Having lived three and a half decades behind the polar circle, earned a privileged pension at a cottage or sand farm, her nephew moved to the middle strip.
The title "Northern" received immediately upon arrival, due to the acquired habit of not counting money and making gifts to everyone, by analogy - "brother from the north came."
Somewhat monotonous mode with polar night and polar day, changed in our band to a more acceptable rhythm for the body and added to it a lot of colors in the perception of the world.
She decided to organize a farm.
When she previously came on vacation, she brought every relative a whole fish smoked fragrance coat, and there were a lot of relatives.
But now I see, for local and district needed acquaintances, for those who give permission for construction, help to design and build, provide tribal animals and feed, a present - a salt coat.
Purely interesting :
Do you have direct fish supplies from Murmansk?
- Why from Murmansk, the price of the coat is the same as there, which is here. I buy at the wholesale base, wrap in the newspaper "Murmanski Vestnik" or "Kolske Slovo", here is the northern gift. Everyone praises, they say, you can’t buy it here.
When I moved, I brought two newspapers.

Russian men thank Apple for stopping sales before March 8

I don’t know how old I was at the time, but my dad was at work and my mom had to go out with my dog. I was afraid to stay home alone and decided to call my grandmother on the phone. I call the number the first time, I get the wrong place, the second, the third... Panic grows, the woman who took the telephone, at first just replied that I did not get there, but realizing that the matter is coming to tears, she began to talk to me. I don’t even remember what, but she talked to me until my mom came. So many years have passed, and I still remember this unknown woman with gratitude.

The case was in the 90s. My mom and dad were young and started living together. Dad at the time held one store on the radio market for the sale of components for the computer including monitors. The buyer comes. His friend in the store, on the contrary, says arguments in favor of the monitor he has, and his dad about the monitor he has. The discussion. And then my dad says, "I have this monitor for six months, I use it myself and don't believe it, it doesn't collect dust at all!"

The seller is in shock, the buyer too. How is it? This argument became decisive.

Dad comes home and tells Mom, "What a cool monitor, in addition to its basic qualities, he does not collect dust."

And his mother looks at him and says, “Andrei, are you stupid? I wipe it every week.”

After the alarming February and March in Russia, there is always an even more alarming October and November.

by Vasya Sidorova

Well well well. Not in every class. Well, at least in one of the “A”, “B”, “B”, “G” in each Soviet school was his Vasya Sidorov. An empty, stubborn look. In the children's room of the police. Take the little thing from the child. and so on. The whole set. The school dreamed when Vasya finished eighth grade and went to PTU. In our school, the council made a fatal mistake. Vasya Sidorova was left for the second year. The law on general secondary education has not been repealed. This meant a hyena of fire for those who were to learn with him, and a paradise for those who, having cut off Vasis dust from their feet, went on the light path of knowledge.
Tamara Nikolaevna Malceva, a history teacher who took Vasya, tried all of her pedagogical talents, like some moves began, but the next academic year ended. You had to release. The board did not fail this time. In the certificate with no shaking hand was placed "satisfactory" on all subjects. Vasa and the School went each their own way.
Tamar Nikolaevna rested well that summer. The first September is approaching. Once, walking with her granddaughter in the park, she met Vasya. He noticed her from a distance, smiled, shrugged her hands...
How are you living, Vasco?
Well well! You know, thanks to you I understood a lot...Now I went to school...
For the astronauts? (On the street of the Soviet Cosmonauts in our city there is a professional and technical school, where they prepare tinted painters, electricians... well, the elite...).
No is! In the sanitary! I have everything ahead!
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Bright memory to you, Tamara Nikolaevna! Teacher of God! Thank you to everyone who taught me.

We have stopped hundreds of flights and will soon cut our fleet by half.
And what did you do to fight global warming, you cursed Anglo-Saxons?

I got here in the hospital, I mean, I roll on the bed, I enjoy the benefits of the 21st century in the form of a laptop and the internet.

Call from the boss, said there is a possibility to zoom with the customer for half an hour?

No question, headphones in the ears and forward.

So, I sit, I mean, business like that, with a foam in the mouth that I rub the client. The door to the chamber opens (I sit with my back to the door next door), the nurse comes in from behind and pulls the cart in. Without looking back, like Garnett:

and Ivanov! Pop is ready!



Ivanov is me (the surname has been changed)...pop prepared for the wreck (and then it will start)...in the zoom there was complete silence, only the ugly, compressed laugh of my boss slipped...

Only oil and gas will be allowed to travel abroad.

The Leningrad Eskimo.

