The complex. The empire of whom.

Belarusian language it every before Russian appeared))
The entire Russian language is the Slavic-Tatar Surzhik, well diluted by French, German and English transformers)) it is by this that the Polish, Belarusian and Ukrainian will speak each in their own language and understand each other, and you are not. This is why it is so important for you to humiliate all other languages, otherwise the empire will collapse immediately.)

First, there is no Russian language. He is Russian.
Second, the modern Belarusian appeared later than the Russian. In fact, ancient Russian, although it is ancient, but Russian. Several languages grew out of it. And if there are no old-Russian questions, it is also, although old-Russian, then the language of VKL is still unclear, whether old-Belarus, old-Ukrainian, or Western-Russian. I will imperially nobly refuse western-Russian, but as long as you and the chokhlam do not understand whether it was Belarusian or Ukrainian, it cannot be considered Belarusian. And only from it grew up a modern and independent Belarusian.
A large number of borrowings in Russian only indicate that the language is alive and used. There is no borrowing in dead languages.
Study history and linguistics in this way, and don’t drop it all on mythical imperial complexes. There are no empires complexes. Apart from missiles.

Religion and religion are two big asses.
The differences.
The ass.

With the years you begin to realize: it is not important how much you have lived, but how much you have left.

A girl comes in front of me in a trolleybus. Three bags, an umbrella, a backpack and an avoska. I am on my shoulder (I bow under two meters), but thin and thin. I saw the only free spot - and jumped on it! She put a huge bag under her feet, determined the bag to be smaller from the top, threw a backpack on her knees, immediately hanged a wet umbrella on some undetectable screw, and twisted an avoska somewhere in two accounts. Everything is fast, sophisticated, and so everything is fine with her, and it looks fun and awkward that I couldn't stand, I was angry. It’s a long day at work in the morning, and this one too. As if somebody could be harder than me.
“Girl,” I say, “will you give me a place? I do not feel well.
Of course! - smiles, and in a moment of the eye everything is again on it in reverse order: avos, umbrella, backpack, bags.
Please sit down, he said.
So what, I sat down. The desire to portray the patient has almost disappeared, but the anger is still bursting: what is this whistleblower, is it hanging out?! to
Give me my bags on my knees.
You are, they are heavy. I am here soon to go out, a couple of stops of everything, - and again smiles.
I had to go to the next.
But I, of course, did not go out the next, and I went with her to the end and helped carry the heavy bags home. Although she turned away. I, he says, two weeks on the mountains and their slopes carried, so I will bring home.
All 25 kilos?? to
There are only 23 here, he laughs. “Al I still had a backpack with food, it was plus ten.
Of course, it is easy now, well. And it was only 48 and a half kilos at the time, for a minute.
That’s why I know so exactly – now, after the third child, she’s grown to 50 kg.
On my hands, I wear dust. There is nothing heavier than a box of sweets. But she is an instructor of mountain tourism, she is forbidden. She even laughs at me - I should complain that something is hard, she laughs: take you on the pen? I stopped complaining, I am ashamed.
But something tells me – if it’s really hard, my beloved wife will smile on her fragile shoulders with bags, children and me, and easily and amusedly pull into the cave known only to her by the shortest route.

I am here for it all. Give girls a place in public transportation. The feeling of guilt is, fucking, a terribly strong feeling.

The Russian Post congratulates everyone on the New Year 2016!

xxx: Sometimes you ask a person a cavernous question: what is the chemical designation of bronze, and he replies without thinking: "Bn". And you suddenly realize that you have overestimated his mental abilities.
YYY: Ahahah, what a Down you need to be to confuse bronze with armor.

What is the most important thing about gaming headphones?
Yyy: The main thing in gaming headphones is not to look at porn with the back to the door

All big countries are always bad. The good people do not survive.

All big nations behave like bandits, all small nations behave like prostitutes.
by von Bismarck

to this

The Universal Material

>> Who needs 300 kinds of building materials when the ordinary red brick replaces everything perfectly?

It is charming!
Well, we built a house, what will we cover? A brick and cover!
I have to choose the walls. The brick will be glued, it will be stylish.
- More pipes and sanitary equipment remained... Oh, yes.

Here you laugh, and under St. Petersburg in the village of Kandyula is a completely concrete house. It has everything concrete: the walls, the double roof, all the auxiliary structures around, the fence, the gate! All of this is a thickness of at least 50 cm.
Locals say the owner had unlimited access to concrete during the construction of the AES.

It was in the universe at first grade. Physics was taught by a middle-aged teacher. He had such a chip - he didn't let anyone into the audience after he himself entered it. All those who were late he sent out to walk.

I mean I go on a route to the universe. The first couple is physics. I look at the clock and I am late.

Suddenly I noticed that the same reed was sitting next to me.

The further dialogue:

I: Hi Vladimir Ivanovich.

A: Hi you young man. You have a chance not to be late today, but keep in mind I’m running fast.

> because they are healthy now. In the long run, the percentage of fat above normal increases the likelihood of heart attack and metabolic syndrome, which leads to diabetes.

