After the state Duma adopted the law on respect for power, entomologists, for the case, changed their mind to publish the book "Bloodsucking parasites of Russia".

Dress up after the gym, dress up such all pumped guys (most). There is a knock at the door and a girl’s voice (presumably a cleaner): “Are there naked people?” Looking around, they are all dressed. We answer “No.” At the door, disappointed, “Aaaah, sorry,” and left.

I was not allowed to go in the elevator. We enter the entrance with a goose, I am in front, she is behind, speaks on the phone. I called the elevator, I went into the cabin - the girl was lost somewhere. I decided to go on foot, maybe not enough. I press the button of my floor, the doors close - and open. But there is no one there. I thought, Gluck some with the technique - I press my floor again, the doors close and open. What is it?



I look like this lady is standing on the left of the elevator, ticking the phone and pressing the call button as soon as the door closes. I ask what it is and if she will go. She moves her head “Yes,” continues to speak, but does not enter the cabin. I wait, the doors close again, she presses the button, they open. I’m starting to crack down because of this incomprehensible circus, but I say polently that I either go in or don’t touch the button. And then she says with outrage that she needs to arrange by phone, and in the elevator the phone does not catch! There is no noise here, she has an important conversation!



I have to admit, I was somewhat upset by this arrogance. I say, “And what, I’ll wait for you now, right? “” In this format, it was somehow better than “you” and “be kind,” I pulled off the button and I finally got home.

I was in a small office today, buying small things for repairs. On the stand between the buyer and the managers is an open transparent box from the category "collect employees at sea / coffee / vacation / cookies". It contains a few pieces, a few hundred and a few fifty. In front of me a man is paid, the sum of 7 or 8 thousand and 40 rubles. He counts the bills and, with the words, "Oh, and I have no small ones," gets out of this box a fifty ruble note and adds to his own. In the eyes of the sellers and buyers, he tried to say that, say, it is not your money anyway.

xxx: You can earn good on construction, and on the position of a programmer, and you can work there and there for a salary, sometimes small. A clear example of this is my wife and I, both programmers, the income difference at the moment is 4 times.

Yyy: Well, you don’t get upset, with time and experience you will catch up with your wife.

There are two things that pay off in this life: encyclopedic knowledge and Christian attitude toward others.

In the electric car, two police officers sitting opposite and guessing crosswords found themselves in an intellectual impasse, facing a French four-letter impressionist artist. They are honest and do not go crazy.

I think they are all people. Dega I say.

Exactly fit it.

Further from me sought the capital of Peru and the author of the novel "Ovod" on six letters.

There are controllers in the car. I searched for a ticket and couldn’t find it. Where he went, the devil knows. I get confused in all my pockets. The controllers are standing.

We pass, we pass, - strictly says one of the policemen, - this with us, to the investigative experiment we take.

If the secret services break into my apartment, then, reporting on the situation in the railway, they embarrassed to say the phrase "here clean."

This has happened to my grandfather since 2008. He lived alone in a new building, the apartment was received as a member of the WOW. The house is not far from me and I could visit it every day.

He was over 90 years old, but he was healthy and served himself. But around 2008, I began to notice that he slept badly, sometimes falling asleep in the afternoon, sometimes on the bench near his house. He himself said that at night he will be a bird who knocks at the window. Death is knocking. Well, we wrote off the age, even to the psychiatrist, he also wrote off the age. I even stayed with him for a week, but no one knocked. The grandfather’s confidence that this death even strengthened. I’m young, I don’t come here. Four years ago he was gone. No one lived in his apartment. A week ago I stayed in that apartment. I heard that knock at night. When I woke up, I walked to the window and noticed nothing unusual. There is no one on the 14th floor.

I decided to stay a few more days. And I really woke up at night by knocking out the window!

He set up a seat, and it turned out that this crazy aunt from the neighboring apartment was knocking in the window with a long stick.

This man has been tormenting his grandfather for years. I, of course, wrote a statement to her, but it doesn’t matter... She doesn’t open the door, she doesn’t react to the threats, and she recently wiped out the doors of my car.

Sometimes relatives come to her, but I can’t cross with them. My aunt has a certificate that she is fucking.

It is not necessary to change the constitution for the effective operation of the government, but the government for the effective operation of the constitution.

