I do not understand why the photo of a cute and sexy girl on the backdrop of a cult structure, insults the feelings of believers, and the fattening shoulder of the pop with the dear Mercedes on the same background - does not insult.

XXX: This is not serious. In the elevator you need to enter with a shotgun forward, before throwing a grenade there. Suddenly, there was a madman hiding there.



YYYY :

Throwing a grenade

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I entered with a shotgun.

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The doors closed

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The grenade exploded.



Zzz: The grenade killed the crazy as planned

I had a date with a girl, walked a little and decided to go to the cafe, and there military pilots celebrate the day of aviation (the day of receipt). And so it turned out that in addition to my girlfriend, other girls/women, except the waitresses, were not in the cafe. They sat down, ate, drank a little and at the end of the evening she said, "What a good place here, what a male flowery, I'll go here!“”

The minimum pension is paid to those who lived fairly. and vice versa.

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Nothing gives a neofit among fans in figure skating like the phrase "Look, she's only 15, and she's already jumping four!"

I will remind those who are far from all this - the figurist has a special moment in their development, what in the English-speaking world is called sweet spot. This is the age when their physical condition already allows them to push well, but puberty has not yet arrived, and the body is still childish - light and compact. The effect is stronger if the girl is small.

In most girls, the body begins to change at 13-15 years of age - they gain weight, change shapes, there is a hormonal shift, affecting the body. And in psychology. For many caregivers, their careers end here, and they never go into adult sports. But it happens that puberty comes later - in this period, 15-16, less often than 17 years, they as figurants come to the peak of their shape. At this point, if they are well prepared, they can jump three quadrades (fourths) per performance. Then, of course, nature will take its own, and at 18, this same girl will not be able to jump four at all. This achievement is temporary.

Ethery Tutberidze, of course, is an outstanding coach, but the essence of her approach is to find such girls, to drag them as much as possible for a specific age, and then, when the figure begins to change - to throw them out for a wash. In the language of figure skating, it sounds like “passing to another coach.” What else can they do if they can’t do anything anymore. At the age of eighteen, are you still on the side?

The first was Yulia Lipnitskaya. And as a success - the peak of her shape came at the Olympics in Sochi, where she became a champion in team competitions. Lipnitskaya was then 15, and the domestic media just went crazy in search of epithetics capable of expressing their enthusiasm. The most usable was “genial” in all sorts of variations. It is July 23 and not everyone even remembers it anymore.

Do you know what happened after the Olympics? If not, I will tell you. Lipnitskaya began puberty, she gained weight, the proportions changed. On this background, a conflict developed with Tutberidze, and she left Urmanov. However, it could no longer reach its former form. This led to a nervous breakdown, depression and an attempt to lose weight at any cost. As a result - anorexia, from which she was treated for three months in a clinic in Europe. Then she decided to end her career. She was 19 years old at the time.

After Lipnitskaya was Medvedev, then Zagitova. Both were also classified as "geniuses", both have already completed their careers. If so, I am 19 years old. Then came the line of "genial" Trussova and Shcherbakova. At 17, they continue to perform, but the status of the main genius has already passed to Valyeva. However, for a short time - in six months, Sophie Akatyeva will be 14, she will be admitted (likely) to the PR and this fairy tale about the white bull will start again.

As you can see, the "genius" on the pedestals are replaced with kaleidoscopic speed. This is literally a caliph for an hour. The time of your light is two years. If you have Olympics, you are lucky. Records of the past in the number of victories (Slutskaya won the European Championship 7 times, Sonja Heny and Katarina Witt - six) are now impossible. It was all in quads. As long as you can jump them, you are interested in someone.

But this is only the top of the iceberg. Below, there, under the burning stars in an instant - dozens of girls who will never get their chance because they have not had time to get to the necessary level before puberty. Their fate does not care anyone at all. But many of them would have been more bright if they had given them time.

In addition to the understandable ethical problem, this entire conveyor is provoking something more serious, close to crime. Young bodybuilders’ coaches are very tempted to expand this sweet spot to get more time to prepare. This can be done in two ways - by accelerating muscle building in the "girl" age and postponing the onset of puberty. Unfortunately, modern pharmacology is able to "help" in both cases.

