So you sit in front of the TV, listen to the monotonous bull of scabies, acid and salvia alternating each other about continuous successes and victories, a bright future, and suddenly you will remember that the cosmonautics is run by a journalist, a oilwoman - a philologist, an aircraft manufacturer - a music producer, a helicopter - a furniture merchant and... so the warmth in the soul will become, that at least the...

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. There is a message in the chat:

Can we let the kids play a little?

I read the text of the International. What a modern song!

When a house burns, the instinct forces a woman to save what is most precious to her. A married woman rushes to the child, the unmarried woman takes a box with jewelry. Now I understand that for our lady in the house there is nothing more precious than what we are looking for. She saved just that.
Arthur Conan Doyle. Notes about Sherlock Holmes. The Scandal in Bohemia.

Dear Sir Arthur! I am madly sorry, but today the great deductive method of Sherlock Holmes has failed at our Trade Center.
We are a nice couple, dressed well (this is to understand the situation).
We climb the escalator. In front of us, everything is expensive and rich. The lady is talking on the phone. With her, a girl in a fashionable coat, three years old, which is not enough attention. He doesn’t even hold a pen.
Before leaving the ladder, the little girl fell down the stairs! The woman sees it and... He continues to talk on the phone.
The girl was frightened and struck.
We throw out the bags, the husband first catches up the child and we all get out safely. How are you? where is it hurt?
The woman turns and cries at us in the whole throat:
Don’t take my daughter for clothes, she’s very expensive!!!! to
Within a minute, we realize what is most expensive for her.

Traffic in the Suez Canal. Now again traveling, bread and eggs.

Today, young girls often go into prostitutes: beautiful - into elite, ugly - into political.

Director of the film "Twenty Days Without War" Alexei Herman recalled how during a short break at the shootings Yuri Nikulin sat down to rest in the sun, putting him his face. At that time he did not resemble a clown or a folk artist. He was a real soldier.

"He even had some soldier dignity: he said, I will bring you tea, and I will take off the boots, but I will never hole. In the years of the Great Patriotic War, the simple soldier was very respected, there was some independence in them. She was in Yuria Vladimirovich,” Herman recalled.

According to the director, picking in the frame with Nikulin other actors who played soldiers was difficult, because they looked fake. Because they are false and he is real. Here is the whole magic.

"He played great roles before Twenty Days Without War, but other. And here he played the intellectual who he was really. He talked to the frontmen in a language they understood. Yuri Vladimirovich has never had an acting circle, by which an experienced actor will always be distinguished in the crowd. It was real, even in the cinema. And in life," the director told the magazine "The Art of Cinema".

The filming took place in Tashkent. The first secretary of the Central Committee of the CPSU of the Uzbek SSR was Sharaf Rashidov. There was an agreement that there would be a reception. The event will be attended by the author of the literary basis of the film Konstantin Simonov, Rashidov himself, as well as several members of the filming group headed by Alexei Yuryevich Herman. There was Nicole, who had a goal.

Alexey Herman recalls her as follows: "Rashidov knew my father, so we were in talks on material support for the film. For me it was extremely important. Nikulin in Tashkent met some old clown who needed an apartment. He made me such a scam. I am talking about wagons, about railway structures, about the need to block the tram ring, about the placement of the group. Nicole is about a clown who needs an apartment. I gave him the whole leg. When they came out, I said to him, “Yuri Vladimirovich, well, a clown clown, it’s your business, but here the whole operation is done: calls, drinks. And he replied to me, "You, Lesha, and Simonov will get everything for the painting, I have no doubt about this, and no one will give this clown an apartment."

Did Putin really go out?
Has he lied once?

It was more than 30 years ago. My husband and I are 15 years old. We argued with him. I don’t remember the subject of the dispute over the years, but the loser had to buy condoms. And considering our proletarian-pioneering upbringing and the fact that the Soviet Union was still alive, it was strenuous, mother, do not burn! In the end I lost. Sascha and I went to the pharmacy, he stopped at the door, I went to the box office. I gathered all the will in the fist, made a poher-face and I said to the pharmacist:

A pack of condoms, please.

She drove her eyebrows, shrugged, but sold condoms. I took them, turned around and went to Sansa and gave them:

Keep your condoms!

And went out...

Then I jumped out Sanya pointed like a tomato!

