A little about tea

Worked in an expedition on a distant Arctic island (I will not reveal the details, because. All participants are still alive and can wash their neck for disclosure. The island is small, people 15 people, dining room in a large tent. The main group works near the camp, with several people, including me, riding routes across the island. We meet for breakfast and dinner. One of the central figures of the expedition (in addition to the boss, of course) is the mechanic Serega. It depends on the work of the diesel, the heat in the bath, and generally he is responsible for everything that should spin and emit heat and electricity. The mechanic has passed several drifting stations in the Arctic, worked more than once in Antarctica, character has a fun Nordic and calm, like his tractor DT-75. It is very difficult to irritate him, to cause an explosion - it is impossible, so the prolonged position war began completely unexpectedly - it turned out that he and I gently loved carcade tea. This wonderful drink (who tea, who compot) I loved because in its hot form its noble acid with sugar rejuvenated remarkably after heavy routes along the tundra. A similar effect on me was only produced by a thick barley barley, but in such a high latitude in the Arctic it was no longer found. Why the carcade loved the mechanic remained a mystery, apparently it was a simple true love that is inexplicable. The problem was that the carcade in our stocks was little, and Seregha had a priority, because it was not enough. He was the Chief Mechanic, and I was just a geologist. We drank carcade only in the evenings, strictly counting the leaves in someone else’s cup, but it didn’t get more of it... The stockpiles of the noble drink were evaluated by our cook in the week of its consumption by the whole composition. I had to temporarily unite with the mechanic and intimidate everyone else so that the carcade could not even dream. The period increased to 2.5 weeks, but on the backdrop of two months of work, this did not save the situation. Coincidence helped...

At the opposite end of the island was an abandoned polar station, the extensive warehouse of which we sometimes visited. In the 10 years after its closure, no one was there except the white bears. Even the ships did not enter here – far and icy. Therefore, with sufficient persistence, a lot of interesting things could be found. Here Serega once and once found... Bringing to the camp from the polar two barrels, liters each. We open for dinner one - dried onion. Urrra, now everything will taste three times better! Open the second – there is the carcade! No one even had time to kick, Serega immediately embraced the barrel: “My!” He nobly gave me all the supplies of our carcade and honestly made his only from a barrel. The smell of his drink was a little strange, but its color was even thicker than my, which Seregu was very pleased with. The mechanic swallowed the drink almost with cages, the leaves ate everything (as I did). The only thing that bothered him was that there was not the same acid, but everyone understood that for tea, which had been lying in a barrel among the bears for 10 years, it was probably normal. The rest of the people rejoiced for us, as they were already out of the carcade and did not claim either my or the mechanical. Silence and grace settled in the camp in the morning and evening.

Once, weeks after two, Serega approaches and asks, "Listen, and when you walk into the house on a barrel, what color do you have?" Normal, I say ordinary. “And I have dark red, the color of carcade...” Go to the doctor, I say, let him write you something or analyze what he will do... “No, I will not go, what he will be my carcade to analyze!” And did not go.

I was approaching the end of the second month, preparing for the transfer. My carcade was almost over, the mechanic’s excessive consumption of barrel tea led to the fact that he had already touched the bottom of the barrel. A couple of days before the helicopter he solemnly turned the barrel in the evening, rubbed the last teaspoons out of it into a cup and pulled for the teaspoon. “Oh, look, here some leaflet fell,” the voice of our beloved doctor heard. He picked up a small piece of paper that fell from the bottom of the barrel and read out loudly: “Packier number five. Dried shinked beetle.” Seregina’s hand froze over the table with a raised teaspoon. What is it???“!”
How the kitchen tent stood, no one knows yet. The table stood only because his feet were buried in the ground. The people cried and crawled between the chairs, tearing each other’s paper out of their hands and almost every oral “Packier number 5, beetle dried...” For the remaining two days, the bears walked around the camp, because there were regular screams from it, “Packier number five!” and the island began to tremble.
Serega has since not drunk the carcade entirely, although the color of the stream has normalized quite quickly. I love the flowers of the Sudanese rose and drink it.