I’m not going to blame anyone, but it’s obvious that sooner or later this gun will shoot. In fact, the accusations in this already spread, but the scandals have gone. Although specifically for Tutberidze, this does not make much sense - it is easier for her to change girls, like gloves, sending the mature to the landfill of the history of figure skating.

But in my opinion, this system is deeply vicious and you need to send it to the landfill. In the summer, the issue of raising the age limit for figurists to 17 years will be discussed. In my opinion, we need to go even further, and prohibit participation in adult competitions until 18. For adult women to compete with each other, and no one had the incentive to ruin their lives. It is then that we will see real, not momentary, geniuses, then there will be real legends that do not exist now. Only then will it become clear who has the technique and artistic, and who has just puberty delayed.

I am concerned about the promotion of non-traditional values in our society.
Lovers of torture, bribery, wars, murders and landings of innocent people, multinationals, corruptors negatively affect the spiritual and moral state of society.

The official, who instead of “the cow” says “big cattle,” should not be called “man,” but “fat talk primate.”

For many years, writer Samuel Langhorne Clemens - Mark Twain - was the world's most famous American, much more famous than the American president.
Tourists came to America to watch the Niagara Falls and writer Mark Twain.
Mark Twain, because of his, though sharp, but often long language, not once had to take challenges for a duel. Fortunately, everything ended well, both for Twain and his opponents.
One day, during a duel with the editor of a newspaper, Twain, who had never held a gun in his hands until that day, asked his second to show him "how it is done."
The second, a great shooter, without targeting, shot the bird that flew high in the sky.
A dead bird fell to the legs of an enemy preparing for a duel.
He looked at the bird first, and then on Twain, and asked the second, "Who did this?"
“Twen,” he replied. "You can't fight this man," said the frightened editor to his second, "it would be a suicide!" and, dropping the gun, he took an uneven step toward the standing Twain to ask him to accept his apologies.
On the day of his funeral, his contemporary, Wilber Nesbit, would say, “The only sorrow that Mark Twain has caused the world is that he is dead.”

If Putin wants to invade, it is necessary now, while the earth is frozen. Who will let him go afterwards?

Skill is a realized talent.

Not always the heroes are those who sharply shoot the enemy. Sometimes a hero can become a military who refused to obey an order. This is the story of a general who became a hero because he refused to fight.

In the first photo below is the hero of the Kursk Arc and many other key battles of the Second World War, Lieutenant General Matthew Shaposhnikov. But his name entered history not because he bravely fought under Kursk, and not because his brigade first forced Dnieper. His main feat was and will forever remain the refusal to shoot a peaceful demonstration of workers in Novocherkassk in June 1962. Despite the repeated orders of the chiefs to shoot at demonstrators on the bridge across the Tuslov River, Shaposhnikov categorically prohibited subordinate tankers and motorcars to open fire. “I don’t see in front of me such an enemy that should be attacked by our tanks,” he replied to Mikoyan, a member of the Politburo of the CPSU Central Committee, and switched off the raid.

Workers of the Novocherkassk power plant went on a demonstration because the day before they were announced a reduction in wages by 30 percent, at the same time the radio an increase in the price of products in the USSR by 30 percent too. On their way to the CPSU, the demonstrators carried posters with Lenin’s portraits and communist slogans.

The only “crumble” slogan was the poster “Khrushchev – on sausage!” When the gunmen who guarded the hill opened fire on the people, Shaposhnikov tried to stop the slaughter, but these shooters were personally ordered by the district commander General Pliev and the shooting continued until the square was literally overwhelmed by bodies of men, women and children. It was almost a complete analogue of the Nicholas Bloody Sunday. One of the junior officers, realizing the scale of the tragedy, immediately shot himself on the square.

Shaposhnikov was dismissed from the army for not obeying the order and expelled from the CPSU, but after that he began to spread letters with information about the Novocherkas tragedy in the country and the world. Thanks to him, the shootings of workers were learned abroad.

The party is transformed into a car driven by a bad driver, often drunk violating the rules of street traffic. It is time for this driver to take away the rights and thus prevent the disaster.”

It is extremely important for us now that the working people and the industrial intellectuals understand the essence of the political regime in which we live. They must understand that we are under the worst form of self-government, relying on enormous bureaucratic and armed force.”

