Story of a friend

I wanted Pepsi, went to the store, at 4 a.m. (thank you for the quarantine for the shattered regime), and in the entrance the grandmother on the walls with a marker writes disgraceful words about the president. She was scared, but said: Oh, you're sorry, don't tell anyone, maybe at least the repair in the entrance will be done, I'm already tired of writing applications and complaints.

A week later, the repair was done.

So it is not the vandals destroying the walls in the entrances, but the grandmothers who have lost hope.

I am a photographer, including photographing weddings. The case was in the early 2000s, when it was just beginning. I came to another wedding (bride collection) and let me think a joke, so to say, contact with humor. Then I say to the bride: So young, so beautiful. The whole life ahead. Do you need it?



(I hope for a smile and words like "You, we have love and all that") But I see in the eë eyes of slëzy. The girlfriends all blinked at me with a harsh look, and one answered: What are you doing? Weë have just calmed up!

Talk to the surgeon the next day after surgery to remove appendicitis.

I: Doctor, tell me, and the scarring will not be too big? (The question was ripe because, judging by the blood drops on the patch, the seam seemed to be cm 10)

X: Well what you wanted, in these combinations and glasses nothing is seen at all.

I :....

Xxx: How the old friend called.

Q: Do you live next to the station?

I : Yes

In fact, the boys on the bus didn’t have time to let them drink beer.

Without a problem.

He met them, invited them home, explained where to sleep, eat and wash. There was no mood to drink, the boys said, just sit down and don’t joke a lot. I found out that they were going home with ParkFesta. I explained to them that I am going to work at 6 a.m. you can eat breakfast here as a thread and hide the key here.The girl fucked her brains all night that you can sleep there when strangers bump in the kitchen. I come from work the next day, the apartment is out. Not only did they get rid of me, but they also got rid of me. They left 3 liters of beer in the cold. The most interesting thing is that we never met, I don’t even know how they called, and I didn’t even introduce myself to them.



Yyy: How can you sleep there when strangers in the kitchen



really is. I think that without me they bump somewhere, sometimes they don’t even sleep.

At the beginning of the 2000s, I went to the town hall in the village for a visit to put the wheel on a new computer.

I say, give me wood.

And he answers, is the wood axial or berry?

The herd instinct develops much faster than the collective immunity.

Profession: Master of circular seat 

In general, this story is designed to inspire those who follow what they love. Even when everyone around you says you’re an idiot and busy with hernia, and you genuinely love what you do – do it! And the rest can be offered to walk into the erotic...

and short. I loved corsets since I was a child. No, I just cheated on them! The reason was in a book. My mother was a carpenter, and she had all sorts of books about craftsmanship, the history of costume, carpentry and all that, and not just what, but expensive, heavy, with bright huge glossy images. So what’s going on in the princess’s toilet, I knew from childhood. That the dress is so lush, because under the shirt there is a huge cage - cryolyn, underneath it the pants with a bunch of rings, on the face of the barley flies. I also stuck on large photographs of stretched gloves, veers and shoes. But most of all, my imagination was aroused by the ON – the red atlas corset, which occupied the entire A4 page. Bright, overflowing, with a bunch of small lines and completely unrealistic shapes! It was a cultural and aesthetic orgasm. 

For a moment, I grew up in the 90s. Around destruction and poverty. The most popular entertainment is to collect packages of cigarettes on the streets, tear and tear from them corners, on which colored circles were printed. Whoever has the rarest colours is cool. Well, or collect the bottles, soak the labels in the log and give away. You can buy a gum.

And here is the whole hell world, where chocolate is eaten once a year, the father cries, the mother beats, in the tachta on which you sleep, there are bugs, and in the kitchen, food has to be picked from the cockroaches, he was, this red corset from the picture. In addition to his unrealistic beauty, he had another attribute. A corset can stretch the waist. From these magical books I learned clearly that in the corset the waist becomes incredibly narrow, and any girl becomes a princess 100%.

From early childhood, I had a strong diastasis due to the cyst and, as a result, a large stomach. In short, the stars have come together. This is my destiny, I have to sew the corsets!