My father was nine years old when the war began and he lived in a small village. Sometimes he talked about war. I was, of course, expecting heroic stories with shots and explosions, but he was telling from how they survived.
I will tell you from the first person (for simplicity).
The Germans came in suddenly. At noon, tanks appeared in the streets, and German soldiers began to run around the houses. Two soldiers came to us. There were chickens in the yard. One of the Germans, throwing the machine behind his back, began to catch chickens. They ran away and did not give in their hands. He fell a couple of times. The second, in sight, laughed amusingly. The first was tired. He took the machine and dropped the line. A few chickens fell. He took only two bodies and they laughed away.
All the harvest, from the collective fields, the Germans took. Nearly all the crops were taken from the villagers. They took a cow and a calf from us, leaving only one cow, but they took all the seed.
The winter came early, but the potatoes were not all gathered. But the Germans forbade it. At night, my mom and I avoided patrol, sculpted her.
Frozen potatoes have no taste at all. And my grandmother kept the salt only for bread, and sometimes did not add it.
Cows also need something. We wore her carpet. Because of this milk gave the needle. And also from a needle, my grandmother made a decoction, which they drank instead of tea.
In the spring they cooked the soup of urticaria (soup), and the labyrinth was dried and added to bread.
The Germans stood there. They settled in houses. We lived in Senegal. They ate in the middle of the village, where there was a kitchen. The cook was a thick and eternally evil German. His assistant was young and clever. In the morning, the assistant gathered the child (then we began to come by ourselves) and we cleaned the potatoes, and the cleaning could be taken. After lunch the assistant gathered and the younger child (then we began to come by ourselves). The cook spilled the rest of the lunch equally. His assistant watched for the elderly not to offend the younger.
The Italians were there. They were not like the Germans. They bought milk, eggs and chickens, but we exchanged for a bowl.
Near the village there was a stall where we swam and fished. There were three Italians. They bathed, then forced us to depart from the shore, lie down and clamp our ears with their hands. They threw a grenade into the water. We picked the biggest fish and showed on the fingers that the rest could be picked up.
It was already cold. We caught fish. Police passed by. One of them threw a grenade. We were overwhelmed by water. The policemen laughed away. I had ears sick for three days, and my younger brother was a rabbit for the rest of his life.
The breach from the east was approaching. The Germans began to gather the inhabitants and drive them under the convoy of police to the west. My grandmother was already very sick. She was shot in the house.
In the evening, police and villagers fled. We stayed in the woods for two days. Eat grass and bark. Even my little sister (who was 5 years old and loved to cry loudly) never said a word.
There were two Soviet soldiers. They broke the forest. They said our village is free. Then they got a bowl and bread. When we ate, they gave my mom a few cans of pasta and a bowl of bread. One of them, scattered in his bag, got a chocolate trophy. He gave his sister in his hand. And crushing her for the hair on his head ran to catch his companion.
Momma stood, pressing the canned food and bread to her chest and tears flowed, and the sister looked at her and didn’t know what to do to her.

Very poor everyone lived in the USSR, everywhere something was collected - metal, maculature, herbaries, coins, marks.
No money was collected for treatment.

Enemies, in order to take the fortress, always tell the defenders stories about the happy lives of those who surrendered to them. The heads are cut off later.

To the question of anecdotes in intercultural dialogue.
I recall a long-standing case from practice. I went with a delegation to China for purchases, at one technology company we were welcomed by a very nice lady-manager. Naturally we were invited for lunch.

We sit down, everything is delicious (at least it looks delicious, I say more), we talk. Suddenly the head of the Russian delegation runs into an anecdote, which he first tells me with the expression of full pleasure of his joke:

A man and his wife are in a carriage, the horse is stumbling.
The man once.
They go on, and the horse goes on again.
The man: two.
They go again, and the horse is spotting again.
The man: three.
He gets a gun and kills a horse.
My wife is confused: What are you? Why did the horse kill?? to
The man once.

I see with a nervous smile that this joke is somewhat incorrect with respect to women in principle, and in Chinese in the framework of negotiations it will sound strange in general. But no, the joke needs to be, without it there will be no understanding of the Russian soul.

When I break my heart, I translate an anecdote. I ended. The Chinese woman sat down for a few seconds, thought and said, “Once.” I am easily excited, the Russians are confused, the Chinese woman is calmly drinking tea.

I have two conclusions: 1. This woman came out of an uncomfortable situation and defeated her in her favour. It deserves great respect. 2nd Be careful with the demonstration of originality in intercultural dialogue with anecdotes!

c) Kirill Batygin

The duller the school program, the smarter the government in the eyes of the younger generation.

A few months ago, new recommendations for the organization of work came to our office from above. Surprisingly, reasonable and appropriate recommendations. When trying to refer to these recommendations in work, the management replied:

They are just recommendations, they are only recommendations. You may not be guided...and what they understand there.

A few days ago, from the same "top" dropped recommendations concerning dresskod.

This is just a recommendation, we decided.

You are what! These are recommendations! They are mandatory to execute! Everyone immediately start matching the dressing! The management told us.

The main thing is that the costume is seated, caroche.

Our country cooperative is no longer protected in the winter, so I leave the potential thieves in the hallway half a litre, 3 cups and a bowl of cucumbers.

There were “visitors”.

Drink vodka and the bank is empty.

The feet are washed and carefully placed in the buffet.

All property in place.

I drive with my 10-year-old granddaughter in the car and accidentally hit the clakson. In any case, I tell her:

He accidentally pressed.

I understood.

How is?

You didn’t say “the goat.”

The case was in a music school where the teacher is engaged with one student (this is the case). One on one, and immediately a lecture for the crowd.

Report a teacher to a student who is constantly finding scams not to come to the class.

How are you going to finish your training? Where will you go next? How much can I carry single certificates? Where do you just buy them? Van Ivanov even brought the certificate of his death once. By the way, here is he!

Returning home late on a taxi Wandex, in order not to fall asleep, I talked to the driver. He puts mat in every word. I, B is the driver.

I: You less argue, you are recorded.

A: And who?

I am “Alice.”

Q: What does it mean to record?

I: That means Alice is recording everything.

Q: It can’t, if it is, then I’ll remove it.

Q: Calls to the phone: Alice, are you recording me? - a second silence on Gogol, a pleasant female voice from the phone - Well, I don't see anything wrong with it.

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I quietly calculated with him, and he was finding out the relationship with Alice.

Call at work:

and greetings. These are colleagues from Dagestan. Is it possible to take Takayovich?

Call back in half an hour or leave your phone.

Okay you write.

I recorded. I ask, “What is your name?” Without waiting for the answer, I write “Mahomet.” No need to correct.