My daughter, like all children, learns at a distance. The lessons went on all subjects, the most pleased me was the teacher of work. She asked the children to wash, chew, clean up the room, prepare lunch and send a video report.

Our country is governed by a secret government.
That is, we, of course, know where it is and how it looks, but what it makes useful to us is unknown to us.

The French historian Bulange a few years ago came up with the theory that all the geniuses of medieval France – artists, scientists, commanders – were born the following year after the country had gathered a good harvest (and, accordingly, pregnant and nursing mothers received enough nutrients to develop a full-fledged child). During the collection of evidence to confirm his theory, Bulange, however, faced unforeseen difficulties - a single accounting of the crop in France in the Middle Ages did not exist, the accounting books of the duchies and counties for the most part did not survive, and the records in the historical chronicles were uncertain ("in Aquitaine collected as many apples as not seen since the times of the world flood", but in the same year "in Burgundy all eaten bear and hammer").

Then Bulange came up with a trip around the archives in four parts of France and searched for menus and business books of old courtyards and hotels. It was accompanied by luck: it managed to find such a number of preserved old records to track the history of French lunches each year for centuries. But how do you know from the old menu the amount of harvest or non-harvest? After all, many courtyards and tractors had their own kitchen, and many dishes were not served to the table due to the harvest, but because of the craving of the cook.

The hero of the study was the vineyard. For centuries it went to the food of the poor and the rich, if the country had a shortage of bread, vegetables and meat. Relying on the appearance in the menu of dishes from grapefruit, Bulange concluded that in the years of his interest in France there were non-harvests, and the price of the grapefruit determined their scale. These calculations were subsequently confirmed by other indirect evidence and allowed the historian to prove the truth of his theory.

The sheep chose a wolf to be the leader of the herd. The wolf, in order not to be caught by the shepherds, brought the herd to the shady side of the hill and appointed friends from his herd as shepherds.
After some time, the rare grass on the pasture ended and the herd turned to the leader:
“O our Sunshine, do you not see that we have nothing to eat and our children are starving, let us go to the other side of the slope, where the sun illuminates the slopes, there is thick and juicy grass.
“What are you talking about, sheep,” replied the wolf, “you don’t need to shake the boat. I don’t see any problems with food.

Two weeks of quarantine, people get bored at home, and everyone knows that everyone goes crazy in their own way. Today at work, the boss told the story of his self-isolation.

For reference, the man is under 60, a military pensioner. I do not know his wife personally, but I know that the lady is also serious, 2 of the highest rule the whole institution is not the first year.





In the words of the boss:



In the second week the roof started to run. My wife and I are watching a movie. There the girl (according to the story of the film, she is a police officer, but something more clever, I don't remember exactly), kidnapped by bad bandits, put a bag on the head and on the whole screen show a view of the package, where she suffocates with her eyes opened. Well, I think to myself, “Didn’t there be enough money in the film’s budget to hire a consultant who would explain that when a packet is suffocated, the packet should just be roasted and breathed calmly?”

The wife heard, began to argue, saying you can't bite the bag when you are suffocated!

I disputed.

First, my wife began to squeeze me with a bag of Ashan, biting me.

Next was a pack of magnets, a bite.

My wife said the packages were very large. She took the smallest and thickest bag in the house, bite. They laughed like two psychopaths.



As a result, the boss won my dispute, admitting that it was the funniest half hour in the entire quarantine.

Children of the 20th century dreamed of growing up and flying to other planets.

But in the 21st century there was only a government on another planet.

In September 1993, a very strange phone call came to the police station of a sleepy suburb of Helsinki, where there were only two fights and five small thefts in a month. A young man named Riku, whispering, that he was being pursued by unknown persons who had already thrown two envelopes with bad notes into his mailbox, that the envelopes were black like resin, and that he was accused of some cruel crimes, and he was 18 years old, and he had never offended the flies in his life.

Arriving at the call, the Mykola conservatory was convinced that the young man’s story seemed to correspond to reality. Riku came to Helsinki to study at the university and rented a tiny studio apartment with a view of the park – it was so small that Mikola was able to explore the room without leaving the place and only turning around his axis. In fact, the studio had a bed, a book closet, a plate, a washing machine and a cage with a cloudy poppy.
“He usually talks a lot, but he’s afraid of strangers,” Riku said.

