The acquaintance bought a car and at the time of registration in GAI received fashion numbers - 100. Sold in a week of rooms for 120k and now sells a newly purchased car - wants to take a fresher.

A boy who grew up in a full family will never defeat a blind man in a fight.

In the mid-1980s he worked as a slugsman at the Sunday Chimkombinate.

And when the construction of the Dolphin pool was completed in the city, the party's ruler appealed, apparently, to the management of the enterprise, with a request to allocate workers to help the builders. In order to meet the timing,...

I was sent from our factory EFC-3 as the youngest and least valuable worker, I came there recently after the army, and I was sent to all such locks.

Well, I came to the pool at 8:00 p.m. - the "commanded" from the chemical combination were people of 20 or 30 different ages.
We sit and smoke. No one is going to be especially stressed. The men are bustling...

A master or master comes and asks, “Who knows how to work with a hammer?”
Everyone is silent, I get up, I say, "Before the army I worked at the RMZ, and a couple of days happened there to wall wall walls."
The Master says, “Excellent! Let us go!”

Afterwards, before lunch, these men said to me, “Why did you call? It’s not your shop, you’re still paid here on average – why break up? The day has passed and it’s okay.”
But sitting down or walking was boring to me.
And the hammer liked working - the results are visible, and I need someone all the time.

Of course, I used to sit when there was no work. But it happened that the master would say something to continue for the electricians, let’s say, and here the water suppliers are already resorting, and they are sitting waiting when I am done to help me stretch the hose to their site, and someone else is already in line behind them... That motivated me.

And once on Sunday there was a temporary love, the girl stayed with me until morning, and it was like it was time to work, but I did not want to break up. He sat on a bicycle, went to the building, gave the master a donor certificate for the retreat, and returned to it.

On Tuesday I come to the "Delfine" - there some boss came, and all the engineers-master-probe went to the construction for this man, showing where what was left to do, and at what time. And in the basement he is told that here under the ceiling to put the pipes. He angrily asks, say, why did not do this before, because because of this something there is not done next.
And there were such newly laid-out kinds of thick brick clothes, in which for these pipes you need to cut niches under the ceiling.
He was told that there was no worker on the hammer.
He is also angry, “And now is this worker?”
I go forward, “I’m here...”
He asks, “Will you do it by evening?”
I say, "The forest is already there, fifteen minutes to start the compressor and stretch the hose, and half an hour to cut - the cutting is fresh, what is there..."
He turned and went on with everyone.

And to me the men: “What are you like the Corchagin spider on a narrow lane? I would say - yes, I will do it by evening... Then I would agree with the master that as you do - go home... The hours before 12 would be rested in no hurry, and would arrange a short day..."
I didn’t think of such a crazy thing.

Well, and a few years ago - 30 years later, it turns out - already as a journalist did a report on the capremont of the pool. I went down to this room and looked at the pipes in these niches.

Propaganda does not make people idiots, it is originally intended for them.

I flew from Kaliningrad to Rostov-on-Don, and the flight was Kaliningrad - Minvody - Rostov-on-Don - Kaliningrad. We make a stop in the Minvoods, where we have passengers who need to go to Kaliningrad. There is a dialogue between them about how long to fly and what the weather is there. Here I join the conversation:

There was rain in the morning.

How do you know?

So I fly from there.

How from there? We are flying there!

The stewardess reassured them.

My daughter is 24 years old, pleasant and good communication.

The first meeting. I stand in a conditional place and wait for her. I see, she’s going far away, but with a woman. “Can anyone stand on the road?” I build a plan, how I will riddenly save her and immediately get a chance for a great date.

But as soon as they approached, I heard from the girl the phrase: “Hello, meet this is my mom.”

And after a short pause, this mom asks, “Well, what? Where shall we go?”



Okay, as soon as I got out of the minute stupor, I turned and left.

Praying is a very delicate activity. If you raise the tone, there is a demand. A tear is a tear.

In the distant 2009 year in May I bought the rusted (as it turned out later) astra F. In August I finally gave up the rights and started riding on it. After some time, I became a bit of a bullshit in the most literal sense – I broke up with the girl I lived with before and left nowhere. So, I lived with friends, sometimes at work, a couple of times in the car. My job was travelling. The engine in the car was overtaken for the money given by my older brother, and then I lived in principle on a gas station, which was enough for gasoline and food. There was no shortage of things or apartments. But the machine was rugged. Her exhaust system was broken. Slowly falling apart.

In the spring of 2010, it was no longer very difficult. The bank collapsed. With this sweet sound and a bench wrapped with a wire to some hook under the bottom, I found a car service where the silencers were made. "Kuli us, the Cossacks" I thought and went to the guys. Well, so, without looking at the sides, I walked, went to the reception and proclaimed trouble:
The fool is gone, do something.
The receptionist looked at me. Somehow holding a smile.
And what specifically?
Probably a swallow.
I gladly suggested, remembering that I have 200 rubles "for everything".
Go ahead, let’s see.