“We need people to think instead of the blind faith that turns us into living machines. “Our people, in short, have become a politically unrighteous international fool, as they have never been.”

These words sentenced him to a long opal and even prison. Shaposhnikov was accused of treason to his homeland, and only thanks to the patronage of Marshal Malinovsky, who fought with him on the Kursk Arc, the charges were lifted. All his life the general executed himself for not turning his weapons against the murderers in military uniform and not standing on the side of the workers. He was the only Russian officer who refused to shoot at his own people.

General Lieutenant Shaposhnikov survived the Soviet Union, was fully rehabilitated and in his last years great respect from colleagues and residents of Novocherkassk. He remained in the people's memory as a war hero who for the first time in his life refused to execute an order. The one who did not shoot.

In Kiev, the wind is northeastern, the probability of Putin’s invasion is 30-35%, feels as 95-146%

XXX: I was so forgotten that in the morning, when I put a turkey with coffee on the plate, I only remembered it in the evening. But because I forgot to turn on the tiles, it all went.

What is it like not drinking vodka? Put in the mouth without swallowing.

A customs officer at the Tokyo airport asked me to come. His screen illuminated my suitcase, where five bottles of vodka were clearly visible.
What there?
and medicines. for me. The Russians.
This is JAPAN! Go by.

So in 1995 I got into a wonderful country. With a variety of Russian nuclear power plant workers. In the early 1990s, the international community, frightened by Chernobyl, paid the Russians for training around the world. That, therefore, they learned the mind there, and no more reactors melted. Minotaur began to fade. In all kinds of United States-Canada, France and Sweden, Moscow officials first took off, then their children, then - friends and secretaries, well, the real practices were only accidental (I was personally offered to go in just a week; I barely had time to put a visa).

The Japanese trip consisted of visits to various nuclear power plants. Going forward, I will say that the technical result turned out to be zero. Aside from discipline, nothing of what we saw would have suited us, and one of us by the way even predicted the possibility of the Fukushima accident, which occurred 16 years later (on that day we lazyly digested lunch, going out to the sea, near the Karavazako-Kariv Station, when someone noticed: "But if a healthy tsunami fucking, it can come shit." The others thought and thought importantly). But I am not about that.

There were two translators with the group. The Japanese are old. Growth from sixth grade. Invisible and working, they alternately did their difficult work. I got along with one of them. So it turned out that after the first three nights of drunkenness I realized that I would die, and bound with vodka without a snack and chorus "Oyya, you oysya" in the hotel room. Immediately I got to sleep, wash, and spend thirty minutes in the lobby, drinking a cool coffee, and considering familiar words in English newspapers. That translator had come earlier and was happy to answer my questions about Japanese life. And I explained to him the terms that were met at the courses. He captured them instantly, and in the afternoon, instead of boring descriptions of unknown words, it shone with "iodine hole" and "Hoyat".

These two, I repeat, were very polite and modest. But sometimes even their restraint failed. We were wild. Especially during the cultural program, when meeting with locals in restaurants, or on weekends went on excursions. The inner rope rolled. I saw when, at some sharp outburst of one of us, for a moment their faces stopped smiling on duty, and for a moment there was an expression of some crazy fatigue. In those morning conversations, I tried to apologize and explain the situation to my Japanese interlocutor. He always agreed.

But one day an incident happened that changed everything. We were taken to some kind of museum, like a landscape. Atomic specialists (under the flies, as usual) roared over the nonsense of the Japanese, who did not invent cotton pants instead of kimono, drank liquid tea from curved cups, and made windows and doors from paper. Rare locals whispered a loud goot. My translator just squeezed his lips. But here we approached the illuminated sheet with hieroglyphs. The translator said that this is a very beautiful example of Japanese poetry. This book was written by the mother of a suddenly dead child. It is very touching, and in translation it sounds like this:

No one is more
Making holes in paper windows.
How cold it is in the house!

Someday it became quiet. I asked to translate again. The people heard what they heard. And then the two-meter-high, loudest and eternally submissive uncle (like from the harsh "Majak") somehow swallowed, shrugged his face, and silently cried.

And in the morning the translator was thoughtful and said something polite, confusing and strange. I just realized that it was not yet lost...