Mikola looked at the puppy and asked the young man for anonymous letters. Riku handed him two envelopes, very carefully made by someone from black paper. On the envelope was written: “Rico Sarinen, the wretch.” Consteble got out of the envelopes notes written with a female handwriting, and his eyebrows popped up:
“Do you think you can continue to slay defenseless animals? The payment is waiting for you!”
“We’ve seen it all, Sarinen. You destroyed your whole family last weekend. Be careful, we will come soon!”

Did you have any other pets besides the puppy? He clarified the container, looking at the young man.
and no.
Maybe you recently abandoned a girlfriend?
“I haven’t had any girlfriends yet,” Riku turned red.
Why not? You are a sports boy.
“I didn’t have any girls, especially those who were shy,” Riku said.
What did you do last weekend?
He prepared for laboratory work, read, walked around the park.
Have you seen any suspicious people?
and no.
Well well well. Find out where your knives are.
Riku showed him all his three knives – for bread, for meat and for pear. As expected, all three were clean.
- Letters I, with your permission, will take and send for examination, - said the constable and once again stared at the cloudy, squeezed poppy.
Is he always so evil? Maybe he has something hurt?
No to Constable. He is just... shy. I rarely have guests.

Returning to the police station, Mikola sent Newman's younger constable to observe the young man's apartment and the mailbox. Mikola slept badly that night. He was afraid of the pope. We had to find a reason and pull the bird out.
In the morning, Newman called and proudly that he had just detained two girls who had thrown another black envelope into Rick’s mailbox. Neumann soon brought them to the department. Both detainees were dressed in T-shirts with environmental slogans and had harsh, convinced of their rightness, Decembrist eyes.
“Girls, I have to tell you that this is not a joke,” said Mikola, holding the envelope in his hand. Not only did you accuse a citizen of a country of animal abuse, you did it in a completely unacceptable way. We are the police in the fight against crime. Your job is to call us and tell us about the crime.
You’t even do that! One of the girls got angry.
and yes! You are above the suffering of our smaller brothers! Added the second.
Why this? Tell me what you saw last weekend.
“Last weekend, this ugly Sarinen went to the park. He had a knife with him, the first one.
“A pear-cut knife,” the second added.
In the park he found a lawn where white mushrooms grew. Thirty white mushrooms, constable! And he cut off all thirty white mushrooms under the root, depriving the animal of the ability to reproduce.
What animal? I did not understand Mikko.
Mycelium, the fungus of the white mushroom, is an animal. What grows above the earth is only its reproductive and exploration organs. And mycelium itself, as recent experiences show, is able to collect and use information, understands its position in space and can even remember the path in the labyrinth. Have you heard of the Japanese scientists? When one thread was separated from the mycelium and placed at the beginning of the labyrinth, in which the whole fungus had previously grown, this thread grew flawlessly to another exit from the labyrinth, never twisted in the wrong direction. And there were two hundred false moves in the labyrinth!
I’m not a biologist, but I think mushrooms are plants. Animals do not grow from the ground. Animals move, at least they move.
Here you look. A new Finnish biology textbook for the university, the first girl to tick a finger into the just adopted (and subsequently cancelled) classification, according to which mushrooms were attributed to the kingdom of animals.
Mikola stupidly entered a textbook of biology.
What will you say now? An animal brutally cut off thirty genitals – is it animal abuse or not?! to
Mikola’s constable felt terribly uncomfortable. If mycelium is really, an animal, and also highly developed...
- Write a statement about the crime, we will consider it, - he shrugged his hand.

Thus was born one of the funniest cases in the history of Finnish criminal law. The case, indeed, did not go. And soon uniformity was introduced to biological systematics, and mushrooms finally emerged into a separate kingdom of living organisms.

Countering the Coronavirus in Russia:
Healthy to isolate yourself
The sick self-healed
Students to self-learn
Working to self-distance
Unemployed to self-assure
Hungry and self-sufficient
Dead to Self-Buried
Unhappy to self-conflict

There is a theory on Reddit that the WALL-E robot is an analogue of the tempting snake. In fact, the people on the spacecraft were provided with everything, engaged in creativity, they had no material worries. At the end of the cartoon they return to the empty ground and begin to work physically with scarce resources and means of labor. A few generations later there will be a social stratification, and there will surely be a myth that “a creature” passed “a plant” on to “a woman named Eve”, after which humanity left “Paradise”.