Of course, I did not think so. Not a corset, but one. to myself. And the dream of this corset enveloped my life. I was able to sew a little, so I went this way - to make it myself. The first option was a fucking cape. Sewn out of the old shirt, it all rattled, pulled nothing and looked more like a used condom. I threw it into a distant corner and decided to never sew it again. But the ghost of the red corset was following me. I started again. In order for the corset not to rise, it had to be wrapped in the bones. I was told in the cloth shop, “Hello.” And I shaved the corset from what I found on the street - such a plastic tape for stretching pallets. It was a hassle, but progress was clear.

Then they brought Regina to the store. Who doesn't know, this is such a tape, where a thick hard lash acts as a partitional thread. It is used to give shape to products. Here is it! It's just quite a corset, and so on, no laundry, everything in the store.

So I bought Regina. If it is sewn in places, stiffness is not enough, I already understood. So you need to sew the corset out entirely! And I picked up the scarce pockets and ran to the cloth shop, buying this regilin meter by meter. Cut into strips, sewn a few pieces in the center, and opened to the edges with a veil - a part of the corset was obtained. Somewhere at this point, my shabby hobby was noticed by adults and the constant crashes began. “It’s a stupid dog! You are wasting money in vain. No one needs it. It is ugly!” And so every time I was caught for wearing my precious strips.

It took a few months to collect my miracle. The corset was not ready yet, but I wanted to try it. There is no one at home! Having sewn it from behind, I began to squeeze it on my front, rubbing the rope through the regilin with a thick needle. The edges of the regilin corset were scattered with a scarf that ruthlessly beat my skin. I sweated, blowed, pulled... and cut off. The fall vector chose on the couch, so it didn’t repel anything. She recovered, wiped out this horrible product and experienced the strongest annoyance. So much time. So much strength. And I was a loser, everyone was right.

I threw my deficiency behind the same couch and tried not to remember it anymore. I stayed there for six months, not less than before I decided to start again. I dropped the Regilin experiment from the eye, so I had to start from scratch. I did not decide to repeat everything with Regilin - too much is needed, I will save money for not one month. The collection is very laborious. Other options are needed. As a result, the method of trial and error was sewn corsets of cardboard, barbed sticks, children's aluminum constructor and even the hell knows what. Every time I started over again, my grandmother, with whom I lived at the time, said, “You are sewing your seads again! It will ruin the fabric. Give it up!” (The half of the corset, placed on the side, resembles the shape of a saddle). I broke the cloth and started again. The first successes began. Corsets can even be worn, they are awkward, but already quite yourself.

Then the bones appeared in the sale. True corset bones made of plastic, proudly named on the price list "wale mouth". It was it. The same moment. I bought a red atlas. And I pulled it, that corset. I decorated it with a cushion, as in a book. I was 14 years old. During the sewing process, I had tears and trembling knees. He is also mine! To make the rope with the louvres, it is believed to have wrapped a tool from the mother. And then... then it all went crazy. I was kicked out of school (two times!I walked in the streets. When I was 16 and I got attached to another guy, I put another corset on a whale’s upside. 

Then I left my hometown, just to get away. First I worked as a buffalo, then I tried to paint, then I got a camera and I became a photographer. Talent was, orders went, money also slowly. She pulled the old sewing machine, began to sew a little, for herself. Then the footer broke. I am in a foreign city, the house is rented, there are no savings. I cried out that I was ordering. It slowly went. I took all the orders, but mostly shew the corsets. And people pulled.

And it became surprising that the "seats", as my grandmother called them, are not only interesting to me. I even had several master classes. By the time I was 18, I had tons of corset experience and my own building system, raw but my own. Because all the nonsense that could only be made, all the mistakes and nonsense, I did everything, myself and repeatedly. And each of my failures opened my eyes to what to do so that this crash didn’t happen. In fact, I re-born the technology of sewing the corset through trials and mistakes. Why invent a bicycle? And because in the search engine on the request of the "corset" were mostly orthodontic corsets. There was no infos. There was no material. It all started from zero, in touch, in the dark.

