We once left the hotel in Turkey, the time of departure, let’s say, at 12, at 11:30, I decided to go quickly into the shower, I go out (now I don’t remember, in a towel or even without), the door opens with a key, the grandmother enters and says, “we’re coming here after you, we’ve already given the key, I’ve come, you’ll soon release the room?”

A acquaintance told me. My grandmother told me as a child that you can’t collect money on the street – they can be thrown in order to transmit disease. Sometimes in the second grade we go with a classmate from school, and we see that there is a thousand rubles around the store - huge money at the time. I didn’t take, arguing my deed with grandmother’s instructions, and a friend took it. When I came home and proudly told everyone about it, my sister and mother shouted and called me an idiot, and my grandmother was silent and didn’t know what to say.

XXX: My son, as a child, was convinced that sellers were such special people, inseparably connected with the store. They work there, they live there. And when I told him that the seller's aunt has children and she goes home to them in the evening after work, he was very surprised... Moreover, the guardians in the kindergarten also go home in the evening. The doctors too. He was convinced that all these people were sleeping right at work, as slaves of their positions.

If you judge by the social networks, most read the quote of Chekhov “In a person everything should be beautiful: and the face, and the clothes, and the soul, and the thoughts” only up to “the face and the clothes”.

My husband and I went to the neighboring town for a market.

It was in those times when cars were locked not from a lock, but by turning the key in the lock. You could still press the fixer on the doors and shut down - the result is similar. This time we did so. We return with shopping to the car, and the husband still notices from a distance that on my side the window is opened: I forgot to lift the glass when I went out. The view of the unclosed window acted on the husband as a serum of truth. He immediately wiped out everything he thinks about women’s memory in general and about my girlfriend in particular. Think of a hole on two fingers and a scream on the whole universe. I humbly remained silent. Rarely a faithful man will have a happy chance of criticizing his spouse. So, such a wonderful occasion came up. Let it go.

Arriving at the car. The husband clamps himself in his pockets in search of keys, and in his pockets is empty. They pulled out? The seed? Yes, no, they are lying in the cabin on a panel under the front glass - the husband, when he parked, threw them there by inertia. Officially! My memory does not please him. What is the best?! I was almost broken from the righteous anger. My sophisticated manners, impeccable upbringing and innate sense of tact went in a certain direction, and I gave freedom to the nerves. This, of course, did not solve the problem, but it restored balance and harmony in the relationship.

We walked around the car, kicking hands. My husband picked up the wheels. Strange, the door did not open.

I need to hit the glass.

Under these circumstances, this seemed to be the only possible solution. But while my husband was chesting the surroundings in search of a rocky stone, a promising idea came to my mind. I pulled the rope out of the shoe, tied the cuff at the end, pushed into the gap over the glass, poured the fixer on the mushroom and stretched it into a non-working position.

What an eye!! What eyes had my husband when he came back with a stone and saw me sitting in the car.

Life on Earth seems to be continuing solely for the benefit of pharmaceutical companies.

If you close all the pipes out of the country, the ruble will be more expensive than the dollar.

In honor of the Day of the Lovers, the house of organ music will sound Mozart's "Rekvia."

It’s good that it’s not Chopin’s “True March.”

A fifth-year-old from Mystic, who exploded the Pentagon in the game Minecraft, is presented to the state award.

Bad sex is better than a good day at work.

Sometimes life gives occasional encounters and situations, such as a kind of visualization of gorics from Igor Guberman.
Tomsk, evening, I return to the hotel hungry. Next to it is a small bakery with different tastes. It all shines and captivates.
I go in. On the vitrines - a variety of cakes size somewhere 40 to 60 cm, which for buyers cut into pieces on their request. Among the hungry I am alone, behind the counter is a young girl who asks what I want. I choose for a long time, because everything is delicious, I want everything, but breaking out is not part of my evening plans. Finally, I pick up the unfinished cake and ask for a piece of it. The girl puts the cake on a large board, carries a huge knife over it and asks, “How much?” I throw my chances and ask for a quarter. The knife that started moving down, fades. “How many?” “The Quarter.”
The girl raises big eyes on me: "You know, I studied in school in three and I know how to cut only in half, I don't know the pieces. Do you take half?” Honestly, I did not expect this and was a little addicted when I looked at her. Then I pulled it off and asked, “Can you cut it twice in half?” “I can, if you show my finger.” Show me how to cut. She wraps my quarter and asks, “Can you tell me what the eight is? Here the grandmother comes alone, wants to take the eighth, and I can't cut her off, I don't understand, and she can't explain, immediately quarrels." He said that he just needed to cut three times in half, showed how. The girl drew the scheme on the paper and hid it, smiling: "Now our sales will rise! Thanks to you!”
And thank you, girl, for the craving for knowledge. And you are happy to eat eight, unknown to me grandmother!

Citizens of Russia all demand that Zhirinovsky be treated in Russia.

When I was a kid, I was convinced that people in the militants were really being killed. How can blood flow so naturally? I thought people were going to shoot in a fighting house in order to make money for their family.

and posthumously.

Nothing embarrassed me in my conclusions.

Xxx: Well, even kill me, I don’t understand how I can always meet beautiful girls. The appearance is the most usual. Not a shit, but nothing like that. Thin, not very tall. Yes, there’s a sense of humor, but I don’t think it’s just because of that. I sat in Bentley recently and was thinking about this.

People can differ in height - 1.5 times, in physical strength once in 4, in intelligence once in 30, but in income - 1000 times is not the limit.

I have a cousin, a beautiful but lazy girl. During his studies at the institute, he changed several boys. Only the matter came to joint living, almost immediately dropped guys: well, I did not want to clean up and cook, to set up a household, so to speak. All dreamed of overseas men, say there is no need not clean or cook, or at least do everything in turn.
And then on high school, she went to some student program in the United States for a year. So it stayed there, but the visa ended, and as far as I know, she lived there without any legal grounds. As I don’t know, don’t ask, but I lived and worked as a waitress in a barbecue and even bought some killed cage in credit.
Over time, I met a man there, met a little and started living together. In fact, the households were divided equally. She was in the seventh sky, all wrote to her brother what men there, how women appreciate. Until the month is over. Here her fellow resident and issued an invoice, this is what you bought, this is me, this is the invoice for renting an apartment, for utilities, all equal, half, in general, reduce the debit with the loan please. She was dumb, and there was no money. Then her ideal overseas man rushed for not being able to plan a budget and offered to borrow her money for a month and even without interest. And then she couldn’t stand it and arranged a classic scandal, with beating laptops of phones and everything else that got under her hands. The man did not wait until his head was broken and called the police. The most democratic court in the world ruled either immediate payment of damages (something about 10 thousand) deportation or prison. From the world by thread collected and sent her relatives the necessary amount. So broke my niece’s blue dream of perfect overseas men.

Rosstat has recorded an increase in Russian income in eight years.
About the record in 8 years growth of spending Rosstat modestly silenced.

XXX: The Day of the Surgeon. But it would be good to get stuck on the day when the salary is given.



Yyy: The bottom is clearly said

XX: It is very unpleasant to realize that only a dog is ready to walk with you. Just because he wants to fuck.

The people in the store have such faces, as if Rosstat did not declare the record in 8 years of income growth of Russians.