2120: Humanity is almost extinct from another terrible epidemic. Finally, the lighthouses of science united and created a system capable of giving society a second chance. A system that supported human life and gave a chance to live fully in society without fear of being infected with deadly diseases. Thus, the problem of self-isolation disappeared by itself. But the most dangerous terrorist "Morpheus" appeared, which threatened the future fate of the human race. He began to disconnect people from the system and recruit them to conduct diversion and subversion activities. The last hope of the species Homo sapiens were the agents. Rejected guys risking their own lives in the fight against a dangerous group. Without knowing sleep and rest, they are always on check and will attack terrorists.

“You know, the first Matrix was created as an ideal world where there is no suffering, where all people will be happy. and total failure. People did not accept the program, everyone had to be destroyed. It is pleasant to think that we have failed to describe the ideal world in a programming language, but I believe that humanity as a species will not accept a reality without suffering and poverty.” and c)

CCC: Happiness is, roughly speaking, hormones in the head. If they are at the same level, the brain gets used to it and happiness seems ordinary. Increasing hormone levels is impossible. Thus, it is necessary to alternate moments of happiness and misfortune.

DDD: Wow, but nobody wants to live fucking. Good habits are not boring.

You can worry about not having time to buy fashionable pants, and you can worry, for example, that lost all loved ones in the war.

Forget the suffering. Especially severe suffering. If a person has experienced really serious suffering, then he is then overwhelmed all his life and he is clearly no more fun than any major who has a good life from birth.

And if you want trial or misfortune, then watch the movie of the Bull, engage in sports, creativity or create a project of some complex to create yourself controllable difficulties artificially.

The number of victims from the fight against the coronavirus as usual exceeds the number of victims from the coronavirus itself.

Hi to.

The second month of the epidemic.
My lovely cozy hospital has been damaged by white brass-colored patient sorting tents in front of the two entrances to the hospital, the cafeteria has closed, visits to patients are prohibited, scheduled operations have been cancelled, my nurses have been mobilized into the departments of patients with the virus, the pre-operational department has been converted into a department for patients without the virus, intensive therapy has become the epicenter of combat actions to save the most severe patients...
Changed and staff, armor and heavy masks stifled greetings, my relaxed manner of behavior with jokes-additions, so encouraging patients and their families, went into the past...we began to use circumventing corridors with less risk of infection.
The schedule changed, and I was transferred to the caste position of rescue reserve.
However, it is not possible to exaggerate - these were battles of local importance, incomparable with the heroic battles of Italian or New York physicians. But – paranoia is paranoia – and there is little pleasure in it.
So nothing surprising — this morning I went to the hospital obscure, with a disgusting feeling of the need to do my duty in an environment of dissatisfaction with myself and my life.
Arrived, Caesarean, the old tested remedy for mood improvement - work, the air of the operation itself - make you forget about the problems of the last two months.
Caesarean, in general, the best antidepressant - newborns will make any person smile, even the darkest.
Everything went as usual – a spin-off, photos, tears of happiness, congratulations.
As usual, except for the newborn.
Specifically his voice.
I did not expect to hear such an agile bass from a thirty-second boy from the family. Moreover, this bass was attached to a pair of container lungs and a tireless diaphragm: once he took the note, he pulled it with the enthusiasm of the opera singer, without stopping!! to
Yes, any aria will be on his shoulder, we decided and predicted the fate of the great opera singer of the type of Shalalapin or Pavarotti.
Grow up, baby, sing in the “La Scala” of the twenty-two century the leading part in the heroic opera “Italy, 2020”.
People by this time will live long and happy, for them the Great Pandemic 2020 will be a simple and annoying detail of the long-forgotten history of the beginning of the past, a bit barbaric, century.
The story in which we all live.
And we survive: somebody has to teach this extraordinary crawler how to sing correctly. @Michael Ashnin

In his address to the people, the president promised for three months to reduce by a third his salary, the salary of his orders, ministers and deputy ministers and to send this money to fight the virus. He also called for similar actions by officials of state institutions and heads of large companies.
It was the President of South Africa.

Xxx: Gender of the month - gay

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Yesterday in the bakery near the house appeared the first cakes. And for me, cuddles are what I love Easter for, so of course, “give two!” In the line next to him stood an elderly woman who, of course, could not just take and keep silent. So I was informed that the bulls would dry up by Sunday. And when I said that I was not going to wait for Sunday, there began to be such worship and confusion about my sinful self, that I quickly grabbed my bowls and dropped them. Now I eat my puddle and think of the strange things of the world: how many thieves, murderers, rapists live in the world, and I should be ashamed that I ate the puddle not on Easter.