When I decided to change the city again, I was 20 years old and I already had two shows, publications in magazines and newspapers, and even my headline on the cover.

And no, this is not a magazine with prostitutes. This is about cultural leisure, exhibitions, theatres, movies, concerts of all kinds. Interesting people in the city.

So I came to Moscow. I changed the name of my workshop from the fuzzy lady-in-corset to the French elegant Corsetier and started again. Moscow was chewing on the star the hell knows where and it took a couple of years to recruit customers. During this time, I polished my building system to the glow. Now my corsets are perfect! And no examples. I do not make a sample. Do not simply. Distance orders are flourishing.

There were problems, of course, my mental disorder was constantly putting my sticks in the wheels. At one point, I took an indefinite vacation to get myself in order. When you disappear from the radar for a long time, customers often have to collect from scratch. And I started again, raising my planka. Because it is no longer handicraft. It is almost art. Beautiful, very beautiful things. A lot of people compliment me for my work. These unnecessary things from another era proved to be in demand, relevant and fashionable. And I turn back, I see this girl with a cardboard, a hand-washing machine, a bunch of fears, and a little dream, I glide her over her head and whisper to her ear, “Don’t stop, you can!” Maybe that’s why I didn’t stop. It was from the future that I whispered my crazy ideas on my ear - "Do it again, you can do it here, and try it again." And I made mistakes, revered, despair, gave up, but always started again. So if someone tells you that you’re making a hurt, maybe it’s right now. But go all through the forest and continue, cut and spoil until it works. And then improve what came out, and with time people will gather around you who will appreciate you. Who will tell you that you are doing great. Here is.

A bad news.
It is said that by autumn the coronavirus will mutate and you will need to wash your feet.

I went into the fifth room today, on the way from the landscape, for some products. I bought a dozen eggs, chocolate, a baton and a couple of packs of ice cream. I approach the box office, everything is done as it is in a medical mask, I look at the box office without masks three teenagers. And I hear that the boys incite each other, say ask to buy, not you ask. I think they don’t sell cigarettes because of their age, but when I’m asked, I never buy them.



I met one of them with a small look, and he had already begun to ask to buy, and I was already preparing to refuse him in the request, but he asked to buy them a pack of condoms... because in the box office because of the lack of a mask, they were not served. Well, in this request, I did not refuse them, I think young and green, I broke everything, gave the boys their promised packaging, and put the check in a package with products.



The experienced reader probably has already begun to guess that when I came home I laid out the products in the kitchen, laid out the check without a back-thinking, and at home the wife, and condoms we have not bought for several years...

I was small then. I went into the forest for mushrooms. We sail, we look for. My brother and I went out to the hill somehow, looked down, and there, in the pit (from which it was easy to get out, so they did not fall there) - the puppies. Three things. They were delighted and used to smooth them. Pappa calls us, we call back, he comes, too, from the hole of this he looked at us, on the puppies and... He throws a cage with mushrooms, we under the mouse and run away from there. We were angry at him greatly – such puppies are callous, and he took us away.

The man runs past the mommy and says, “Let’s run! “Mama is in confusion with him.

In front of the car came a long-running wolf from the woods. It was here that my brother and I arrived.

I was consulted by a 40-year-old woman. I’ve seen a lot of “non-mammots,” but I’d probably appoint her president of their republic.

She worked as a seller in a private grocery store. Well, how it went... Without any of your contracts and other unnecessary problems, the shelves stood up and everything.

The day of the salary is right, and the employer says to her: the money for the salary has not yet been earned, and I pay taxes for you in my native tax of 13%. You give me 13% of the salary promised by me, so that I am not in the shortage, and when we earn - I will pay you the full, this is the cross!

She borrowed from someone the necessary amount and gave it to him. And so three times. And only after three months, during which she received nothing, but properly paid her employer 13% of her virtual salary, she began to suspect something.

It should be said that no taxpayer received anything.

The hell genius employer, whose employees not only do the work, but also pay for it, will remain unpunished - aunt and still ameba, does not want to connect with him.

I work for a long time at a fairly large enterprise, we have a chief of chargers, we will call him Mohammed, and he has a son.

