A practical woman will marry a goat if she has a lot of cabbage.

The German Road
My old, yet well-functioning refrigerator, I gave to an even older, but also still working old grandfather - our concierge. And man is pleasant, and I do not drag to the wash. The refrigerator is great, only the door is crashing. The old man studied the problem through his thick-walled glasses and quickly saw the ways to solve it:
- Here and here I will swing, I will twist the loop, I have the gates left. The door
It will be for the century.
My grandfather’s mood rose and for the first time in his life he wanted to talk to me about something more than “hello”:
- My son-in-law will take him to the village, to the Smolensk region. There we have as
The German road has become harder for the winter. Go through the sky... another.
There is no road to us anyway.

I don’t leave, I understand that the conversation needs a bit of support and I ask:
And why was the German Road built by the captives?
My grandfather smiled:
Of course the Germans built it, but not the Germans.
The prisoners.
When they in their forty-first pearls in their tanks on Moscow, our woods and broken. formed a medium. No way, but still a road. We’re driving it so far. She saved us little boys, at forty-six, from starving death.
How I saved?
And here is so. There is one difficult place - a turn from the oak and immediately into the
The gorgeous. Bitter small, but steep and in front of it after turning not
You will disperse. Three trucks passed a day, maybe four.
But every second was stuck on that rise in liquid dirt. The driver back.
Go ahead, nothing so much. So it wraps, looks around, torments with
Half an hour later, our band came in. Puppy - Years
Six by seven. All five people. We say, “Uncle, how do we get you out?
Do you drink dirt? »
If he was here for the first time, he laughed, not believing that we could help, but promised something, and what was not the first time, they immediately gave.
We clothed the whole crowd half Tuesday, crashed and so slowly on the very outskirts of it and pulled it out.
For the work they received: from whom an apple, from whom a cooked egg, from whom a papyrus. After that, the bulbs could be exchanged. Whatever they gave, honestly, they shared a little to the whole company. The hunger then was fierce, and we for the whole day, if anything on the German road to go, maybe even bring to my mom.
If the driver had nothing at all, he gave at least a picture with Marika.
Rick from the trophy magazine, we pulled him out anyway.
I remember coming home, from feet to head in dirt, only the eyes shine.
The mom defended.
Oh, we were lucky fools that we did not get caught then and our mothers were not transplanted for ten years for sabotage against the national economy.
What is diversity, what is diversity? On the contrary, you helped.
Remove the car from the dirt. A piece of bread, but all.
No matter. What is bad?
At this time, a woman with a wheelchair entered the entrance, the grandfather on a half-word instantly cut off, depicted a poster - "Don't talk - the enemy is listening" and began to wait while the mommy is digging in his mailbox.
Finally, the elevator silenced an unwanted witness, who could
"to knock" on the concierge in the NKVD and the grandfather continued, but was much quieter:
What to plant for? You are as naive as the drivers.
I was the oldest in the company, I was already ten.
Over the road hanged a thick branch, underneath it only a half-tork was placed. And on that branch I was lying and clinging to the truck body of the passing truck. The coaster was tied to the branch with a thick rope.
The tree wandered, dragged, I almost flew from it, but the car always boxed properly, and how much does it need? She barely slipped into the dirt. When the driver went out to see what was going on, I picked up the rope back, he in the cabin – I clinged again.
We were lucky that one day a truck broke the rope and took our feeder forever. Sooner or later, we would...

P.S

Rejoice my competitors and jealousy, and do not cry for me lovers of my stories, but this is my extreme story on this site.
I did everything I wanted here (in the sense of creativity and in the sense of first place in the ranking) Now your turn, thank you all and stay happy.

A special thanks to Karabas Barabas - Dmitry Werner.
Whoever misses my stories, I ask for mercy to me.

With respect Grubas

The latest American fighter of the fifth generation, created by the Stells technology and under the curtains of the electronics, is worth unbelievable money... Almost like laying a kilometer of asphalt in Moscow.

I(15:10:45 15/11/2011)
This is just sitting on a diet, as someone must pull the cake.

C(15:22:00 15/11/2011)
Who is this shit?

I(15:24:43 15/11/2011)
Someone gave it to the accountants. And they were on a diet and gave us. That is normal!! And we are not on the shell diet, we said. The cake was eaten.

If a person in Peter turns on a twist when reconstructing, he seems to say “I asked.” And if in Moscow - "I warned".

Status in contact:
Appreciate people who come in those moments when it’s not bad for them, but for you.
The commentary:
of the courts?)

Women are divided into two categories: "why do I give you" and "nough you give me".

I called my husband. I ask: Do you love me so much? The answer is: buy it. This is true marital understanding.

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Almost stumbled
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I fell into my own trap.
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I clean up here, so I found the pen - I began to look at which are written and which are not.
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I pressed to get the strap out.
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I barely got out of the shit.
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Pen - shocker, bleat... works again, fuck!

I sit in the inette at night, Dad comes with a confused look:
"I am Figeu, there was no one at home - the controller from the calf disappeared - and the cat is nowhere.
The thieves came and took the most precious thing – the controller and the cat.

xxx [8:28]: yesterday the wife at the meeting went to school-there read a note about the refusal of vaccinations of this content: Please do not give my son a large dose, he has me alone

The xxx:
I dreamed today that the alarm clock is ringing and I do not pay attention, it is not yours... but it turns out to be real my alarm clock was and I slept.

My mother and I went to the market to buy meat and fish. I remained to smoke. I go into the room and look for her.
Something stopped by the counter with meat, looked around. The seller comes and asks:
Q: Are you looking for something?
I honestly answer her.
Oh yes, mom...
I will never forget that expression of the face.

At the request of the government to improve interaction with sedentary groups of the population (disabled persons), a call button was installed. After 2 weeks we were fined, for the failure of the project to this button, lack of conclusion
expert on the need to install a button, for the absence of the conclusion of the design office on the impossibility of installing a panda, for the absence of a barrel over this button, for the absence of agreements with the regulatory authorities on the installation of this button!

I adore my colleagues. The secretary, going out to smoke, locks the director in the office at the key. I may not escape)

Before I was born, I thought the worst thing I could lose was a laptop!

On the website of the online store:

The game set "The Sheep Family" consists of four
plush figures of fun whites: moms, dads, daughters and
The son.

Anita 12:00 - the second day I try to call the secretary on the office mobile. I looked at the phone number on my business card. Recruiting is busy. SMS comes, the subscriber speaks. After a minute, the SMS arrives and the subscriber stops the conversation. I call right away, I am busy. I get the SMS again... again... And so yesterday 6 times... and today 4 times. I think, well, the secretary talks all the time, even the evil took. I called her personally, asking that there is so much work, I can't call. She is silent all morning. I am in shock, how. I call the second day. Give the number. Not that one. He asks. Where got it? I'm on my visit card. pause in the air. I'm fucking... this is my number. I call myself on the second day and I can't talk.
The color of hair is justified. The cockroaches in the head applaud standing!

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I don’t like champagne because of its craziness. It hurts quickly in the brain.
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Especially when it comes with vodka.

Sometimes I was alarmed by an enthusiastic review about contraceptive pills with an attribute in the commentator's profile "Anfise for 3 years 3 months. 2 months 2 days ago"