That summer I honestly bombed two shifts in the children’s camp near Chernigov and talked in my native town in the north in anticipation of September 1st.
There was nothing bad in the camp, but it was not fun. Nearly two kilometers to the river... all according to schedule. The leaders generally from Uzbekistan, Russian know poorly. Children were formed into units according to the principle: half of the northerners - half of the locals. And what is surprising, they were not all rooted in the principle of "Kohly-Russian". The hooligans were friends with the hooligans, the quiet with the quiet. In the senior units, the locals looked at pale northern women, our guys carried black-eyed wilds.
My mother ran away from work cheerfully and said:
Gather up! Tomorrow we will fly to Leningrad.
It was in her style. Then it was passed on to me. She made a spontaneous decision and never later regretted it. It turned out, her institute friend broke up with another caregiver and flew to Sochi from the caperang, and the apartment in one room in the center of Peter for ten days could quite allocate to our disposal.
I was very pleased with Leningrad. My mother made a program. Hermitage, Kunstkamera, Nevsky, Petropavlovka, Pavlovsk and others. The cruiser Aurora was on its last day. But it was Tuesday, a sanitary day.
“Well, we go to the summer garden... Don’t be upset, son! The next time!
(I have never been to Aurora.)
It was a sunny day, the beginning of August. My foot hurt. The furuncle on the right bed was swallowed, my mother from the morning overwhelmed him, putting on the ichthyol. At the entrance we bought an Eskimo for 11 kopecks. Sit on the bench. Leningrad Eskimo of 11 kopecks - still the most delicious in the world! It is a pity, it ends quickly. Asking for the second is useless. I had a tough mother. We were sitting on the bench, glimpsing at the rare August sun in St. Petersburg.
A company approached us from the entrance. Two sympotaches with long hair and a guy with a twisted xub.
I don’t want your ice cream! Distance to!
The guy stopped around us.
The boy! Do you love ice cream? On to!
He gave me two Eskimo sticks and ran after the girls. I looked at my mother...
Slowly or even cold in the throat.
The wonderful summer of 1967 ended.
How history divided us! In the direct and in the translated sense. Is it forever?

In order to bring in line with the requirements of Roskomnadzor, L.N. Tolstoy's book "War and Peace" was renamed "Special Operation and the State Man".

The mass mode smoothly moves into the armoured armor mode.

A friend told me. He is a Tatar by nationality.
I went to the sales department yesterday. There is noise, or. Two managers argue with the mouth foam, the rest split into two camps, support teams, someone quietly neutral in the side hides. The war is hot, the eyes are shed with blood in the killers. One is for Putin, the other for Ukraine and Europe. Words are no longer chosen. One, of course, Benderovets, the second Kremlin fascist. And I had to clarify the question one on the job, get them, distract them. They suddenly notice me and are interested in my opinion. I calmly tell them, when you Slavs kill each other, our time will come, and the great Turkish flag of the Malin Jihad will rise over Eurasia.
Both athletes and supporters shower together. Misunderstanding in the eyes turns into anger. Both are ready to hit me.
See how easy it is to reconcile you. We need a common enemy. You are brothers again. Find a common enemy, but not me, and stop this hoerga.

With a pickup.

Vladimir Vladimirovich, the rate of the dollar has risen strongly!
Why do you need dollars if you don’t have a place to fly?

I have a good smell. This has its advantages: when she lived with her demented grandmother, she saved the house from a gas explosion a hundred times.

The smell helps to choose restaurants to eat.

It helps to determine which store is worth taking meat - and which not. Right from the threshold. By the way, recently an unclear trend: a lot of meat smells very poorly.

I walked by the KFC every day. Different changes smell differently. Hear who normally changes the oil and who is lazy.

There are many curious cases - a colleague stands with you about a serious conversation for half an hour, then goes to the toilet for 2 minutes, goes out again with a serious face. And from him the sperm in the nose straight fucking.

To the smell of sweat I am already quite normal, as well as to the smell of garlic. What do you do with biology? Except for clinical cases. Sometimes a person’s sweat smells sweet. It smells hell. Some serious illness, probably severe diabetes (I only heard this smell in the subway, not from acquaintances).

And so I treated that odor: well, there is.

After a month, the smell went away. and fully.

And suddenly! and suddenly! I learned to communicate with people! I don’t know how to react to their emotions, how to behave. I work on old patterns. For a long time I thought I was mad. Then I realized it was a smell.

I probably defined many emotions by smell!

When the smell returned, people became voluminous again. So the smell needs to be taken care of :)

Remember, in which other country were placed for transparents with the text "Peace. No of War!“?

The wolf in the garden has a fighting friend Masha. Friends from the group.
I wake my son this morning. does not react. I pull the blanket and quietly tick my heel. Through a dream with a smile:
Well Maashaaa!

So, you wake up, and around war and epidemics. Probably the Middle Ages.

An unwavering fighter is a man who, even when sitting in a deep ass, assures himself that he sits with his head high.

I was one day on a train in a trailer car. After the intersection at the intermediate station, his colleague from the "main" composition visited our conductor. And I became an unwilling listener to the story of our guide. From the first person.
I’m constantly working on trailers. And under them distinguish cars, softly speaking, not the best quality. Here I got the car all in cracks, until the wind whispers. Winter, frost and coal heating. Topi - not topi, and on the move all heat blows out. He was upset and the passengers were complaining. No help from the management. In desperation, I spent part of my poor salary (the case was in the 1990s), bought a wide scotch and glued them all the gaps in the wagon. It became noticeably warmer in the car, the complaints stopped, everyone got well. Learned about this, the experience liked it. Purchased officially Scotch, drove one of the "black" wagons in the depot, began to hesitate. In the yard minus 30, in the depot not much warmer. To frozen metal Scottish stick categorically refuses. They send me a race from the office: “Discover the secret.” I have not revealed the secret without a goat. For a long time the leadership did not want to shake, but nothing to do - after a couple of days of torture brought the required. I say to them, "Read what is written on my wagon: "Orenburg-Taschkent." I go to Tashkent, there in January plus 10, I turn the wagon and return to Orenburg.