As you understand, Muhammad is a Muslim and I have set a corner for prayer in the warehouse.

(Prayers addressed strictly to Mecca)

After another prayer, he told me that his son (judging by the tone of bad guys) began dating a Russian girl!

I, he says, offered her to accept Islam, because God is the only God and you will not betray the faith.

I replied, you are absolutely right! God is one and your son can also become a Christian.

Why then in this moment Allah turned away from me and the chief of the burdeners sprinkled me with saliva from my legs to my head. What did I do wrong?

Russian superstars complain that they have lost their jobs because of quarantine, and the state does not help them.

And who prevents them from performing in underground crossings?

- On the backdrop of those who are already singing there, they will look like provincial self-activity.

When the eggs teach the chicken, it means they are already cool!

I read the story of an inadequate customer who wanted to get the goods at prices ten years ago, and remembered his youth. We had a small candlestick factory... well, not candlestick, a factory, in fact, an anchor, for the production of paints. For the production of banal pentaphthalene enamel, a pearl mill and components are needed, in fact, from the cost of components and equipment depreciation, a lion's share of the cost of the final product is formed. Conversation with a client, a young female voice:
Q (first phrase): Color is needed, PF, but cheaper?
I: Yes, not the question, but the minimum batch will be from 1 ton, and the enamel will not be according to GOST but according to TU.
Q: Why a ton?
I: Well you want to get a bad paint, so I will need you to run a line on making a bad paint, the minimum load of the line is ton.
Q: I don’t want a bad one, I need a guest with a certificate.
I: Yes, no question, minimum tar 50 kg, price on price, no discount.
Q: I need 2 kg of PF-837.
Here I was slightly sluggish, the client did not say a word that he needed the 837a, the most moving 115 and 266. We are ready to make 837, but order from ton, and if with a certificate, then a minimum period of 3 weeks, and the cost +10% to the price. I explain this to the clown.
Q: But I only need 2 kg, I need to paint the door.
I scare even more, because 837 is benzo and heat-resistant enamel, and 2 kg is definitely not enough for the gate (in two layers, at the expense of 80, and de facto 100 grams per square is just ten squares), and in general, it is a gateway to hell what if they have to hold up to 300 degrees? But the customer is crying, and says that nowhere can get 2 kg of this enamel, which is true, at that time such paints were not sold in retail.
Help me, very, very much needed.
Please hang on the line, I call the warehouse, the neighboring hangar with the hangar-factory, I ask if there is at least one barrel from 837. I found out that there is a barrel with 30-40 kg of base, left of some long-standing order, it would be necessary to mix it, and then it will go well.
I: Let’s come to the office (time between hangars) at... an hour after two.
The girl forgets to ask for the bill and apparently already runs to the car. I give the command to shake the barrel, find two pots for samples under the enamel, and a bowl under the powder, fill it and deliver it to me. I pack in a bag, because the banks are dirty to impossibility.
A beautiful girl who is 18 years old. I politely wonder if she knows how to use this paint, with horror I understand that the girl is going to paint something herself, it seemed to me, I give instructions, I understand that everything is useless, I breathe, and I give banks. I didn’t take the money, I didn’t raise my hand. Then I realized that there was clearly more silver than needed, I told the workers two banks of enamel and a bowl of powder, they were filled with souls, and I didn’t have the girl’s phone, to warn that less than a third of the banks needed to be filled. I breathe.
This would have ended if the maiden, already accompanied by a solid uncle, did not appear in the office without a call.
Uncle stretches the business card, a company for the manufacture of metal products, and on the go offers to conclude a contract for the supply of 30 tons of all kinds of enamels and soils, from PF and to CO and EF. It was our biggest contract that year. Then Uncle split up, he gave his youngest trainee a task to find 837, and we were the only ones who did not send a young girl with her 2 kg, and they did not get scratched, just gave a little bit, said that he often helps, that for his office a little bit, then for some kindergarten to solve the problem with street slopes and slopes.

Russian superstars complain that they have lost their jobs because of quarantine, and the state does not help them.
And who prevents them from performing in underground crossings?
- On the backdrop of those who are already singing there, they will look like provincial self-activity.

