A lot of bookies. and nostalgic. Thanks to the first coach.

In the distant Soviet childhood, there were no computers and playstiles. There were small joys. For example, playing hockey in the yard all day long. Because cold -46 and on the radio announced that you can not go to school. But it is already a classic. But the case that happened to me personally was a bit untypical.

We had a station of young technicians in the city. And among other aviation modelers and cartoonists there was a sailing section in this SUT. This sailing section was led by a very peculiar and interesting man. Not a teacher, but a fan of his work. The artist, by the way, is not bad. In a word, the coach. Not even the coach.

Once upon a time, all the hot summer, we and the boys under his guidance spent the days flying the old yacht he bought in the neighboring town for...Tadam-s! Two bottles of vodka. And another four bottles he had spent on delivering this old coriet to our town on the shore. When we were finally able to finish the repair by August 31, we all joined together:
“What about the journey? We dreamed of going on a trip with her. Tomorrow is September 1st!!

But the coach reassured us – ahead of the weekend. We can go on a journey. To the nearest neighborhood and back.
Only fate has made its adjustments. On the first night of the expedition, while our yacht was standing in a closed cozy pool, there was a good storm. Swimming in the open water on an old yacht would be suicide. We spent a few days admiring the great waves outside of the watershed and eating a giant tasty blueberry, to which no one’s greedy legs had reached that year except ours. And, after the storm ceased, we did not return to our town, but continued the march on the planned route. Upon arrival in the neighboring town, Trainer, leaving us to guard the yacht, ran on the bus into his hometown. There walked around all the parents and honestly grabbed from them on the full program. He also had to go through our schools and write explanations. And also listen to your address from professional and "professional" teachers everything they think about him.

In general, he had the moral right after that to “build” us at his discretion. No one dared to kick. Only the swollen faces of some classmates who were astonished stood after the unspeakable phrase: "Why did I not go to school? Yes, so... We stopped on the yacht with the Coach – I had to sit for a few days in the bay until it was silent”... At 9-10 years it was expensive.

Sometimes the coach is very tough. At his six-story mates, we eventually even stopped responding. And I cut it regularly, anyway. Therefore, in the case of special knockouts, the Coach put us in order and "prescribed" to each of us a smash in the chest. My boys and I said “in the soul.” Interestingly, none of us even came to complain. Parents, or somewhere else. They deserved – they received. Everything is logical.

Once upon a time, during another such writing "in the soul", one of our boys, who stood in the middle of the shelf, asked:
by Immerek Immerekovich. Couldn’t it be in my heart, but in my stomach?
M-M... Why is that so?
I have the press!! to
The coach and I all laughed. The coach was cold. The “report” has stopped. I stood at the end of the row - and I was swallowed that time...

A few years. The boys in the section were getting a year older than me. And after their eighth grade friends went to the neighboring city to go on a seawalk. I had another eighth grade ahead, after which I wrapped Peter in the physical school. There were summer holidays. There was silence in the yacht club. The local combination bought several cabin yachts. Tourism and racing. Employees of the combination were chosen to march or pursue only on weekends. They took me too, of course. In particular, because I was the most experienced yachtman in the club after Coach at the time. There is often no time to call “you” on a yacht. And the adult men - engineers, chiefs of departments, technicians and so on, solid people, already with children, immediately told me - "apply to you, don't stumble." And I, a thirteen-year-old boy at the time, the first time broke the pattern from the fact that on the yacht I commanded and told them "you", and on land could not overcome myself and said "you". But the men quickly mastered everything and began to manage the yachts themselves well.

On the same day that summer, I was sick. And once, on Monday, when there was a whole week until the next expedition, he came to the shore by habit. Check if everything is OK. Sit on the sidewalk or in the "cabin company" - the living room on the second floor of the two-storey barrier-alling, which we and the boys built a year earlier under the guidance of the Coach. Where the keys lie, of course, I knew, on the rights of one of the "old men" of the yacht club. The time to kill has come. But I did not resist. Go on a yacht to fix something. I noticed that there was something out of the deck inside the cabin. It’s awkward, they can steal. I went to Elling to take the keys from the cabin. Back to the yacht. I cleaned everything. And here it ruined me. He did not lock, but on the contrary, pulled out and put the sails, gave the shorts, jumped onto the yacht, picked the anchor and scratched to ride. Driving 2 hours. Then I figured out that soon after the end of the working day and from the factory on the shore, the men will go - they will burn for this self-activity...

After some time, I was already regularly coming to the shore on weekdays at exactly eight o'clock - when the factory was already working day. He set sailboats and walked around the nearest islands – 15 kilometers from the yacht club. The weather was such that after the morning wind was always good - there and back it took five to six hours. Suddenly I got into the island. Three or four hours passed. Then began a good wind. I was delighted - I would quickly "go" to the arrival as in a tram. He put the sail on the butterfly and flew. In front of the whispers, at all. But I run a little forward...

