If you can’t solve a problem for a long time, subconsciously it is doing something for you.

My parents have a cat. He is the owner in the house. When the time is late, and he wants to sleep, he sits and whispers so that everyone goes to bed. Every morning I wake my mom at 6 a.m. to work. Then, if she eats or paints for a long time, she goes to the closet and blows to get dressed. At half eight, she is already sitting at the door and knocking to get out. I am concerned :)

The State Duma found out that the abolition of the serfdom law was illegitimate and the people accumulated debts on the serfdom for 160 years.

xxx: I have always been a quiet, calm and peaceful person, but I have always solved issues with hooligans only by violence, otherwise they do not understand. In the kindergarten, I broke the bread-cutting hooligans. He mocked everyone, including me. It didn’t blow me, but one day he broke my Robockop toy, which I liked very much, and I calmly took a heavy Soviet metal truck, the color of the hack, and in front of the eyes of the educators quietly wrapped it with him all over the face of this boy. Of course, sores, tears, blood, but until the end of the garden of problems he no longer delivered anyone. In school I had no problems with the hooligans until the 5th grade, and then we began to translate all kinds of declared elements, I approached and silently broke the nose of the chief of the hooligans, until the end of school they did not call me at all, except by name and paternity. I think so first break the slice of bread - questions then never failed.



Yyy: "Until the end of school they did not call me, except by name and paternity"

I was willing to believe it, but this detail ruined everything.



Zzzz: So he was a teacher.



YYY: And this detail put everything in its place.)

A friend of mine once told me she was going. I ask where he goes. It turned out that in the elevator)) by the idea did not lie))

XXX: And I was beaten in school for coming with the lessons I did. In the sixth grade, before me, once again, the local hoppers, in the style of "E, glasses, let smoke," the good day was sunny, I asked to give me a cigarette, removed the glasses, the right eye +3.5, and focusing the sun on the tip of the cigarette, swelled the coal, after which a couple of times blown, and stretched the smoked cigarette to the head of the hoppers. Then it sounded something like - "No, you are really a smart botan, not just so hardened, if someone will offend, say that Lopata will break for you." After that, I really stopped getting stuck, until the end of school.



My applause to you!! I can imagine how impressive you made them!



zzz: This is even now in the translation of the nicker's impression produces)

To wake up happy every morning, you need to go to bed happy.

I went to a network store in the province to buy water.

“Please make a mask,” said the saleswoman politely.

No pocket, I forgot it in the car. I shake my hands, hoping for a relief... The seller closes her eyes and sounds the famous word: “Haaalaya! “Sell the young man water!” In the hall floats Galli (in a mask). It pushes me away with its considerable dimensions from the box by meter. Silence takes money from my unwilling hands, gives it to the treasurer, takes and gives me water and floats back into the cage.

The law observed? Yes is. Did the client get what he wanted? Yes is. The Combo!

and 500 million? It’s about six months of eternal friendship. Would you extend?
Alexander Grigorievich, you’ve gotten out!

And now Vladimir Vladimirovich will give a session of simultaneous play to the strongest grandmasters of Russia.

Anyone who has ever lived with relatives in the same apartment will definitely understand me.

I went to Moscow for money, my aunt convinced me to come. In my small town, wages are small, and prices are like everywhere. I thought my aunt was sorry, but it turned out to be different.
I brought the guests a couple of bags, and a couple of bodies and a couple of bodies of goats, and meat and fish, all natural all its own.

Aunt lived in a three-room apartment with a daughter and a son-in-law. They gave me a room, and I went on her advice, to her acquaintance for an interview, at which, I was already promised to take on the job. Everything went well, I approached them, and the next day I had to go to work.

I think once such a good news, not if I buy a cake and a bottle of something for the mood for my new family.

I came home, I told the news, we sat down and ate a cake with my aunt...
And here she asks me.
You are doing repairs, right?
Yes, and what then? I stressed
I need a balcony, can you help?
I will help, I agreed.
- You buy there, everything you need, and I will give you the money, - asked the aunt.

Money then I had for the first time, I thought to take them out, and if honestly the thought was blurred, if anything, then you can not take the money back, still the fee for housing, such as the Dumbell accord.

In general, I worked as a carrier in warehouses, in the night shift, and during the day I did not rush to repair the balcony. I ordered plastic windows, the amount of course is decent, but I thought it would be a good price for a couple of months, if you rent a house somewhere. He set it up and set it up, as he did for himself.