XXX is yes. Now I have the same feelings as after my father told me that Santa doesn’t exist.

YYY: My parents told me this too, the biggest disappointment in my life... And they had to do it on my birthday! I then couldn’t sleep for half a night and looked dullly out the window, hugging my knees... It was probably the worst thirty years in the world.

When I was young, I was terribly afraid to go home alone from the video show after "A Nightmare on Vyazy Street" or "A Rebellion from Hell." I lived then in a new city, among the frozen buildings and the fear added that the city was built on a fresh cemetery.

I usually ran out to the pub where there was this room called a video salon and ran away to the house. If there was no light in the entrance, and this often happened. I wore the whole garden – Mom!!! Open the door! He ran into the entrance and ran down the stairs without stopping.

It’s funny to remember how stupid it all seems.

This is not just for the taste of comrades. No taste as much as you want.

The customer is not always right. The customer is different.

The story happened in my being of a fun sold. In general, I sold a complex technical product in wholesale and retail in the fields of entrepreneurship in the sense that I was the boss of myself, I sold, I bought and even sometimes I loaded the goods in the warehouse. The times were fun, I was so well pumped, carrying equipment of 25-30 kilograms without scratch. At home I was rarely seen. Then I found a “interesting” buyer.

I want to buy this for $15. Is it available?

There are a lot of them, the price is $ 1000 per piece, VAT included.

Do you send it to TC?

“Let’s deliver,” I said, “why not deliver it?

Why is it all so expensive?

I mindfully estimate the cost, the price is really good, the interest rate is 7-8 lower than the market, and also with delivery: - Yes, no, good price. Buy 80 pieces, I’ll drop $20 more, so apologize.

I bought it cheaper in 2008. You have it! Number is recorded. It was 33 thousand rubles.

- Let's import goods, you look at the course for 2008 and now. The price is in dollars one by one, I said proudly.

- Well you are trading in Russia, what does it matter to me that the goods are imported?

I, frankly not understanding whether the guy is cracked or not, scratch the back of the neck: - Well, you have no difference, and the manufacturer of the goods in the United States has a difference. He buys raw materials in dollars, he pays workers in dollars, I buy in dollars, I sell in rubles at the exchange rate, all logically.

- Now the crisis in the courtyard, give a discount. Then went a 15-minute monologue, that he is a client, he means, he says, the client must be appreciated, he already took 6 years ago and will still take, and without the client there is no life. In short, everything was reduced to "I used to take 33 000 rubles and now I want to take 33 000 rubles too. I get a discount now, that’s okay.”

Sorry, we can not. If you give this product for 33,000, I am ready to take it from you for 40,000 right now, and so I get it for 58,000. have agreed? - and I really can't cut the price in the 2nd end, because my net margin is around 7%. There is just nowhere.

No need to hammer. Call your boss and talk about something else.

tk. I am myself the boss, then I just give the phone of the office, although it would just have to send it in three letters. But I’m polite... Naturally, after 2 minutes of calling, the secretary switches to me, from there they complain about me extremely thoroughly for 3 minutes in very different expressions.

I know, you talked to me.

I asked the boss!

Who am I in your opinion?

Most importantly no one?

“No,” I say, “you can call the director, but I hired him myself, so he won’t fool me.

I will take the competitors.

Yes, for the sake of God, take from competitors, all prices in dollars, even in China. I am not deceiving you. Open the website of any distributor in the United States, there the price will be exactly the same. In the dollars.

Okay thank you.

I put on the phone and exhaled. Okay, mostly customers are adequate, and there is a real crisis in the court. The brains flow in people. The most interesting thing for the customer is that almost the entire group of goods supplier I, so came out over the years of building a career. Thus e. I sell the product A, its closest analogue B, the cheaper analogue B, and even have the Chinese very bad variant G, which other than G is real and cannot be named. The sites are different, the phones are different, the girls sit different, but in the end the main is still sold to me. In the company selling the goods, B. stumbled there on a girl with the same logic of dollar prices and after 15 minutes asked the boss, i.e. and me. The secretary redirected him again. At one “allo” he didn’t recognize me. I had to interrupt it at the most interesting.

