My parents usually blamed me in all my street fights. They said, “If you hadn’t helped, you’t have been hit.”

One case I will never forget. In our courtyard lived an 18-year-old schizophrenic, healthy even for his age, not to mention compared to us, 12-year-old boys. His peers naturally joked, especially because of his craving for not quite adequate things (coming up, squeezing people under their feet, laughing to give someone younger and say "joke"), but we sometimes played football with him, etc.

I was relatively new in the courtyard and especially with no one I had friends yet, some were stumbling, some "propiska" and, apparently, he decided that he also has the right to dig up to me, regardless of the age difference.

The guy just approached, struck me with a fist on the head, turned away and went. But at the next moment he had already rushed to his entrance. In a moment I understood why.

I still remember a father who, when he saw it in the window of the first floor, jumped out of the window, ran after him, and when he blocked the entrance door with something, the 50-year-old man jumped out, grabbing himself for a piece of armor coming from the wall and piercing the glass over the door, like the main character of the film "13 district" and jumped through it into the entrance. A couple of seconds later, the shizoid broke out from there, and the shizoid flew out of the entrance door (still locked with something). From comparing his skull to the asphalt he was saved by my fledgling mother, who stood up in front of him and began to swear to the Father Christ God not to kill him. Since then, the guy was going home as soon as I went out to walk in the yard.

For their child and for women, some fell, and for men even more. Do not be angry, Dad.

There is no such nonsense that the deputies of the State Duma of the Russian Federation would not have formed in the form of a law.

Yesterday was a story about how proudly it sounded: a Soviet citizen.

My friend’s grandfather bought a Harkov electric shaver in the 1980s. The shaver did not shave, but shrugged the scarf. The Marriage.
Grandfather packed this shaver and sent it to the factory by the manufacturer, attaching a note:
“I’m not asking for a change of shave, I’m not asking for a refund. I want only one thing – that the Chief Engineer of your factory should shave with this shave.”

I sent a good message with an apology.

Two grandmothers are talking at the entrance.
Have you heard of the garbage reform?
of course. They were then renamed the police.
Not about this!

My father is small, thin and has never played sports. He fought only once in his life and then lost the fight. But adrenaline, maybe despair, responsibility for a child makes a person a monster (in a good sense).



This is a childhood case. I was 10 years old. He went from school. It is 50 meters from home. I see my father washing his car near the garage. There is silence around and suddenly this silence is broken, some thunder. I turned around and the German Shepherd was behind. The big. Apparently not playing. I only had time to drop my wallet and take a few steps. The animal hit me in a moment. I am screaming. The dog breaks my jacket and a few more moments and I will be taken away. I remember this picture as if it had happened yesterday. Father runs, one calos has landed, a cigarette in his mouth. He jumps on the dog and rolls it like a rugby player. Then they both jumped, but the four-legged did not give up and jumped on his father. As his father said, he was just lucky to grab the shepherd with one hand for the lower jaw, the other for the throat. I saw my father slapping the dog with his head, and then a slash and a suffocating reception went on. Father suffocated the dog. I saw how hard it was, but I was stupid and couldn’t help anything. My father suffocated the dog and, as nothing happened, ran to me and looked at me, although his hands were bloody and obviously very painful.



Then I understood what my father meant. Let even in his asset one fight for a lifetime and one defeat. For his child, he will break even a shepherd and sure not one.

xxx: A mystery solved by only 6% of people. Three people want to share two apples. You only need to do this with a single knife.

yyy: I understand the option of “cutting out the excess” is not considered officially correct? and :(

Zzz: With a knife in your hands, you can’t share apples at all.

xxx: I have been losing weight for a couple of years, the results are excellent, was 94kg, became 106kg

You are not on that side.

xxx: I hoped that after 99 the counter would crash

XXX: How ridiculous the plot of the movie "Call" would look right now. You find a mysterious video tape and don’t know what to do with it.

YYY: A ghost girl calls her phone and can’t call her.

When my wife asked what to give you for your birthday, I said, a self-propelled machine. Today was the time and she gave me a robot vacuum cleaner. She walks after him all over the apartment, rejoicing like a child when he finds his own charge. And I think I will give her a self-propelled apparatus in the dusk, and I will also rejoice like a child with every drop of the life-giving fluid flowing out of it.

There was a problem: the door lock was locked, I stayed outside. I found the phone of a specialist on the Internet, they agreed that he would come in half an hour. I sit on the stairs waiting, listening to music in my headphones. It takes 30 minutes, 40 minutes, 50 hours. and silence. I call back. The Master meets me with the wishes of all the anal cards. Through the streams, it turns out that he came and... called the homephone)))) no one opened, he was psychotic and left)))) I sit around, as they say. The Spring...

A familiar instructor told me. Further from his words:



I have a client, a grandmother of 84 years of age. We drive with her, well, it’s a collapse. She does not always follow the rules, rides very uncertainly and slowly, how will she pass the exam? ? to ? to I do not know. They agreed to leave it out everywhere, and gave it rights. At the last session such a dialogue:



Don’t worry, I won’t drive anyway.

Why are you right?

Because of my grandson. He did not pass the exam and lowered his hands, deciding that it was not his. And I will come and show him that if I succeeded, he will succeed. This is not possible, we have to try again.

Seven years ago I worked as a trolleybus driver. I decided to share the story.

So it turned out that the trailer I worked on broke slightly when I left the deck. I had to turn on the nearest ring to drive my wagon back to the depot.

The first ring passed through an alley with densely parked cars. It was about the hour of day.(The second change )

I millimetage and wire past all these car jets, I get stuck in the fence set by the mega-hard Merce. I’t go there knowing he’s there. It is not visible because of the trees.