So, the accused, what can you pay for your excuse?

Xxx: If all seasons of the series are based on a book, it might be good. But if the first 3 seasons were by the source, then the writers take the job. So yes, it goes off.



I guess this series with one try.

Xxx: Don’t give up. My wife and I have been sitting at home for the second week. No one in the apartment was infected. Personally, I even tried to get fucked sexually. It doesn’t take and it’s all there.



Yyy: Maybe you have a special immunity, for accurate results you need others to try too, it’s for the sake of science.

Feminism is a struggle for women’s rights and men’s responsibilities.

I had a kidney colic attack. This is when the stone is tired of sitting in the kidney, and it with battles breaks through the urethra out. The pain of hell. Whoever survived, can then sin in vain, still hell boilers and hot pots of new sensations will not add.

No pills from this attack help. An emergency or a hot bath. In boiling water, the ureter expands, the stone moves to the next plateau and gives a short rest.

We rented the apartment and the bathroom was unusual. very small. It was possible to submerge only the fifth point, and the kidney area is not. Apparently, the former tenants destroyed the native bathroom and put it in exchange for something cheaper. And the managing company does not care, according to the receipt, the bath is white with red spots one and in nature also one, everything coincides.

Nothing to do, I call the neighbors, Pasha and Mash. Do you have a normal depth bath? Can I fall? Not a question. She is home alone, her husband at work. I picked up the boil, boiled, it became easier. I went home and called an ambulance. Pacha then returned and went with me for moral support.

We sit and wait for the car, and suddenly Pasha begins to laugh.
You are what? I ask.
“Yes, I’ve imagined how tomorrow I’ll tell the men at work: I’m coming home, my wife is in a cloth and the naked neighbor in the bathroom is wrapping. I didn’t even touch the neighbor with my finger. Absolute truth, but what will they think of me?
Don’t tell me you didn’t touch my finger. Say that the neighbor then sucked blood and went to the hospital. Absolute truth too.

Orwell wanted to write a warning and wrote a method.

Lifehack: Learn to be a carpenter or a carpenter, and in 5-10 years you will be a highly-paid specialist in a society where millions of "programmers", "testers" and "video bloggers" will hardly earn their bread.

Recalling yesterday’s story about the guard dog:
52-53 years ago, we had to make raids on a huge collegiate garden 2-3 km from the city where we lived. They stole a little – a couple of apples to each who ate while they were going home. The garden was without a fence - it was a plus for our "work", the guard had a gun with "salt" - it was a big minus, but the guard was crumbling on one leg (seems to be wounded in the war) - it was a plus, but soon he took a medium-sized dog and patrolled a huge garden with it - it is a big minus. The dog, hearing or seeing from a distance 3-5 "robbers", flooded with a thunderstorm and rushed behind us, leaving a choking colleague far behind, and we, instantly forgetting about the apples, grabbed out of the garden. The dog knew the territory of the garden and never escaped beyond its border. But once he struck us by surprise and ran when we started jumping from the trees. Well, all, the cape came, we fossilized. And the dog, running with a terrible loudness, noticing that the guard does not see us (strongly backward), rushed to kiss us, chewing his tail amusedly. He obviously wanted to have a lot of friends. We smote him until we saw a guard going far away and then rushed home. The dog laughed joyfully and led us to the end of the garden.
After that, we never stole an apple in the garden again, because there was a friend!

If Putin did not assign the generals titles to 27-year-old press secretaries Shoigu, NATO would have done so.

Departure from the hospital after the birth of the child. The last inspection, everyone seemed to find out and then suddenly remembered the question that tormented me:

- Tell me, but the water for bathing directly from under the crane to take or better filter?

The doctor stopped at the door and thought about the answer.

Is this your first child? He asked.

We have stumbled.

Well, of course you should filter. And already leaving quietly added, or then you will be born a second and you will not be engaged in any nonsense.

