If on the packaging of products you can not immediately find the weight or volume, then there the smallest font is written 0.9 l or 480 g.

What is interesting is that when you tell without jewelry no one believes.

In general, from the life of bank borrowers.

My dear friend from the past, Misha, came to me. Misha retired and swallowed, and as long as he was making a pension and swallowing (and eating, chaushing) it was not for anything - the hell he dragged to take a loan from one Pidar bank with a green such a logo. Since his pension was exactly the amount of payment on the credit and was transferred to the same bank - then Misha did not see it, and lived on the principle - that for a month spent from the card, then the pension covered. The debt from this was not very closed, so starting to do nonsense Misha did them continued - and went to the bank type to restructure the loan, and came out of it with another loan under 28% annual. And the pension of Mishina ceased to be enough to cover the debt, or rather, it would be enough if he did not eat or drink. And drinks, you know, today are not cheap at all, even the worst quality of the most frozen discounters.

This is the prelude. And now he had a very puzzled idea - to borrow money from me, I have it, I'm riding a beautiful car and I can afford to buy Misha's products and buchla, that is, materially assured.

Alcoholics generally believe that a thought that appeared to them to be puzzled is immediately implemented and is not subject to discussion or criticism. So Misha swelled up, called me for a serious conversation and asked for a thousand to 300. Maybe even 400. Loans are yes.
You should never have money affairs with friends. You will remain without money and without friends, you can definitely help, but borrowing and borrowing is a bad sign, without a friend you will remain.
So I slightly cooled up Mishin Pyl with an offer to introduce me to the course of the matter.
Well, I listened to the typical story of a typical loophole - how I wanted money and got them and now he knows how to give, but if I "give", he will cover that loan and then slowly calculate with me.
Oh, I said, is it asphalt? Specifically, you do not count. Moreover, the idiotic thoughts went to take debt in currency (never take, give back times more problematic, the currency grows without any interest).
Hearing Misha said, OK, give me a week to think about your deeds, I will come up with something.
Exactly a week passed. I managed to develop the option of covering the debt by exchanging Mishina's house for less spacious housing (a small debt, in principle, moving to a less chic area of the city would close the topic completely, he would hide where to go). At the same time, he consulted about his employment - the employee is himself, but there are places where it is not important - pay there is also not important, but there is nothing to do there, such as a security guard or a dispatcher).
Well, I have prepared the most radical, reliable and cost-free way - to send the bank to the fox. Just stop paying, get the bank an executive letter and file for bankruptcy. All the organizational work was ready to take over, Misha only needed to follow my instructions. Experience I have and successfully pulled out from the debtors and debtors. And about this thief’s laundry, I was sent a whole dossier with instructions for the thieves and examples of decisions on their claims. There were hopes.
Misha called himself. Already all so purposeful, in the planned receipt of money, he didn't even listen to that from his no-going position there is a bunch of exits, not involving meaningless waste of my money. Moreover, without giving, what will you take from an alcoholic? The housing? And how did he not intend to go into such abominations as receipts, trials, the expectation of Mishina's death, suspicions and the like, shit for his own money. Friends are still more valuable, the more ancient, there is something to remember, there is something to help. But not throwing out a pack of money unnecessarily.
However, Misha laid it all down on the shelves by herself. He is not interested in my fiction, he is only interested in money. I asked for a week and he gave it to me. Where is the promised? Where is the fucking money? You, shit, friend or who?
In other words, I didn’t even swallow. It’s a matter of life, I’ve seen every kind of shit, but again and again I see what alkas has in the brains. It fucking. What is the execution of the instructions here, what are the schemes and options here - I have already, not even having split up with the money, jumped into the cock. For Misha needs money, for Misha's ideas are the top of wisdom, compared to my nonsense, Misha's to settle with a faint bank is more important than to think of it to do it at all, and why is this banquet at my expense?
In general, I did not listen to him. I switched off and blocked the number. When he did not call and made a hysteria in the wasap, he did the same thing there.
Another friend remained in my memory, yet it was more pleasant for me to see him young and promising than sleepy and fucking. Over the years, he was not the first.

And recently came from him the SMS – “Sorry, I was wrong.”