I pursue, I think, what a cute boxer, squeezed, posters, guys in clean... "Boys in clean" watched at this time a squeezed astra coming into the box. I looked at something with a smile. Well yes. You know when they look up, but not even offend? I was on the drum too. It is written "repair and tuning of silencers". So I went to the repair. After all, the master went out, the car was picked up. Checked the system...
Tapped with languages. (I had two hands in my hand at that time.) The Master says. In principle, it must be cooked. You say, how much and what do you evaluate yourself? I pretended to think (honestly, I saw the bottom of the car for the second time in my life. The first time I saw Gugul from his dad when he was in school.
Well, I say thoughtfully, rubles for 200 welding will pull. Probably though.
"The guys in the clean" ran a little quietly (the master is next door).
and well. Two hundred was appointed. A hundred rubles for a swing. Guys, you have to swallow.
And yes, I was cooked two hooks to the bench, hanged on rubber hooks and released. For two hundred rubles.
I joyfully paid, promised the MASTER that I would ride to them and dropped down long thinking about his smile al-la-Jokond.

Obviously, I didn’t just mention that the car was rusting. She did it day and night, infection and even on weekends. So I went to that service three times again to cook something. The master had already recognized, greeted the hand, the "children in clean" carefully cooked me a new goffra in the rust remains of my exhaust, digested after some time again from the bunk the hooks worn by welding a steel ring around it. But something did not give me peace when I remembered their sincere smiles. It came one beautiful day.

I came there again with some little “a couple of seams.” Well really. And they all run there in panic, there are no clients and a group of people stands at the only busy boxer with an important look discussing something. Well, here am I, such a rugged, beautiful man, with the innocent simplicity of a clinical idiot through the gate. I drop the car, I go out to the Master, and he meets me, with the words: "Sorry, man, today is not at all..." and then one of the group approaches us and begins to ask me what I came here and what I need. I somehow do not be embarrassed especially say, yes, say, exhausted again, we need to digest a little. He is inspired and says to the Master:
Oh Oh! Let it go, for big plans we just have to remove the welding at different angles!
This car was not in the project.
Who will understand the difference? We will pay!
And the Master is already delighted in my eyes:
Well, you guys are lucky! Go to the second box!
In my words, I said, I didn't have time to say what to do there, he just waved off, said, let's do it. I thought and added that I should "walk" for two hours and "not bother." I have to say goodbye, in two hours we just removed everything. And I... I was made all the new exhaust from the extinguisher to the bank. and free. Because he paid for the television channel that filmed the transmission of the... tuning of exhaust systems in elite cars. This service was just done. by tuning. The exhausts. the system. The elite. of cars.

That’s why I got caught up when I arrived. I was on my astro somehow not interested in what was there and how many stoi passing by. I was busy with others. And I had no questions at all that Porsche was in the neighboring boxing, and behind me in the line was a surprised uncle in Maybach. I had a problem and I solved it at the time. In other words, a deceived deceiver. Or a goof. Or something else. And not the price of iron boxes next to mine.

But, you know, I think, in principle, that’s how professionals should work. If you can help, help. With their help, I did not miss them. And I must have cooked my seams by the students, not the master. But they cooked. In my budget. “Not in the shade of the hat, go to the garage.” They could, they were free, they did.

This is a positive. Do not get sick.

Dmitry Rogozin has a Twitter.
Elon Musk has a Twitter account.
But there is one nuance...

xxx: At 17 years old, one guy was "rejected" by local outsiders, who were constantly knocking money out of him. He was so grateful that he decided to tell me his secret. He had seen the line since childhood. In the paints he described how he looked, red with tail and beards. He told him how he first came to him, how he was waiting for him at home to talk. I remember, at the age of 17, psychiatric I never met nose to nose. A little shaken by what happened I drove home. He always greeted me gently, seeing me on the street, I was afraid to talk. Two years later, he was twisted by the brigade and taken to the asshole. I decided that he almost struck Raskolnikov and his grandmother with his tail.



YYY: And they carry a grandmother, red and with a beard...

One day, I talk to a recipient on WhatsApp. She writes, “We don’t have a number on the tracks, go where the fox is green.”

I asked for 20 minutes and asked where I was.

I’m looking for a green fox, I can’t find it.

She said to me, “Well, you’re unscathed, you need an entrance, where the repair is going.”

As it turns out, she meant construction woods.

Now the head has ceased to be the object of first necessity.