I propose from the deputies of the DG to form a battalion and be the first to send to the war, if it starts, but be sure to attract the gardens.

For those who sleep before lunch, the morning is always good.

The last year of the last millennium. This was my first spring expedition to the Arctic. April, around white and white, daytime bright sun and heat under -25 degrees, at night huge starry sky, often polar radiance and cool, up to -40. Sometimes a purple flies and then everything is white not only on the ground, but everywhere, such a 3D-white world. Our task is to drill several wells at a point located 400 km from the village. To get there and work there takes 3 weeks. A sanitary-tractor train is equipped - a tractor-blatant is headed, a residential balcony, a sanitary with equipment and a drill, behind - another sanitary with a generator and fuel. All this thunderstorming structure is slowly rolling over snow tents up to a half-meter high and, swinging through the dry snow, with a speed of 10-15 kilometers per hour slips where it needs to be. Driving hard - every couple of minutes on each snow flood, a beam with a ugly scroll rises a little up, and then crashes down with a short thunder. We slipped in one direction for almost 4 days... Smokers sometimes climbed in the open door of the balcony, and smoked, but this was considered dangerous – it was possible when the balcony fell again from the swelling to not hold back and fly out of board. Sometimes, when the movement slowed down a little, you could jump out on the hard snow and run next to the slippery balk, melt. However, running around for a long time was difficult - although speed and small, but running on uneven snow is very uncomfortable.
To get a little distracted, I often sat with the tractorist in the cabin and monitored the direction of our movement via GPS, because there are no landmarks around, especially if it runs.
So, we sit somehow with a tractorist, driving in a light purge to the north. The darkness begins. Everything is shrinking and shrinking like it has been lately. The tractorist turns to me to ask something, and suddenly I see his eyes expanding, looking somewhere past me, and he begins to point with his beard and nose to the side, without removing his hands from the lever. I look around, expecting to see UFOs, snowmen, a grandmother in a stupa, or something else, but I see an even more surprising thing – in a parallel course, making giant jumps on the snowflakes, the tractor is hitting the door! The door swings a little, then slides, then stands up almost vertically, but persecutes us persistently! I was slightly stunned by an incomprehensible horror, I turn to the tractorist and understand that he is about in the same state trying to increase the speed so that it does not catch us. But the door continues to bear behind us, and at some point, through the hustle of the diesel and the hustle of the hooks, we clearly hear that the door is very loud and very loud! I scream to the tractorist, "Stand up!" because the alien door should not be able to express it, so it's its own door, suddenly it needs help (although it's unclear how to provide first aid to the door? Has anyone taught that? When the tractor almost stopped, the door caught us and the plush fell on the snow. And on it fell our Chief Engineer, who was bringing this door into motion. He rolled and breathed like a cough thrown on the shore, smiled meaninglessly and continued to quietly mate. We brought him on the door to the balk and sprinkled with tea for more than an hour.
As the investigation showed, the Chief stood with the door open and, holding it, smoked. The people in the balk are who dryh, who read... On the next smash the door was knocked down from the cock and it crashed next to the balk. The chief, as a diligent owner, could not allow the loss of a strategically important door and jumped out after it. Having raised it, he realized with horror that it did not change the situation: now the balok has lost not only the door, but also him. It was meaningless, and when the closing sails passed by him, the Chief made a somewhat strange, but quite obvious decision from his point of view – he grabbed the door in a clutch and rushed with it to catch the tractor. Running with the door is not easy at all, and especially in the dark on uneven snow, melting hands in all directions. To drop the door and catch the tractor The main thing didn't even come to mind - he and the door were inseparable. He managed to do the impossible – he almost surpassed the tractor and at the same time rearranged it to be noticed! Back, we hanged the door for three... The chief after that another year two did not smoke, said that it does not work: as soon as the cigarette gets, so the hands themselves to the width of the door are spread.

Did you know that Russia will be able to last for five years without selling oil and gas — just by seizing governors and officials and confiscating their watches, pens, cars and baggage bags.

XX: I am even ready to give up citizenship. The main thing is to get citizenship in a rotten western country, so that I assimilate their bad culture and destroy their foundations from the inside. Viva the Revolution!



YYY: The children of deputies are already busy with this