Every time I recall this story and it gets overwhelmed by inconvenience.

At night visitors are few and there is a completely different contingent, but since she was in the center of the city, I often worked with decent and polite buyers.

The man came in the middle of the night and stunned with a list of drugs and (hi-hi) other pharmaceutical range.

The list included expensive drugs, a bunch of different types of condoms and ointments, viagra in the maximum dosage, miramistin in the volume of 1 liter, a bunch of remedies from a hammer and means to restore the liver.

I am all immersed in the thoughts of his fun life, piercing and putting everything in a bag, calling the total amount ~~10,000, and encountering a natural question for the pharmacy:

Oh, and why so much!? to

And my answer, which sounded like a lightning and made us rust in a second:

You have to pay for pleasure!

Once, an older brother asked his mother how she defined the "session" in our apartment so accurately while they and his father were on a trip?

“It’s easy enough, it’s my apartment and I know where and what I have, and you are my kids.

Usually there were three to four guests.

1) For a day - two pot soup was prepared, still in the freezer always a stock of homemade peelings, strawberries, cottlets. And one person a day to eat 4 liters of soup and half the stock

Peelings and wardrobes can’t.

I knew you were drinking. Wine or something stronger. It is not enough to just rinse the fuse under water, there are divorces from water drops.

I immediately saw the beds on which your friends slept, you didn’t make the bed. Thank you for not touching my father’s bed.

For these trips, my father and I did not argue, but for prevention, I did. Did you notice that I didn’t argue with you when a girl came to visit, now my donya-snowha?

How defined it? It’s easy, especially in the kitchen.

1) Lazy for cooking and your maximum, it is to roast eggs, potatoes, cook pelmeni, and from spices salt / pepper, laurel leaf.  Immediately I saw that a “foreign” man was carving in my stocks.

Remove the little ones from the table? You have half the crumbs on the floor, the rest together with the cloth, either in the shell or at the corner weigh. Immediately clean floor and table, the cloth is rinse and hangs on the dryer.

Washing the dishes? The dishes are "washed", all around the dishwasher is in water. When the girl was in the guests, everything around the shell was dry. The water towel hangs on the battery and I saw it used (I hanged a clean towel before leaving).

4) The most difficult thing was to understand if you drank? Snocha wiped the fusies after washing with a towel and tried to put them in the same places as I did.

She always ruled the bed.

That is all! There are no tricks ?

Mom and the little one?

And the little one took all the “best” qualities of our parents.

These are what?

Do you know your son?  He is a good guy, kind, responsive, but greedy and sometimes still a harmful one.

Guests went to him, but never stayed overnight, or he did not leave them. For the guests he was always prepared, something on the table, more needed he did not get or put. Of the father's reserves, you often pulled fluids, the father always kept silent, but the little, on the contrary, replenished these reserves and obviously not at his own expense.

Do you remember the neighbor’s grandmother Zina who lived below us?

and yes.

So here is! The next day, when I was back from work. She told me who we had in the apartment, when they came, when they left, about what they were doing, noise or not. With neighbors you need to be in a friendly relationship, they will tell a lot!

The people are silent as long as the people have what they have.

Hello, I am in the store. What to take?
Are you in a mask?
and yes.
Take a box.

I married early, at the age of 21. My husband, though 5 years older than me, and my second marriage, was as tight as I was in terms of family relationships. We scandalized all the time because of everything. They lived the first time with their parents.

Actually the story itself.

Once again, we fell into dust and dust. My parents were at work, so I just went to the yard because I could not be alone with my husband. In the courtyard we then had a straw, the old Soviet, I attached to it as a child with the tongue in the winter. I sat on her and suffered. And here, I see, my father is going to work. He came, asked what happened, and I told him. And we have to say that he was a person not very emotional, at least from the outside) He listened, sneezed, smoked, and kept silent. I spoke and I also kept silent. And then he begins to stir me slowly, catch-catch, catch-catch. Ever higher and higher, I already help my legs to get higher, faster, catch-catch. Oh, in five minutes already high, the spirit captures what tears, laughter hysterical. That’s how I hit for 30 minutes, my oldest daughter, catch-catch. He sneaks silently, smokes, smiles, and I sneak like a child, these are those memories)))