I go away from work on the home computer to squeeze something. Suddenly, there is a notification that the son's cell phone has connected to the computer by bluetooth. “Are you going to school or have you forgotten your phone?” He replied, “I forgot my phone at home.”
So in the evening he is waiting for retribution: for walking, for lying, and especially - for stupidity!

The FSB detained a group of terrorists who prepared the assassination of Vladimir Soloviev.
The detainees have taken an asshole.

If it hadn’t happened half an hour ago, I’d be sure it’t happen.

I am a lover of travelling in Russia.

I went on a trip on May holidays.

Where are you going?

Tour of three cities. for three days. Just for 9 thousand. Entrance tickets to museums, etc. You have to pay separately.

What are the cities?

Stalingrad, Tsaritsyn and Volgograd.



I thought joking.

No, everything is serious.

Taking a step forward often prevents the gap.

Cape of Good Hope is a well-known name, closely related to geographical discoveries, Africa, the Cape colony... in general, each has its associations. For a long time it was associated with the name of Vasco da Gama, even from the geography lessons of 7th grade. However, life is full of surprises, and one day in the book of the remarkable mariner V.V. I read that in the Ryazan province there was a village of Gulynka, where the future vice-admiral V.M. was born. Headlin, commander of the boat "Diana", almost a year (1808-1809) stood near the African Cape of Good Hope surrounded by the English squadron and successfully ran away from them. And the village was later renamed Cape of Good Hope in memory of the desperate breakthrough of Hlavnin.
From the surprise used in the maps – it is true! In the valley of the Moxhi River near the town of Sassovo there is such a village. The desire to see it – the slate of the famous African Cape – was realized one spring at the beginning of the current millennium. My friend and I walked a long way around the village along the highway. Careful houses, stone cellars outside along the street... A geography teacher at the local school, which we looked in search of some landlord, said that the version of Konetsky is wrong, because the village of Gulynki is a completely different village, in a different area of the Ryazan region, and our Mys has nothing to do with it. He told us his version: in the spring, during the flooding, Moxha spilled so much that the portion of the terrace on which the village stands turned into a small temporary head. Immigrants from the neighboring village, who organized the original village here, in the hope of a new good life so called it - Cape of Good Hope.
This was my first surprise from the village – the logic of the villagers was entirely identical to the thoughts of the Portuguese King Juan II in the 15th century, who ordered to rename Cape Burr to Cape of Good Hope, hoping that the new name would not scare off seafarers and they would reach the desired India.
The second surprise was even stronger. Looking at our faces, digesting the first surprise, the teacher cleverly smiled and offered to go fishing. We said we were not preparing for her and we have nothing. The teacher assured us that nothing is necessary and that we will never forget this fishing. Fuck how he was right! After rushing home, he went out in a couple of minutes with some cloth, and we left near the village. Spring, the water level on the pit has just begun to decline, full of flowing lakes. Numerous grounds, laid along the pit, cross these canals, and the canals themselves pass under the roads in conventional concrete pipes of a fairly large diameter. The teacher turned out his clutch, which turned out to be a normal potato bag, approached the water pipes and simply put the bag under the flow of water from the pipe. It was not easy to hold it, the pressure was not weak. Periodically, he pulled out the bag and let water melt out of it. On the other hand, the man gets water in the bag! But 10-15 minutes later he approached us and showed us a quarter of a bag of fish – karashi and okuni! Thus e. The fish is caught with a bag from a pipe. I stumbled down – in the world that I knew until this moment, NO FISH was caught! This is not fishing, it is just gathering fish! The teacher our sight and said that this method didn’t work long, weeks two in the spring and sometimes in the summer and autumn during the floods. But for these two weeks, the locals usually provide themselves for the flight with whaled fish. Half an hour later, he put half a bag of fish in our backpack, thanked us for their interest in geography and left.
I had to travel a lot around the country, to see different ways of catching fish, but so simple and effective – never. And Cape of Good Hope has since been firmly associated with me not with Africa, but with one of our numerous Russian villages, each of which is surprisingly in its own way.

When I have trouble choosing any kind of purchase on AliExpress, I choose the seller that has more buyers from Israel.

I go away from work on the home computer to squeeze something. Suddenly, there is a notification that the son's cell phone has connected to the computer by bluetooth. “Are you going to school or have you forgotten your phone?” He replied, “I forgot my phone at home.”

So in the evening he is waiting for retribution: for walking, for lying, and especially - for stupidity!

When I was young, I spent time with my parents at sea. We went to the local market for a barbecue to drop it under the beer in the evening. My parents came and I went for a walk. After a while in the cottage, the father stretches a towel with fish skins. I quietly took it, threw it out into the urn and went on with my business. A few days later, my father asked me, was the fish delicious? How do I know, you broke it all. How! → I cleaned the half of your towel and put it in your hands!