I was dating a guy for 6 years, a proposal made, the child tried to do. Friends are getting married on August 25, he is at work, I call to not delay, you need time to change clothes and go to the restaurant. His voice is strange, thoughtful. I ask him what happened, he says everything is okay, everything is fine. But I hear something wrong. I persuaded him to tell what happened. It turns out he was at the guess, on the coffee he guessed, said that I had enchanted him and could not be with me. I am in a stumbling state, and I ask, and why do I go to her at all? We talked about not believing this nonsense. And the story is not simple: it turns out he wanted to sleep with one lady, he did not get up, and the witch for some reason I. I never saw him again, I took things when I was at work. The fuck knows what’s in people’s minds. But for the better, I don’t want to know in a couple of years that he’s sleeping with who he wants.

Less than a year of relationship. I was with him, he was with me. I didn’t see women’s things. Nothing is suspicious. From the morning today he writes that he will be busy all day so that I don’t panic because of his silence.

What is busy?

The Wedding

Their own? )

And whose else?

I waited five minutes for it to be a joke. 10 minutes. 15 is Nippon is not a joke. It wasn’t a joke, he jerked me.

A whole generation of EGE victims have grown up who have no doubt that the words "stenography" and "graphiti" are synonyms.

I don’t know why, but I remember something from my youth. She was quiet, adventurous, with constant attempts to look at the world from her own angle.
After 2 courses, we, geologists, were expected to practice at the Crimean field, where in two months we had to make our first geological map. We were looking forward to the practice, because we were already on the field after 1 course. Immersion in the profession in the Crimean mountains in the summer is a fairy tale!
Before the practice, a car with cargo (instruments, equipment, etc.) was sent to the base. Usually it was ZIL-131, which quietly reached the base in a couple of days under the control of Uncle Cole's driver, who went through more than one geological expedition behind the lamb. That year, for some reason, I decided that it would be boring for him alone and more fun with me. Long before the end of May I began to handle the curator of the course, that Uncle Cole needs a partner and an assistant, alone he will be difficult and dangerous. The curator of course understood that I just very much want to travel to Crimea by car, but he did not submit and agreed. Uncle Kolya, having met me on the eve of his departure as his uninvited savior, ordered me to appear by 6 in the morning at the last bus stop on the Kashir Highway before leaving the city, to have all his things with him and not to be late!
It was only possible to get there by 6 in the morning by a taxi, which I, as a student, didn’t even think of. So I put all the things in my backpack and set out late in the evening to spend the night somewhere under the bush and be at a stop at 6 a.m. I found the stop quickly, but where to stay here is unclear. Behind the stop a long fence, on the contrary - some kind of promzone, no decent bushes. As I realized, it started to rain. Dark, wet... I went to the industrial area, found some kind of concrete fence, grown with grass, and decided that there would be my house until morning. Everything around is wet, and despite the end of May, it is cold. I am a geologist! He threw the carpet to the ground, got the polyethylene film, which he usually used in the summer instead of a tent, and hid it. It rains on the film, it’s cold, the clothes are wet, but over time it’s stuck.
I woke up from what happened to me. I open my eyes – it’s night, it’s raining, nothing can be seen, but next to me someone is breathing and my foot is standing. I ask in the dark, “What do I need?” In response, silence, then some whirling, then they lay down on me. It is hard, uncomfortable, who lies - it is not clear what needs to be - it is unclear. The first magical thought that came to my mind collided with the smell that I finally felt—no, not female perfumes. He carefully pulled his hand out of the film and quietly began to explore the space around him. The idea was not confirmed again - instead of a gentle warm skin, he felt a wet rough wool. He slipped my hand and then bitten me a little. The first thought was finally gone – the teeth were inhuman. A pragmatic touch drawn in the dark 3D model of a huge fat dog (or wolf?She lay on me, using it as a carpet. In a laying condition, she was not much smaller than me and very heavy. She was slippery to lie on wet polyethylene, she was moving all the time, trying not to drive away from me, and it was impossible to sleep in such conditions. She didn’t want to talk to me, to leave, too: I was warmer than the wet soil. And I started to warm up under it. The ambiguous decision did not come immediately, but after a few waves and attempts to agree in a good way: I partially turned out of the film, the dog lay next to me on the carpet, after which I covered the film already with her together. It smelled of wet wool, but it was somewhat pleasant, not a dog; she laid my head on my arm, on which my head was lying. I warm her back, and she warms my stomach. In a dream, she shrugged, scratched, sometimes licked my hand, but it felt like something completely strange was dreaming of her... It was still 5 o’clock in the morning, and pretty soon I finally fell asleep, warming up and even drying a little from the dog.
The alarm clock ringed at 5-30 in the morning. It was sunny, the rain stopped, but it was still raining. Next to me, stretching out all the length, there was a large black dog lying on the right side and singing, similar to a Labrador, but much larger. I knocked her in the nose and said, “Dog, I need to get up!” She opened her upper eye, looked closely at me and removed my head from my hand. I carefully got out of the film, fixed the skeleton and looked around. It was the edge of the construction site, we slept under the fence, 100 meters to the highway. The dog continued to sleep. As I pulled out the carpet underneath her, I saw that it was really a dog, 5-7 years old, completely black. Where she came from here – it is unclear, there was not even a guard house nearby. Apparently, it was her territory, and here someone stuck without permission and fell asleep... I didn’t take the film, quietly covered the dog with it. She, without opening her eyes, licked my hand, turned over to the other side and shrugged again.
After 15-20 minutes, ZIL arrived at the stop where I was sitting. Uncle Cole seemed very surprised when he saw me here this morning: “Where are you from? Why does your dog smell? Have you hugged the dogs? The entire cabin will disappear.” While I was throwing my backpack into the kung, and then as we were leaving the city, I was telling Uncle Cole about my overnight stays under the fence. He didn’t believe it, but I was wet after the rain and smelled like a black dog. Until the end of the day we went south, we talked, he remembered his expeditions, I remembered my own, but no-no, and he smelled me. Closer to the evening, before overnight, he found some advanced refuelling, where he forced me to stretch the storm in the shower complex. Before sleeping he asked, “So what kind of dog did you say was?” Black, I say, I don’t know the breed, not the special. “And the truth is black,” he thoughtfully said, twisting his black hair between his fingers, “...he has fallen from your storm.” Then he looked at me and said, “You know, I specifically scheduled a meeting at that stop because I hoped you would be late and I would go by myself. I don’t like to ride, I’m used to it. And you still had time, and even with the dog almost born. We walked, we talked, and I thought about the dog. You see, you’re not a bad guy if even the dog believes you. I know, my whole life has passed with dogs.”
We arrived safely in Crimea. Later on, Uncle Coley and I rarely crossed, although it was warm, and 10 years later it was not. And I still remember the dog who believed me and the conclusion made by the old driver. I still try to conform to him.