The repair was completed, in a week, if it wasn’t my main job, I would have finished earlier, my aunt took the job with joy.

“You can’t give money, it’s a fee for hospitality,” I said proudly, feeling grateful for “blood and feeding.”
“You’ll have to give me some food,” the aunt said.

During the week that I lived in the guests, I was for some reason fed meat and soup and even the fat that I brought to me on the table nobody put. No, I’m not complaining, but it’s somehow unfair.
Of course, I answered it.

It's time for the salary, I've so scattered my mind, I need to send some money home to my parents, and in principle, you can start saving a little bit, but my plans were interrupted by my aunt.

- There, for being taken to work, you have to thank Diana...
What kind of Diana? I did not understand, I asked.
- Who helped your reception to work, - explained the aunt.
And how much? I asked and was a little stressed.
Half the salary. My aunt answered indiscriminately.
Not a lot? I was surprised.
How did you want? You have to give the products!
What will I then have left?
- You need to plan your budget, - replied my aunt waiting for money from me.

And I did not endure here.

What did I do for the balcony? Do I often buy the products myself?! to
And what? My aunt asked me.
And I wanted to leave them so much that I just replied:

And nothing!

I left with a scandal, or rather, listened silently to how bad I was.
Then I rented a room for seven thousand rubles a month and had nothing to worry about. My aunt and I don’t talk anymore.

We are your only ally, we are the fortress of Eurasia!! to
- Alexander Grigoryevich, the money is over?

It was necessary to make a video of the young goat. No camera in the phone. I am forcing young people to move in the right direction. My mother asked me to leave, but I had no one else to ask for. Her mother is intelligent, she reads novels in French, drinks Arabic coffee, and reflects on philosophical topics.

She has long been distracted, and does not know how to shoot (well, and who does other videos for herself? ) is In other words, “I don’t want, I won’t. I cannot!” I persuaded. Worth removing, the goats are crushed, the mother turns, removing something. I prayed that at least in the frame they were and desirably whole. Photography is complicated in itself. And here without experience... And to sell goats must be urgently and not for meat.

I see. The video is perfect. No one shot of the camera, everything in the frame, the camera didn't even shake a little. It was perfect for moving after the small puppets. No one has seen such a home video of the young man.

The question is: KAAK?

He answers, yes, I was engaged in stand shooting in my youth, the first places in the city were many times. The main thing is to imagine that they are a target and aim as competition...

xxx: I once took a baton of bread, smeared it with strawberries and, like Toska, wanted to eat it in one slice, but my mother chose. She said that I would catch the bite of the intestine and eat it myself.



Mother covered her body.

We are divorced and we are all married.

This story took place in the distant 1974. of Kazakhstan. The Kustan region. Our battalion helps clean the bread. A solitary field. Here in the only house was located the management of the car.

On the first day, as we arrived at this place, until the senior had time to unload the property from the trailer, he strictly ordered those entering the suit not to sleep at night, and that, say, the Kazakhs wiped their boots and sweaters, and at the same time a new Zylovsky trailer. To me, personally, he said, the trailer is unlikely to be taken, but to remove the new wheel - how to drink can give!

At night we slept as well. At two o’clock I went out to the yard to cast and I saw that there was no wheel on the trailer. I am in horror. I woke up another daytime and we moved quickly into the fleet (1.5 km) to remove the wheel from some car. Everyone in the car park slept. We twisted the wheel from one ZIL and rolled it to the trailer. It all took us three hours. Before dawn, we went to bed with a feeling of deep satisfaction. After a couple of hours I woke up from some noise, listening. The senior shouted not with his voice, proving to someone: "I myself, personally, fearing that the daytime will fall asleep and the trailer will pull - I took off one wheel..."

It was an ordinary sunny day, nothing predicted trouble. Then the wife asked:
Am I not fat?

A year ago we had a case in the receiver: three drunk fools killed a lamb and carried him with a demand to a neighboring village, to which they never arrived - they got into the dungeon. The ambulance was stuck: three unconscious bodies in the blood, on one piece of the intestines rolling. They threw them on their bags and into the hospital. The surgeon for ten minutes thoughtfully stared at a piece of the intestine and mentally tried to resemble the victims.

Pugacheva sang when there were not many picabushnikovs in the world



Yyy: When life came out of the water, Pugacheva was already standing on the shore and meeting her.



A farewell concert.

Old age for you comes when you begin to defile youth.