The wind slowly turned into a storm. I had to get up in the livery and remove the pit. Continued under one stack. By the way, the legs had to rely on the wall of the cockpit to hold the steering wheel - the yacht was trying to throw into the so-called "broching". The lifting pen of the steering wheel on the helicopter turned from vertical to horizontal state. under the pressure of water at speed. The speed was in sight. Especially when you sit on the wave and drive at the speed of the wave.

Now I understand – if I had learned that my child at thirteen years of age is doing this, I would probably have struck it by his own hand. He began to understand and agree with the thesis that "men are accidentally surviving boys."

From a distance, I noticed a lonely figure on the sidewalk. In the air there was a smell of lilies. As Ilf and Petrov would say, "He understood that now he would be beaten and possibly with his legs." But there was nowhere to go - first of all, we had to worry about the yacht. He calculated the trajectory, considering that in this place the soil was lubricated, and the wind was cozy, stood up with the nose to the wind, gave the anchor from the nose, digested enough anchor rope and waited for the anchor to "rise up". I was convinced that the yacht was not carrying. Remove the stack. He strained the anchor rope so that the food of the yacht was within a meter and a half from the shore.
The coach shouted through the wind: “Take an end!” He didn’t even add his usual “floors” that time. But I myself, after catching the moment when the feed jumped on the wave, jumped out on the shore, put on the shorts. Then he jumped back onto the yacht. Carefully folded the sails and all the "ends". I put everything in the cabin and locked it. The owner looked around the yacht and it was okay. And I jumped back to the shore, realizing that there was a "little white fox" coming to me.

To my surprise, the Coach was not tough, but stood and smiled. At some point he even laughed. Now I would even say that he stopped. I, all confused, stood and waited. Finally, he became serious and asked:
Do you know why you are still alive?
Nea...
Because my pride took me. How well, it turns out, I taught you, the bulls...

After a while, the coach brought two four-classers from a village that was not far from our town. One of them was on a yacht with me. The second “delivered” to me. And we chased in the mode of match races in the waters of our town on those cabin yachts, simultaneously training new boys. I went to the islands too. And in one of those races, to the islands and back, I won from Coach his collection of dozens of Boat and Yacht magazines, which he bet I won’t be able to beat him in any of those races. A whole treasure for a young yachtman in those pre-Internet times! And not just for the young, at all, at that time. People then literally hunted for these magazines. They repainted drawings from them and, correcting mistakes themselves, built their own yachts on them.

Now I suspect that he seems to have lost specifically once to encourage me. Of course the coach. I was 13 then. I took it for a pure coin. Seeing him “broken down”...

The seminar "How not to become a victim of fraud" is cancelled. Tickets are not subject to return.

Grandfather on his anniversary (90 years) gave a laptop and taught to use Skype.
They gathered here for his next birthday.
The Father cries:
How are you doing with your computer?
(A grandfather rarely uses Skype, almost all the time offline)
Something fucking started happening. I downloaded the plus library, I started scratching a file for a hundred kilobytes, somewhere in the middle a line is eaten! I don’t understand, even if you kill me.
Isn’t 65 thousand anything there? My student son asks.
Dad is sitting, he thinks. Then he begins to mourn the wrong-handed creator of the library.
And we all sit, listen to them and shrink: for a year the old man has not mastered the Internet, so he has also learned to program poorly and now tries to do freelance tasks, but for himself and without a customer.
I only went to Taiwan for a year.

XHH: How did you argue with this Laplace argument. I remind you that the Okama brother is not an absolute instrument.
YYY: Such a brother Okcam comes to Laplace with a shave.

I was borrowed by lazy useless people with whom I have to work and who are then very surprised when they get a salary one and a half or two times lower than stated.

If that’s true, you’re crazy. You seduce people with promises and beads. Say as it is - a salary of 10 thousand wooden, and further from production - so people will not go to you at all. Asking a simple question: if you "on a black day" guarantee only a minimum, then what hell do employees give you a small share of the earned "in a fat month"? That you buy apartments, cars, cosmetic procedures for a million dollars? Well, let’s object that you honestly warn employees how and how much they’ll have to jump to get the salary you’re spending on vacancies. Why are your employees surprised? If you honestly warned them FOREVER and set out clear rules for paying their work (in fact, not).

Sberbank will launch in 2018 evaluation of customer profile by likes in social networks

XXX: So how can you not give me my savings? In the sense of "one of the balloons will be flooded"?

