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Angara: Everything is correctly written!! All the pets! Idiots are fucking.
You run through Siberia, keep silent. It was the first time I saw the rivers talk.

The slug of the sorsal positive from personal experience, or direct darkness in posts and a complete lack of faith in people :)



of 1993. I am standing at a stop in Baku. The late evening. The trip is almost over, there is no money, the bus too. Braking a car, driving a grey man.

Where to go, son?

“Thank you, dad, there is no money.

Is everything in life about money?

brought for free.



The year 2002. of China. I sit in a street cafe in Harbin, read a Russian book, drink beer. There is another bottle here.

I did not order.

It’s from the neighbor’s table.

I see the Chinese sitting, shaking their hands, shouting, “OK! “”

Send them two bottles.

I have four answers.

I didn’t compete any more :)



The year 2005. of Bolivia. I go to the old town (also in the evening). Three men guard the road. And I only have $10 in my pocket, although for Bolivia it’s a bubble. The main thing is not to be offended. I come closer. One says to me:

You won’t go anywhere, sir.

(Of course of course.

“Today is my daughter’s wedding, everyone should drink at her.

The next three hours were very busy.



The year 2005. The United States. I went into a small town in the countryside where I needed it. I went to the store to ask for the address.

Do you need Dr. Adams?

Oh yes mom.

It is 5 miles from here. My son will take you.

“Well, Mom, I’ll call a taxi.

Just relax, sir, you are in Arkansas.



The year 2006. The funeral of former President of Serbia Slobodan Milosevic in Pozarevac (not positive, but nevertheless). It is not allowed to take close photos of the catapult. I try to sleep. A policeman appears.

Please leave the fence.

I only have a couple of images, no objective takes.

Sorry it is forbidden.

I am from Russia.

Take a picture, my Russian brother. I thought you were German.



The year 2006. NATO base in Afghanistan. The Russian-Ukrainian press conference. Everyone was already hungry, because the Ukrainians brought the whisky. We tell an anecdote. knock at the door. At the threshold - a natoviec in glasses, a maika and cowards, thin. It starts by preventing us from sleeping. People agree and apologize. But the NATO is offended by the world and says, "You Russians have a low morality in general." Here two Ukrainians rise at once - one from Ternopil, the other from Zhytomyr. The one who is from Ternopil, the size of three of me.

What did you say about the Russians? The thermostat says.

Go here! Requires a jelly. Okay go here!

We calmed them. The Nato did not come in.



The year 2011. of Georgia. I went to a wine factory near Telavi, just went to photograph. As a tourist, he did not present a passport. They let go, they show it. Then they say the director asks to come in. I went in and there was a bottle.

I want to drink for the friendship of Russia and Georgia.

How not to drink.

Now for your parents.

You will not refuse either.

Now for the great Russian people.

by God. And no one will save.

I do not remember how I left.



Such stories are a lot. There are also non-alcoholics :)

Idiots cannot be taught. An idiot cannot be challenged or brought to clean water. Because the idiot is barred from reality by a thick layer of a slippery, disgusting smell of substance called demagogy. It scares the enemy. And it protects itself from it, crawling out of the seemingly chain of facts and logic.
Try to teach, expose or challenge! No matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you persevere, he cracks. You are just cheating.
Per that’s why those of us who are lucky enough to grow up don’t waste their time arguing, if, of course, it’s not a question of life and death.

More here :
here here :

XXX: Return the Poklonska to Ukraine

Only a barter. We will send Savchenko back to you.

I imagined this heartbreaking scene on the bridge: harsh people in gray coats, ringing silence, tension literally spilled in the air, and here... The exchange took place, the two figurants in a quick step headed to the cars, blissfully dropped on the back seat... phone phones got out and started tweeting all kinds of shit.

-- Around the moment of their meeting in the middle, behind the picture there is a scream: "Brow the bridge!"

From the hub, from the discussion of blocking the online diary for the banner 18+:

franzose: Ai-ai-ai, #onizedeti and #yezemati These kids know all porn without you thanks to the internet. Do you want to ban the internet?