Not the opposite? Do metabolic cracks lead to hard-to-smelt fat? You simply won’t check it. Growth above the norm also leads to overload of the heart, but this does not mean that cutting out the extra centimeters returns from the risk group back to the golden middle. To argue that this whole apple makes any sense, you need to take thousands of pairs of identical twins (or tens of thousands of pairs of randomly mixed people) with a slight superiority, and divide them into a control group that runs, jumps, cuts wood in the fresh air and weighs as much as possible, and a test group that does the same plus slightly restricts the diet to drive the weight into the statutory framework of domesticated diet leaders. And here on them already to see if the second is really healthier than the first years after 30.
And the stupid statistics that these are thicker and live less, and these are slimmer and live longer - this is the same statistics that are on the list after a gross lie. Because "the bull has two horns and two eggs", but this does not mean that one is the consequence of the other. There are two correlating consequences of one reason – the fact that it is a bull.

Member of KPSS

>> in the sex shop sells artificial members

Artificial members are sold in the prosthetic departments of hypermarkets.
For you, the word "member" is absolutely identical to MPH? In addition, in sex shops and artificial railways are sold, which, strictly speaking, is not a member.
Meanwhile, she suddenly rushed to the wataga and grabbed him under his mighty shoulders. He was moving with all his members, but they were no longer sinking to the ground, as was the case before, the gaiters who captured him. “Ah, old age, old age!” he said, and the fat old Cossack cried.
This is rough, right? Bulb is multi-member.

How is it? We baked a spice house with the nieces, 10 minutes ago I washed the apartment and we installed a fire alarm on the spot.

I go home, I approach my entrance. A grandmother comes to me and says, “Oh, you’re a snuck, why did you take my table?” By the way, these grandmothers are always, all the days, sitting under the corner of the entrance, and they always had a taburet there. I replied to my grandmother, "Why do I have this table, I didn't take it," but the answer was only, "Well, hold on..."



Two days passed. I go out of the apartment and see that there are 3 bags of garbage lying near my door, and judging by the smell, there was a rotting fish. It was not hard to guess who left those packages. I put on gloves, took garbage bags and threw them out to the place where grandmothers normally live. The “war” lasted one year.



A year after the start of the "war" with the grandmothers, the neighbor from the 4th floor decided to do repairs, but first he began to throw out the old furniture. When the neighbor began to bring out the chairs, one of the grandmothers recognized among them the same grandmothers, which she thought I had stolen.She flew into the neighbor and began to scream at him, what a mu*ak, etc. After that the grandmothers stopped throwing their garbage near my door, but they still call me a beast and a wicked.



This is a gesture.

Someone asked here.
The horizon in Russian is called the eye. Short, clear and beautiful. And, suddenly, sometimes even used, indeed more often by the elderly, in the villages.
by Zy. All good in the new year.

faultcore: The new bed is high and there is no carpet underneath it, so the crown can now not get on it in the morning to demand food, he has found another way. They pulled from the old parent's apartment the remains of a smart vacuum cleaner, which is 10 years old. He is dumb, makes loud sounds, fights about everything in a row and enables light music. Crowle learned how to turn it on, so that from 7 a.m. this fur crab rides on a vacuum cleaner around the bedroom and waits until someone wakes up to feed him.

Ha has.
Yes, you have never seen the heavens and the managers of the living in their lives, the maximum of cosplaying parasites.
The manager doesn’t “sound the hoodies,” and at any moment knows everything about the last screw of each project and about every underwater stone that can get on the way.
He has a Wikipedia education and sufficient insight into all the tasks of all specialists to understand that “taking a double integral” is a problem, and “recognizing images” is not the fact that it can be solved at all, that increasing the resolution will require an increase in light power or lead to a loss of dynamic, that the printed board will be ready in a week, and the chips can be two more.
It connects all this so that it works all the time and doesn’t get a hint, and not a mouse in a shit-management program, but in its head, because the programming works only for spherical horses in the vacuum, and life is much more complicated than humicentric abstractions and sliding strips.
He listens carefully to all opinions and always knows, and not just imagines-what-knows, how things really stand behind this void of opinions. Pessimists, optimists, realists, people with personal interests, people who just don’t know something important. He does not need to whisper, and they believe in him as in God. And they ask themselves constantly, without pins.
This is the manager.
And not your foolish half-foolish ones with selfishness to heaven.

Small dogs are especially wicked. I was sometimes hit by dwarf pinchers on the street, after the pinch they flew away and wildly squinted, and their hostesses with their blood-filled eyes and mouth foam had already gone into the attack. It was fun to watch. One grandmother even called for the help of her son, he ran out of the house, looked at me and... left without saying anything :).
One pinscher got pins from me three times, after which he became trained. Usually, as soon as he is released out, he wraps and throws on any first encounter. Once rushed was, once again, and on me (already after the three previous pinks), but I realized, immediately silenced on the halfway and jumped away. I respected it :)

Snow in Siberia.
Drivers: Okay, I’m in winter tires.
Walkers: Okay, I am in the valleys.
Road service: Okay, let’s get rid of this shit.
Snow in Peter.
Drivers of AAAAAA.
The pedestrian: AAAAAAAA
Road services: AAAAAAAA

News from Vranje!
Snow in Siberia.
Drivers: Okay, I’m in winter tires.
Walkers: Okay, I am in the valleys.
Road services: AAAAAAAAA

and sick.

Nothing so calms as the smile of a neurologist.
Nothing pleases the eye as a highly qualified ophthalmologist.
After contacting an otolaryngologist, it is easier to breathe.
And I want to live again thanks to the resuscitator."

You have not been pollinated for a long time. There are only two doctors:
The 1st came.
2 where you were before.