ZZZ: Will there come a day when the reliability of a customer will be measured by terabytes of distribution on trackers?

I never understood the true purpose of the “Stop” button or the “Cancellation” button on printers, since there has never been a time for the printer to obey it.

to this:
Little today argued that the robot rabbit from "Well, wait!" is a reference to the second Terminator, because he also recovered from the pit.
– is
Repair it. This is Terminator 2 - reference to "Well, wait!". This release of the cartoon was released 7 years before Terminator.

I wrapped up so that I just replied to the SMS about payroll 'ok, spsb'.

But then Paris avenged Achilles by shooting his heel.

Is it possible without spoilers?

A colleague asked for an external hard drive (bringing it somehow with him, so he saw it). I had a lot of files. I told him not to go through his personal documents. He promised that he would not do anything like that.



For the sake of interest, I cut the face of this colleague from the photo and inserted it into the porn video to the place of the actress. It all looked silly, dumb, but only if the intent was understood. He took this video, then in the folder "photos" on the hard disk created a folder "his photos", then created a folder "personal documents", then created a folder "personal photos", then created another hidden folder, etc. There were about 12 transitions. I added this video at the end.



When I got the hard drive back, he said I’m a finished dude and the jokes I’ve had are pudoric.



The question is, who of us is right?



P.S. When asked why he was sitting in my personal documents, he replied that “it was curious.”

I went for a comrade today. We get into the house and get up on a free parking spot.

While waiting, the lady of Kia Rio enters the courtyard and begins to be outraged in elevated tones: "This is my place, I am parking here! Go and find another! » Well, we are not the people of conflict, we say, “Lady, literally 10 minutes. We take a man and leave. We specifically came closer to the entrance, or his bags were heavy. It would seem that an adequate person will understand and will not develop a conflict, but not. The lady blocks us from leaving and with a furious expression of the face: "Now my husband will do it! »

Fuck, that was lacking. We are two, now the third is out, so the physical superiority is guaranteed. I don’t want to ruin my mood in an empty place.

The lady, meanwhile, called her husband and waited with a lustful smile for him to find out. has gone out. “What’s the problem, guys? » We explained. It was written on his face that she had already struck him with her honor. He takes his wife's keys, and under the spouse's hustle, he parks his car elsewhere.



has gone out. I found out. The Beautiful.

Imagine you came to work and saw your colleague tapping the table. You think, “What a bad character he has.” At this time, your colleague thinks about how on the way to work someone pushed him and then screamed at him. “Anyone in my place would be angry,” he said. We can’t get into people’s heads and understand why they behave in one way or another. Instead, we tend to explain people’s behavior by their characteristics, and we often explain our own behavior by external circumstances. Thus, the fundamental error of attribution is the tendency of a person to explain the actions and behavior of other people by their personal characteristics, rather than by external factors and situations.

There were a number of fine experiments confirming this phenomenon, but Harry did not want to go into detail.

Hpmor

YYY: Oh, appreciate the news: The Vatican has changed the rules of recognizing events as miracles...
XXX: Did they find the standard of the miracle in the Louvre in the Chamber of Measures and Weights?

Yesterday was a joke. A black student enters the audience who is late for a couple. And there was only the last chair that stood next to the board. I told him to take a chair and sit down. He approaches looking at the chair and says I can’t sit on him because he’s white. I am in shock. I think Nietzsche makes statements. I’m sorry we don’t have black chairs. After my words, he swallowed. And it turned out that he didn't know Russian well and couldn't express himself, the chair was covered with tiny crumbs, once standing near the board.

One of the developers of the high-quality random number table built it from the fractional noise of a diode chain and processed rap music. If the first is one of the best artificial sources of white noise, the second is not politcorrectly called "black noise".

Where are the Indigo Children? No, they go around the area, the same blue.

XX: You specifically indicate where the colors to fix: here or here?
Wow everywhere! Because color is everywhere!

I would like to encourage a girl from задолбаек "7 reasons for my loneliness"
What you call shortcomings can easily prove to be merits – I’ll honestly say that I’d like to meet a girl like you ^^
I also like fantasy, fantasy, computer games, although not a fan of anime, but I watch often.
I like full (although I’m very sluggish) and I don’t understand many things that are considered beautiful, such as heels or cosmetics.
No, I do not offer myself, I am 31, forever alone and generally a dumb and uncommunicable type, I understand that no one needs a naphyg.
But I'm all about the fact that once you liked me, there'll be another you'll be happy with ;-)
And beat on everyone who is dissatisfied with something, personal life is called so, because it is only yours, only you decide! Do not grieve and do not grieve.

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xxx: punitive cooking and punitive agriculture
Yyy: Curative cooking...that’s what my cooking style is called.