I watched a dialogue at the store today. Hanurick, one of those who go to the store, asks for money from a passing man:

What do you have money for?

Vladimir Volfovich is reminded.

The man could not refuse.

My brother is 47 years old, 115 kg, 4 million debts, three abandoned children from three different wives, no property, lives in rented apartments, then in the corners of friends. They are looking for debts to banks and for non-payment of alimony. Working in a taxi on a friend's documents. He loves to talk to beautiful, young, successful women. They get angry when they don’t want to be friends. And what are they really? :)

In our collective, it is accepted that the name is placed with a cake.

When I saw another cake, I couldn’t remember who dr had today.

When I met in the hallway with one of my colleagues, I quietly asked him:

Who’s Birthday today?

He whispered quietly in response.

Of course, it was uncomfortable in front of a colleague.

The wise have already divorced so much that if you ask for advice in a popular place, then a fight breaks out for the opportunity to give advice.

The story of "Krasnodar monastery" inspired one of the trips to Crimea.
It was somewhere in 2008-2010, I don't remember exactly.(Oh, a glorious time of peace!)
We moved by car from Brest and directly through Ukraine. With navigators at the time was somehow not very, often misled.
Somewhere near Zhytomyr decided to shorten the road, well, and turned, as it turned out, not there. The road was first asphalted, then smoothly moved into the gravian, and the terrain became more and more deaf... Then we were in the forest, and this forest became more and more drizzle and drizzle. It seemed that the dew branches would soon climb over the car.
However, we did not want to go back, on the contrary, it was interesting where it would take us.
Here on the very edge of the forest on the road appeared an old woman with a claw. Just like in the fairy tale, there was only a bump on the fucking legs! The old lady said nothing, only flegmatically guided us by the gaze.
The forest retreated, and a real Ukrainian village opened to our eyes. Alive, without signs of desolation and some sort of hopelessness, which is not counted in the Russian depths.
It was all there: and picturesque houses with white walls and painted windows, and a herd of cows, very impressive, relentlessly moving along the main street to the midday bar. Next to the club was the youth, there was a day off, so the evening was dancing. There was the most beautiful lake.
How good it was there! It’s hard to describe, it needs to be felt...some kind of tranquility. It seemed that it was here when Gogol wrote his "Evenings on the Houthor near Dykanka".
And somehow quite naturally came to my mind the thought: “Maybe we’ll stay here? At least for a day. The sea will wait.”
We stayed in this village, rested, walked, and further on the way.Again, we wanted to travel around Zhytomyr, but it turned out that we travelled through the whole city, and in the center there was some celebration, a orchestra played. Such a dress-up and celebration remained in the memory of Zhytomyr.
And then there were fields, endless yellow-optimistic fields of sunflower, spaces, steppes. We arrived in Crimea and rested. There were friendly and hospitable people everywhere.
To discover the country, it is not necessary to go to the capital or to some open resort. It is there, in the depths, in the village her soul, it is there she is real.There the Ukrainian village near Zhytomyr I remembered for my whole life.And I know, I feel, in Ukraine it is good! It was...
I hope, and will...

One day you will find in the pocket of an old jacket a dirty one-time mask. And you will smile nostalgically while repairing the armor.

In the political circus, clowns are not funny, but evil.

Sometimes giving someone a second chance is like giving a second bullet to someone who didn’t hit you the first time because he missed it.

I never thought I would live through those times when the bandit 90s will be remembered as calm and careless times.