Conductor Tanya echoingly says, “Everything, Shurik, has arrived.” Do not give up. I look like that, well a rough car for such places. In front of the bank collapse... Okay, it wasn’t. I go out of the trolley and go to the bank. There is a girl sitting on the first floor and calling the phone. The dialogue.

I: “Sorry, you don’t know which Mercedes is in front of your entrance?”

She says “No.” And then trail.

I said, “Did you hear nothing?”

She said, “No...”

I said, “Yes, I broke it all over the way!!”

A minute of silence. She cried out, “That’s Gandalf Alloizich!” (I just don't remember the name of the grandmother she spotted.) And on the spikes he flies up the stairs.

I go back to the car, smiling. Tanya Conductor: “Well, nothing worked out? sent to?“”

Here a man in a jacket with open eyes runs out of the bank. He flies to the car, looks around, breathes out, smiles, looks at me and understands what salt is. He sits and moves the car. We are passing.

Tanya tortured me for a long time, how she could, what it was, and what I told them. Í did not admit.

When people are made of the dirt, the country becomes great.
When people are turned into crap, the country collapses.

I do not guarantee the accuracy of the story, the wife's brother told friends.
They decided to come to a new-fashioned water park in the neighboring area. They entered his address in the navigator and chased him. When the navigator lady reposted "You have arrived at your destination," the friends looked confused. There were only private buildings.
The question is, “Where is the aquapark?”"He somehow strangely nervously shrugged and pulled his hand into the side of the transparent, on which the huge letters were written "AQUAPARK HERE IS NOT!!!"

Moscow authorities will pay 86 million rubles for clouds on Easter. I don’t understand why Patriarch Kirill just won’t pray about this?

I stand in the line for coffee, waiting for my big cappuccino, and a woman speaking on the phone followed me in the line. Judging by the conversation, and the topics she discussed (employees, their vacancies in the company, etc.).I realized that she was the HR of one of the network shops.

And here she says:

- There is a guy working with us in the department - Sascha, so we want him to be fired.

At the end of the cable, she was asked:

How, why and why? Idiot or job foolish?

Her response was hard and uncompromising:

He is a strange one! He doesn't communicate very much, he doesn't drink coffee with us, he doesn't walk in corporations, and in general...



Well, I thought, and went to think, behind a cup of coffee, how hard an introvert is in the modern world.

Modern children will never understand this pain.

We watched the England-Nigeria match on TV.

If you added brightness, the national team of England disappeared.

If you reduced the brightness, the Nigeria national team disappeared.

Prepared the girl for physical control, straight from scratch. The girl was very intelligent, so the process was successful and a five was received for the control. At the next class she suddenly instead of the usual amount per class gets three (!) The big. She said, she asked my mother to thank me. I refused for 5 minutes, she didn’t. Take it, take it, you deserve it. Fuck him, I think. I had to run away, and it wasn’t that bad. But there was something inside that stirred doubts. And not in vain.

The next day, the girl came with her mother. As you can see, not in the best mood.

and good night. Explain, by what right do you demand money from my child?

In general, the girl was so happy with the five that she really wanted to thank me and didn't come up with anything better than pulling money from her mother's bag. But the courage to admit it was not enough. That is gratitude.

The people are also against changing the articles of the Constitution on rights and freedoms, even if they exist at least on paper.

I was 4 years old when my grandfather brought a puppy. He was all red and we called him Red. After that, it was a problem to drive me home, and if allowed, I would spend the night with him in the cabin.
I don't know what breed it was, but after 2 years, the Redhead grew up into a large, but not a wicked dog. I took him out without problems. He did not pay attention to the cats, and the bicycles followed with a sad look.
We walked out of the street into the forest. When they broke up, the Redhead ran from one to the other with a joyful whisper, as if warning no one to get lost.
In the winter we played snow. In the summer, he tried to catch the snow. And when he succeeded, he laughingly shrugged his head and whirled.
In the summer we went to the river. Rosic, swimming, lay on the suburb and laying his head on his legs, watched us. There we, from the bricks and a piece of iron plates brought, made a stove. On which they roasted crushed potatoes and bread. Then the red man sat next to him and waited for his share.
At the age of 12, my parents sent me to a pioneer camp. During the weekend they came to visit me. From the back door of the car jumped a red car. He dropped me to the ground, licking my face and hands.
Then we sat down and ate my grandmother’s cake.
To say goodbye, I waved my hand for a long time until the car was hiding behind the turn, and Ryzhik looked through the rear glass.
When his grandfather died, Rushik went to his booth and did not go out for three days. When he came out, I saw that he was grey.
By my 10th grade, Ryzhik no longer went with us into the woods, did not play in the snow. On the river he no longer swam, but lying on a hill, laying his head on his legs, dreamed.
After school I went to the institute. To say goodbye, I hugged Red and promised to come back. I looked around at the crossroads. The red man was sitting next to the roof and staring at me.
In the winter, after the session, I came home. The red man met me next to the cottage, as if he was not leaving. I hugged him and went home. I sat on the doorstep, and the Redhead sat next to me, laying his head on my knees. I smoothed him and told him about the institute, about communion. After a while the door of the house opened. My father went out, but when he saw me with the Redhead, he entered the house. Soon the red rose up. He licked me in the cheek with a dry and rough tongue and walked to his booth.
The next day we buried him in his favourite cave.
In the spring, the father planted a cedar plant in this place.
Cedar grew big and powerful. And now, when I come here with my grandchildren, he welcomes me with his feet.