Now we remember and grind! 😁😁 😁

Who has status in social networks: "hard to find and easy to lose", in most cases, easily accessible and difficult to lose.

It was 15 years ago, when cell phones and the Internet already existed, but separately, and have not yet captured our consciousness altogether.

Manhattan, offices for the sale of either shares, or insurance, or advice on where to invest money. That is, the product may be profitable, but not the first necessity. One fat customer can make a monthly profit, but finding such a customer is not easy, and missing is easier. On Monday morning, a well-dressed 30-year-old man comes into the office. Secretary Anetchka asks him to wait and runs into the back room to call the boss:
Will you appear soon? The client came.
What a devil? I just woke up. He should come in two hours.
He says you appointed him for nine.
Well yes. I changed the clock yesterday. Nine in a new way is ten in an old way, in two hours.
They were not transferred there. Nine in the new way is eight in the old way, in five minutes. He is already here.
I am an old bull! We sit here together with our wife, we don’t watch TV, all the clocks turned in the wrong direction. I’m leaving now, but it’s an hour and a half. He will go. This is a fat karas, such a fat karas, I will not find a second such another year. And punctual, the dog. Annie is cute! Do what you want, even if you show him a striptease, even if it passes, do it, but let him wait for me. I will not forget the century, the prize will be issued in two salaries. No at three.

Annette returns to the reception room, but does not know how to carry out the mission assigned to her. The client drinks coffee, tries to engage in conversations, but he answers unambiguously, looks at the clock more and more often and soon stands up.

Do not leave, please! The boss is about to be, says Anetchka supplicantly and stirs the button on the blouse in excitement.
Are you hot? The client asked ridiculously. Well, that is probably an argument. I have 15 minutes left. Continue to.

Annette slowly stretches her blouse and feverishly thinks what to do next. Buttons at this rate will be enough for five minutes. Five more clients will admire her breasts in the underwear, you can still take off the socks, and then? Before the arrival of the boss so not to stand, but to take off the shirt or shirt, especially to give on the desk she is not ready for any carpets.

I can’t do that, says Annika.
What are you offering?
Somehow not so straight. to play.
Dress up poker? can be. Are there maps?
No is...
Then I went.
Stand on! Will the cubes come?
The game bones? It will come, Tatsuya.

Annette brings a beautifully embedded box with nards. The chef is from Samarkand, he has such souvenirs full office.
There are cubes inside.
Shesh beesh? The client asks interested. I have not played for a hundred years. You can?
and a little. The boss taught us, sometimes we play when there are no visitors.
Short for your cough.
And if I win, I’ll stick all the buttons back.
You will not win. Sheesh-Besh is a men’s game, here you need to have an analytical mind. and disperse.

After an hour and a half in the reception room rushes a smiled chef, who got on the way into a traffic jamming and collected all the fines from automatic road cameras. The client and the secretary, red, but fully dressed, gamblingly throw the cubes and move the squats.
“Sorry for the delay,” the boss said. Go to the office and I will tell you.
Do not interfere! The client in the fire does not notice that he has moved not only to you, but to a completely different vocabulary. Be a friend, endure five minutes. This rally leads at 8:7, I have to show her who is the master in the house.

Annette received not only a prize, but also an invitation from a client. Beautiful girls with an analytical mind on the road do not fall.

United Russia, the Governor, the Prison
United Russia, the Governor, the Prison
It can immediately be planted as he came to join United Russia.

In my family, all women were craftsmen. The grandmother shaved her five children, her aunt's clothes were in quality unlike those made on a cloth, and the grandmother, having graduated from the Textile Institute, taught in the technical school clothing modeling and even wrote a textile textile textile textile textile textile textile textile textile textile textile textile textile textile textile textile textile textile textile textile textile textile textile textiles. And of course, they all wanted, like good fairies, to reward their favorite (i.e. me) with this gift of handicraft. I think I had a genetic failure. How I hated putting socks on a spoonful and sewing collars to school uniforms! The crosses on the heels lay curved, the sewn buttons flew off the same day, and the sewing machine probably wanted to get out of the window every time I approached it.

The grandmothers said, “Nobody will marry you, such an inconvenience!!!” But, strangely enough, I got married quite early, and still here; apparently, other scales overwhelmed...

But once in my life I was ashamed of my handshake. The little son was given a tail in the Aikido club, and she had to be tailed to the belt, which I did, scattering all the fingers.