In the mid-1990s, the training geological practice ended after 2 courses in Crimea. There are no expeditions, there are no specialties for the season. Therefore, after the practice, I was going to go to Transbaykalya myself, walk the mountains and gain geological experience. Of the equipment – a self-sewed waterproof bedroom, boiler and backpack, which I was sewing in the train. To protect against bears, he took care of purchasing pepper cloves at the station in Simferopol. They were written "From Dogs", so I took two (bears bigger than dogs) to guarantee :)
With a transplant in 5 days arrived at the village of Old Chara on Bame. I don't know anyone in the village, I walk in the street. and none. at all. Even dogs don’t chew. There is no light in the houses, only some windows light blue. It’s getting dark, it’s scary a little – where are the people? He discovered an old two-story building with the inscription "Udokan Expedition", on the second floor the window is yellow. Once the expedition, the geologists, their own, and most importantly, thank God, people have found! I go up. Some of the cabinets are empty, no doors, windows are broken, the only island of life is in the office where the light burns. I go in. A large room, in which three men sit, around samples on the tables, maps, some old reports...In short, the working environment. Men look at me, who are you and what do you need? I say that a student who came to self-fighting practice, that I want to get there and there, don't tell me where I can stop for a couple of days while I buy products, etc.? The men have eyes for five kopecks - the student came to practice himself?! At the time, it was like the appearance of an alien. We made tea, we sat down, we talked. Andrei, Gene and another (I do not remember the name). To begin with, I found out why the village was extinct: it turns out, on the television show the series "The rich also cry", so everyone on the TV. I got a little off the heart, or I thought someone got into the zombies. Quite quickly the conversation approached the protection from bears. I don’t have weapons, I say, but I have two pepper bugs! You are tired, student! Show me! I get both. They are 5 centimeters long, in the form of a cylinder. They look funny, of course... The geologists have seen them, they have lost their minds, they are stunned, they show with their fingers and they cannot say anything – say, this is, against the bears?!! The boy is tired! It is not enough to put them in the cottage! I was upset and I took one...
I came to myself, lying on the door in the hallway, outside the office. Andrei walks up and moves quietly. The air is like a fire, the eyes can’t see anything, from the office in general, some whispers are heard. They slipped with Andrew to the sides, at least he brought to the crane with water, somewhat washed his face and skin. It wasn’t much better, but I see something. They entered the room, opened the windows, aired. The rest washed and we sat down. The general feeling: “Your mother, what was it?” No one can understand how from such a tiny spark such a flash effect. “Let the composition look.” I pulled Gene the second guy. The font is small, the lighting is not very... He stretches to the table behind the glasses, clings to his own button with a cloth loop... The door to the office was no longer there, so I flew further and suffered less. Around the table is heard the roar of three bears, who at the same time strike at me, on the bats, on the students in general, on Genoa and just from the excess of pepper in the air... The operation to despoil the territory is repeated. We drink tea. On the tables the documents do not take, everything in pepper dust, the men cheer that for the first time such an unconventional occasion not to work, and to leave home earlier. General conclusion: from bears - elegant protection, the main thing is to get closer and not get done! I sit sad: “Men, but now I have nothing at all, we put all my defense on us.” They looked around: nothing, we’ll come up with something...
So I had blood in the village, detailed information on how to get where I wanted, some foods... As an anti-bearman, Andrei gave me his small-caliber rifle for the season: “Confronted with your guys, this is, of course, nothing, but you can at least shoot!”
I used a little bit, but that’s another story. I have had a great respect for pepper protection since then, which has been repeatedly reinforced in practice. And most importantly – I have longined good relations with the men, and they did not call us otherwise than “pearl brothers”.

In this difficult time, only corruption continues to work like a clock.

I remember bringing my three-year-old son to kindergarten for the first time. The teacher meets the child:

I am a teacher, my name is Olga Ivanovna. Her name is Claudia Timofeevna. What is your name?

The son thought for a moment and then said:

by Viktor Nikolaevich.

The husband considered Tanya the guardian of the family's fireplace, until he learned that her fire was wrecked by two others.

Most of all, you are hated by people who say they value your opinion.

In the kindergarten, children were handed out paper pieces of frog figures and asked to paint. In the evening, when I came to take my son, the teacher came out to me and directly tragically told me that I would have to deal with him, or he doesn’t even know that the frog is green. And she showed Timich's painted figure - black, with red dots. During this conversation, the son quietly stood next to him, then couldn't stand, "Mommy, this is a red-abdominal jellyfish, how can it be green?“”

As far as I can remember, there are difficult times in this country.
When will the simple times come?! to

xxx: I was once invited to the company, and they were hit to tears under the "Texas Massacre by Gasoline". Since then I have noticed how different people are.



Yyy: The company was probably all of Peter’s.



xxx: Yes😂 but it wasn’t the Peter’s mainstream yet.

I watched with my son Kolay (6 years old) the film "Karate-patsan". Cole always calls the main character a girl - he is confused by Jaden Smith's long hairstyle.

I: I also have long hair, but you recognize a man in me.

I recognize you on your cheeks and beard.

I: Well, if I’m joking, then you don’t admit?

I’ll admit to the other hair. in the hands. And in the nose.

Thank you son.

When I was 15, I had friends who were four years older than me. And as a boy I was grown up, a sportsman – nothing different from them (in terms of appearance).

As - then once we went to visit girls, and I got a couple of girls of their years. So we rest, we drink wine, I tell stories differently - and the girl will fit, and the edak, and the straw in her eye should be looked at and the shirt repaired...

In short, we went to accompany the ladies.

I, leading the lady to the cottage, stand, say goodbye, and she asks me: what is the biggest car you know?

I’m wow, Belaz, 40 tons, wheels from home!

This is the brake of this white! and left...

When I told my friends about this, I didn’t understand what happened.

xxx: What does a tattoo on your penis mean in the form of a dot? What, juro, wait, the member will stand up and the point will turn into a detailed map of the Tver region



Yyy: Fubla, why do you show your member to Yura?



XXX is bro. Bro is fucking.



YYY : STOP Do you really think it is better?