And here's what to do - there's a zigzag what - whatever you do - it's all fucking. And I do not want to communicate and do not communicate - a person will disappear.
It is already gone, chess. I do not communicate with such.
Do not binge, do not borrow from friends. Keep the friendship.

But remember, after the wedding, all her “Oh, you’re so fun” will turn into “Don’t shame me on people, clown.”

A friend of mine told me a story she remembered for a long time. She came somehow to the barber, sat down in a chair and explained to the master how to cut her. Where more to leave, where less, at what level to cut the brick. Even the photo on the smartphone showed what kind of hair she wanted. The master listened to her for a long time, did not interrupt, and when the woman finished her monologue, she said: "Remember the woman, you can want any hairstyle, and the master cuts as she can!“”

By raising the retirement age, the government just wants to push your old age off.

When my acquaintance got out of a coma in which he was for 40 days, he was transferred to the general room from the resuscitation. His doctor comes, asks various questions, what is the year, name, surname and so on. He always answers correctly. The last question was this:
What color are the walls in the room?
“Green,” my companion replied.
is wrong. The salad. Your color sensation is disrupted. I need treatment, the doctor said.
You are a salad! There is no such color. This is a shadow.

- Vladimir Vladimirovich, and why did you first say that the retirement age will not be raised, and then raised?
The first word was eaten by a cow.

Like when I was walking under the table, I was about 5 - 6 years old, I really wanted one toy, the toy was expensive and I did not rush to buy it accordingly. And here in one of the evenings, when I again завël my charm, on the topic, what can we buy vsë so, my father, so that I don't distract him took the first thing that got under his hand, and it was a cubic rubik and said: - go here, collectësh, then we'll talk. Before that I never managed to collect it, but in exactly 10 minutes, I printed a Rubik Cube collected with my dad. My father struck out the newspaper from surprise, my mom looked and said, well, the wanderkind grew, it would be a genius and only I stood and thought that we got a ruby cube with glued squares that are so easy to glue, not painted with paint like in a kindergarten.

As a result of course moë cleaning was quite quickly uncovered, but for the clever toy I got.

A correct school history textbook is a weapon far more powerful than a hord of generosely paid propagandists.

Operation "Belucha": how in the USSR saved 2,000 whales for music.

At the end of December 1984, in the area of the island of Itigran in the north-west of the Bering Sea, a huge cluster of 2 thousand whiteheads fell into a western formed by crumbling ice. In one place gathered almost all the individuals who lived on the eastern coast of Chukotka. Attracted by the chase, the beasts found themselves in the shallow water, in the ice trap. They gathered in two small pebbles, were suffocated and starved.
First aid to the disaster sufferers were provided by the workers of the local Soviet farm "Zora of Communism". For many weeks, fishermen and hunters expanded the straw so that it did not freeze, carried the snow on tractors and fed the animals with ice cream fish.
Thanks to the dedication of the people who helped the whales even in the purge and frost, the animals lasted until February 1985, when the icebreaker "Moscow" came to the Strait of Senyavin from the Anadyr Bay. To get there, the crew developed the maximum speed possible.
At first, the icebreaker simply cut through large "bassins", where the whales were able to rest and recover. The beasts were fed and made alive, and began to play and whisper again. However, large pelynia would sooner or later be stretched by ice, so this stage was only intermediate. The main difficulty was to force the whale to sail behind a huge noisy ship, breaking their way to the water with diluted ice.
Many ways were tried, but they absolutely did not want to sail behind the "threatening" ship.
White whales were still threatened with death, but they remained there. "And then we remembered that these Arctic dolphins react very sensitively to music, - said the captain of "Moscow" Anatoly Kovalenko. - It is not in vain that they are called sea canaries because of the sound signals they emit, communicating with each other. We brought the dynamics on the deck and included a recording with the songs of Alla Pugacheva. The icebreaker moved along the canal in small turns, and the whales pulled after him.
The Chukotka whale population was preserved.
So in 1985, 2,000 Chukotka whales were able to escape from ice captivity only thanks to the recording of Ally Pugacheva.

Scientists have discovered a new strain of coronavirus - Russian.
It is dangerous during opposition rallies and absolutely harmless when voting for the constitution.
And during the parade on May 9, even a little useful.