Jef239: Could it be better to ban women immediately? They are still naked under their clothes.

@rost_brat : Students come to our factory to practice at work
They were arrested for paperwork.
They were dealing with me with special services.
So here
I don't know which of them did it, but the handwriting was the same.
I appeared there.
Bedding (instead of clothes)
Shoes for the soul (instead of the soul)
and most importantly
Mining helmet (instead of helmet)

zzz: How much of your total family income do you spend on food?
XXX: Well, 80 percent
Zzzz: You seem to be earning little.
No, I eat too much.
Alexandre, and how much of your family income is spent on food?
Zzzz: Well 30 percent.
XX: Where do you put the rest?
Zzzz: Here’s what you’re asking me every night.

True godlessness must be in the shower. He does not need mediators in the form of popes and poor believers. A true wicked and anti-clerical does not need to be heard by the pope. He does not believe in his soul. Those who say that for unbelief it is necessary to go to church and appeal to the popes – or to the Orthodox forum – with the scream “You are all lying” – he is simply trying to introduce mediators into genuine atheism and to profit from unbelief. This is the same hypocrite that Yeshua Ga-Nozri never spoke of. Silently believing, not telling anyone about it and not imposing your atheism - this is the true godlessness that after death turns into a fox!

<yuri> Moscow is full of people who have never been to Red Square.
In Moscow, the Red Square is full of people who have never been to Moscow. and :-)

I go to work, I don’t touch anyone. For a couple of quarters from the institution I see a car accident with a familiar car - stopped, ask no need to help. He said goodbye and walked around the cars. The case of life - the focus of the acquaintance entered the back of a pink machine with the inscription Blonde. Next to the injured machinery nervously smokes a tough man of the biking outdoors. I say :

- It seemed easy to get rid of - the bumper to replace and all... And where is the blonde?

The man throws another cigarette and nervously reports:

The blonde will beat me in the legs when she comes back from the birthplace.

xxx: For example, I go with the kids, I see a bunch of babies standing around the bench (I counted them 9) and rushing across the street. We approach closer and I see one of them in the hands of a tablet. They are looking at something. But the outcry killed me and said, “Look, look, I’m not going to behave like that.” It is not easy" It is scary to think what they looked there.)

>download rights is having category B to learn on C

Written with a pen, you can’t cut it off with a tail.
Written on the Internet, you will not cut off the machete!

In a conversation about the quantity of things, the wife once said:
I suffer from minimalism.
Is it how?
I have little.

XXX: Return the Poklonska to Ukraine

Only a barter. We will then send you Savchenko back.

If the EA did the tetris, it would look like this: the Unreal Engine of the latest version, thousands of polygons for each figure, explosions when filling the line, dust, fog, scratches of figures, a photo-realistic background. Detailed training at zero speed. A couple of days after the release - dlz with speeds 3-5, then dlz with skins, then dlz with 6-8 speed, another dlz with skins and background, bagfix, dlz with skins, and only then dlz with palka.

On the maile on the main hanging news: "Balled puppies do not have a career". It feels like it was written by Boyarsky about the growing generation.

My father told me this story, that a friend of him went to rest in Romania, there met the countrymen and they decided to mark this matter, drunk well in the bar and broke up on the rooms in the hotel. In the morning comes for breakfast, and there are only Russians sitting there, no foreigners. He asks the service staff why there is no one, and he is answered that it turns out that there was an earthquake at night and all the Germans, English and French started to order the bus to the embassy and leave, and the Russians are asleep, you can't wake them up. After a friend of his father and says, "I felt that I was swallowing, I think, they got drunk, that even lying swallows."

What calls

xxx: I read the city of Nevinnomyssk as Nevinnosymsk. A great top named.

I remember, an army acquaintance from Stavropol called it "Nemytosvinsk".

One writes about despair and existence without joy.

The second asks: Did you check the iron? Iron deficiency leads to loss of strength.

Thirdly I agree. Normal iron, a couple of toys on it on ultimate settings, a couple of beer boxes and you can live a week / another.