Is it you again? He burst out.

Well, if we are on you, it’s me again. No call to G.

There is no one else.

What shall I do? We sell the premium segment, we sell the economy and here is the direct Chinese economy. And we sell all the cheaper, actually, that’s why we work.

Then I will complain to FAS. You have set up a monopoly here and the prices are knocking in two ends!

Well, I think only in the FAS on a small business with four positions did not complain.

Do you think he calmed down? No is. He started calling all the partners that take from me for implementation in the regions. And everywhere it was priced from 1100 to 1200 dollars, which is understandable. Requests came from everywhere: from Kaliningrad to Vladivostok. The client did an amazing job over the next two weeks, sincerely believing that someone would sell him the goods in rubles at the 2008 exchange rate. He actually called the whole country (!). I have never seen such perseverance. By that time, our offices had issued about 40 different proposals on forms, issued 15 invoices and separated themselves from most reasonable intermediaries by explaining the situation. The people were betting on whether requests from other countries would come. And yes, we received a couple of requests from Belarus and Kazakhstan. The customer even contacted the representatives of manufacturers in the U.S. and demanded to explain why their distributors sell in Russia, focusing on the dollar, rather than keeping the price in rubles as decent people believe. The capitalists had difficulty answering and even copied their legal department for some reason.

Call in three weeks.

Hi to you, Bambi. Okay, I will buy from you.

and no.

What is not?

You will not buy.

Why is?

And they ended up in the warehouse, I lied, not red. I’m a very patient person, but it even got me. At least 15 is a real deal.

How is it? Why don’t you keep your warehouse?

Hold on, but now it is over.

And when will they be?

without a notion. The dollar is jumping now. We decided not to bring this group yet.

- Well enter the position, I need urgently, I am a repairman, I need to hand over the object.

Well, three thousand dollars.

Why Why?! to

Well, I’ll need to bring these 15 pieces separately now, specifically for you. Did you know that logistics also takes in dollars?

The guy throws the phone, he has a natural hysteria. An hour later, his boss presumably calls and asks with an unobtrusive voice to find out who has offended the courier.

Are you all there? I think, but I am silent, gathering with thoughts. I explain the whole situation from the beginning briefly and thoroughly.

He thinks, he sows, he is silent.

And what to do now? You are destroying the object.

Three weeks the guy was doing shit, and the object is broken down by them, ok.

Do I know what to do now? Your man did not buy at a low price, three weeks tried to the price of 2008 in rubles at a perfectly understandable schedule, and are we to blame?

“Solve the problem,” said the comrade and threw the phone. Okay, I think now the performer will call again, ask for the bill. But no one called me that day.

A call on Monday.

Did I know you won’t solve the problem? The boss asked the comrade again.

In the sense?

Well, we wait until you give us options on how to buy at a low price now. Do you value customers?

- Let's do this: you buy from any of our partners, we don't get cooperation, there is no understanding at all. Let us not torture each other.

Well and great.

A call in a few days.

Your partners don’t give us your price. and settle. They all have $1,100-1200, and you have promised us $1,000. Will you solve the problem or not? The project is burning!

You know what? Go you to the pole and let the bears love you there, I said in a few different expressions.

Do you know who you are talking to?

"With the polarist-homosex, apparently," I put the telephone, added it to the blacklist and asked never to connect with this comrade again.

Then two times came to us some shy as first-time students of LLC, but, having received the price of $ 3,000, withdrew. Eventually the director called me. At that time, I ran and checked which company was there. It turned out that these were small repairers with a turnover of 15 million. There were three stages of decision making. The director asked if I was a hunter or a fisherman. That we need to go hunting together, all discuss that it is not possible to start cooperation like this. I hanged the telephone and thought that the chicken spring had come to all of us, and then I went on holiday for a week. His Nafig is. And the goods were eventually sold to them by our partners for $ 1,300 with a deferral, but they never received the money. What should have been expected. These are the kinds of people, but the normal ones are more.