When I was a kid, I loved candy. I could only eat them, according to my grandfather. One day, he decided to see how much his aunt and her five-year-old health could have. I went to the store and bought a chocolate bag. The candy was then called Kazbek. He sat his aunt at the dinner table, put a bag in front of her and said, eat a little girl. Aunt Ludda ate half a sack, walked around, came and ate the remains. In the evening, grandfather grabbed lilies from his grandmother and no longer experimented with food.

Once they sat on a Saturday afternoon family and talked about nothing and my mom remembered something about how she taught my older brother out of greed. I didn’t remember it because my brother was eight years older than me, and I... say five. And here my mom bought a cake, and in the times of the USSR such purchases were not done every day. She cut off us a piece and removed the rest from the table and from sin away to the refrigerator. As I moved away, my brother snatched both pieces. I understood the matter, and my mother taught him for greed, forcing him to eat the whole cake! Two kilograms of anything to eat is quite difficult, and oil cake is too much. The outcome, you know, was predictably obvious.



Here we sit, remember, laugh, people are adults already, I am about 30, my brother under forty already. He said, “You’d punish me like that now, Mom! My mom went to the store and brought a big cake!!! I said eat!

The brother poured a large cup of tea, and took a bigger bead, soup. I sat in front of the TV and put the whole cake in one bowl in 20 minutes!



In general, we had fun, we talked and all seemed to be okay, but only one thought turned in my head all night afterwards, and how crazy, when I was a child, I didn't get the cake again today!

It was in the famous Siberian city of Tomsk. I was working at the time on a petrochemical combination and got to work on a service bus that was running on schedule and at my stop was about 7 a.m.

I go out, I go out and I go to the stop, February, butterfly... Music in the headphones. I sneak on the snow, very hard... I had to go through the courtyard and get out on the road.

Here, by the edge of my eyes, I notice that a man stands at the corner of a cartilage, clothed on a wall and stands. Peace is worth it. I passed by and thought, "Well and Lujuji, they wave until morning and then can't get home without breathing, alkasha"... I go on. Then the picture comes to his head - his legs, their necklace so filled with snow, on the ankle exactly. “It probably has been around for a long time,” I thought. I turned and went to him with a quick step, I approached and said:

Why are you standing here at 6:45 in the morning? You have all your legs snowy!

He replied, “Son, take me home, I’m lost, I’m blind.”

Give me your hand, what address?

- The address is such (neighborhood house, it did not reach literally 50 meters).

He gives me a hand and she’s just ice. It was so cold that I had something in my throat and it was hard to talk. We went with him by the hand. I asked why it turned out that he was blind, at this time in the street frozen, lost. He will answer that when his wife died he almost immediately became blind and yesterday they had a anniversary and he went to church but on the way back lost and went home all night! They have children, but they do not visit him. We reached the entrance, he got the keys, I knocked on the home phone, entered the entrance. He asked me to put my hand on the staircase, thanked and said that he was already on his own. I ran to the stop and got on the bus, that day, from the windshield, he arrived later than usual...

How many times have I tried to go where my eyes can look? Every time I was in the refrigerator.

The Baptist has a birthday. Seven or six year old friends came to visit. Kids have fun under supervision.
Adults are sitting in the neighboring room at a separate table - already well greeted, relaxed, quietly talking. I stick in the phone.
Suddenly runs a man named with a clutch of Spider-Man, Hulk...
He addresses me:
Who was your favorite hero in the first class?
I didn’t get off the phone:
In the first class? Pioneer hero Marat Kazay.
The boy runs away. I raise my eyes at my friends:
What are you riding?

The American drone that flew over the Russian military base has returned with the Yandex.Browser installed.

Yesterday in a shared company I met a friend, with whom I rarely see (and I absolutely do not regret it), and I had about the following dialogue with him:

I: How about myself, what is new?

Damn, I’ve been deprived of my right.

For the blue?

A: No, leave the place of the accident.

I: Oh, and you left the place of the accident?

Q: I was drunk.

I am easily offended. It will be hard to forgive later.

The child online engaged in chess, passed theory, practiced and today in their group were the first tournaments between themselves. Sitting next to the child, the program is new to help if anything. I see, the partner does not play as a child, not for 5 years. Go on, my son, I say.
We sit down, we cut it all, son canyut, I move it away. Here in the chat comes a message: - Can we let the kids play a little?