to everyone, I quietly asked Pasha:
What is the number 3 and 8?
Paola smiled:
- I have a grandmother from under Ryazan, she knows 17 variants of cooking strawberries, and I found 7 other options. Therefore, they do not want ploves - they will eat various strawberries with strawberries!
Why can’t we alternate floors and grass?
I can, I can change. There are potato dishes, pasta, lentils and many others. Just this dwarf bear dropped part of the barrels with foods into the river and we now have a little rice and an immense amount of ham, and when the next truck will be - it is not yet clear. The menu had to be unified.
We went everywhere further into the mountains, and I long remembered how many dishes I could cook from ham. More than two did not work out - a strawberries with a strawberries and a strawberries without a strawberries. Here are 24! There is something to think about...

In general, coming to a radio shop for the first time is worse than buying condoms for the first time. You come, and so whispering, "I would have a condenser at 22MF."
You are asked loudly, “What?
The Electrolyte? The Tantal? The output? The SMD?” You are :
"I don't know-a-a-a-a-a," - and everyone turns around at once, looking at you judgmentally and ticking their fingers.

Psychological maturity is when you see in some publication that a stranger is wrong... and just slide on, without proving anything to anyone.

When my mom and I (the doctor) went for a walk, some aunt approached and talked about their illnesses and asked for advice. Her mother:

Get disguised.

How is?! to

to the belt.

Right here? →! to

You are asking me for advice here.