As it turned out, the most terrible sanction is the return to the homeland of Russian oligarchs.

I’ve been tightly on drugs a long time ago (salt fucking). There were no plans for the future of life, even the door of the entrance was not closed, so that they would not break if I died. I saw a cat beaten on the street. The back legs did not work, the teeth were broken out, the mouth was burned. I don’t know why, but I took her home. He had nothing to eat, but the cat was housed. I started caring for her. And if I could eat with my friends, I couldn’t feed my cat with them. And I frightened for her. I took care of her treatment. I even went to work because of the cat.

In all this spray, I did not notice that I have not used it for many days. He began to live as a man. Over time I met a wonderful girl who became my wife and 3 years later gave me a son. Now your favorite job, family, friends... There are problems, but they can be solved.

The cat died two years ago. I was like a wolf from this loss. She saved my life.

Peskov called the statements of the UK Foreign Ministry on sanctions against Russian oligarchs alarming.

Do you drink beer at the bar?
He is: Yes.
How many glasses a day?
He is: 3
What is the glass?
It is: 5 backs (including the teas)
How long have you started drinking?
He: 20 years ago
She: three beers a day is $450 a month, $4,400 a year. In 20 years, you have wasted $108,000
He: It looks like
She: If you kept that money in the bank, then, with interest for all these years, you could now buy a plane.
He: Do you drink beer?
She: No
He: Well, where is your bl...docked plane?

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