Back the next day from training, the son said:

The coach asked, “Who has so terribly wronged the squid?” My mother did not betray you. He said himself.

How much does not pay the treasury, and everything will go into the hands of the thieves.

The RS. The law of communicating vessels.

And again Toronto.
Namedny hanged himself in the garage and put a pair of wall clocks in the basement. Round, large, with clear numbers, a bright second arrow, and a super battery for 2 years. New in packaging. And shamelessly.

It was given to me by a friend who worked at the school. There is a replacement of all the watches with digital, and all the stocks of analogue are simply distributed. He caught half a dozen.
The reason for the replacement is the numerous complaints of students that they do not understand the time on the arrows.
Fuck them, it is difficult.

You may think of me as old-fashioned, but I love women without a penis.

Not so often I get called by fraudsters, pretending to be the security service of the bank, but a couple of times it was true. Usually I always confirm all the transfers that were allegedly made from my card, after which they are backward. Threatened with money laundering.  But today I decided to listen to what they are broadcasting next if the people deny everything.

The start was standard, he greeted, presented himself and stated that they were trying to remove the pencil from your card. I did not confirm the operation, the man was excited. Later, I was told that the translation was also attempted, I also denied it. And there was Ostapa.

I was told that a bad person, or maybe a group of people, was sitting in their bank’s office, and they were so bad at wanting to deprive me of the money I had earned. And that because of all these attempts to take my blood and then the mined funds, they (the security officers of the bank) blocked all the data about my accounts and amounts on them. But there is salvation, attention, a personal account opened to me by the Central Bank, at the moment I opened an account in their bank. I clarified if I know what a personal account is, and if I understand everything. I heard that I understand everything. His narrative was not quite consistent, well, from excitement and anticipation, a person can break away from the usual scheme.

Furthermore, he began to be interested in whether any operations were carried out in the last day on the card, for what amount, and he himself offered me several options to choose from: purchase in-net, transfer, payment of goods in the store. Confirmed purchase on 183.(the amount from the head) in the store, and decided to clarify again, but does he not see it in his program. I was answered with a somewhat annoyed voice, what I told you, we were blocked data on your cards and accounts, because they were scammers! Okay, why be so nervous. And a new question, and what remains on the map. When I got the answer that 24000, I was excited again. With all my answers about the amounts, he actively clicked on the keyboard and commented that he entered the data into the program. And then he asked his last question, I was already tired of this verbal diarrhea at that moment, and I needed to work. I was asked which cards I had and which banks. To this I replied that if you hire people, then do it at least competently, no SB will ask about it. After that phrase he broke up. He spoke so loudly that I had to remove the phone from my ear. I put the cable. But!  Maybe the day he didn’t get, maybe I wasn’t the first to send him, I don’t know. He called me back, from another number, continued to scream that he hired people, hired people, hired people, hired people, hired people. I put the telephone again. There was a third call and again from another number, a man was bombarded. Without holding back my laughter, I asked him, does he have anything else to do besides what I should name? Matt continued, insults too and again I put the phone. The fourth time I was called already from the mobile phone, the phone I did not take, but I left a voice message. I listened to him, but maybe someone understood him and said that the voice was already stuck, maybe he was already calmed, except for the sounds of their call center there was nothing. But this hysteria impressed me today. Psyche is great.

From the video discussion

XXX: Good maid, only her hands pulled, and she is already jumping out of her trousers.

YYY: They really exist.

Zzzz: There are a lot of them, some of them even me.

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Everyone cannot be bad. There will always be someone who will be good from what is bad to everyone.

Nikolai Rybnikov loved to play chess, was a passionate and temperamental player, rejoiced over victories and painfully experienced defeats.
Sometimes the famous chess players Boris Spassky or Efim Geller visited him, and then he offered them to play another game. And of course I lost.
One evening, Ephim Geller looked at Rybnikov, and that Boris Spassky would not come, say, he left for the next competition.
And then Rybnikov had a false plan - he offered to play with the missing Spassky on the phone. Apparently he plays himself, but in fact all his moves will be done by Heller. This is a phone joke with the hope of nothing with the world champion.
I called Spassky and the game started. Fishermen made the moves suggested by Heller, and suggested by silent gestures - so that the enemy at the end of the telephone line did not hear the voice of the secret counselor.
Ten minutes later, Spassky thought about it and then said:
“Cola, give the phone to Efim!

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