By education I am an engineer. I know that any phenomenon can be explained without resorting to the help of supernatural forces. I do not believe in hell. But some phenomena can put you in an impasse.
My mother lived a long life, went to a different world at the age of 97. She lived in Israel with my brother. One day I dream. My mother approaches me, young as a child, and says she came to say goodbye, she leaves. I was not surprised that my mom was so young and that she was in Los Angeles. I just asked:
You are where?
to Dad.
So Dad died.
I know.
Then my mother told me a lot of warm words, begged me not to be upset, and left. When I woke up, I said to my wife:
Mother is dead.
Did they call you from Israel?
No, but I know it.
I called in half an hour. I have always been very close to my mother. As a child, as an adult, and when my mother was very old. I always felt connected, regardless of distance. I do not believe in afterlife. I still feel the connection with my mother. I know that she helps me in difficult moments, in solving difficult questions, I advise, and I get an answer. To date, the mechanism of this phenomenon cannot be explained, but the fact that there is a connection between mother and son, between twins, is a fact.
P.S Interestingly, such a connection exists also between spouses who have lived together for a long time. I like to go to the mountains. I put a lot of weight on myself. One day, on a very hot day, I lost consciousness. Probably solar or heat shock. I woke up from a phone call. My wife called and asked if I was okay. I explained the situation, the wife called the son, he came and helped go home. Neither before nor after my wife called me when I went to the mountains. I asked why this phone call. The wife said that she felt a strong alarm, everything came out of her hands. One day scientists will be able to explain this phenomenon.

I have a trailer, a bio-toilet is installed in the car house, and a hole for the bay of chim. The fluid comes out of the car. I put the A-92 sign on the cover. I get out of the entrance in the morning, and near my car lies a canister, the hose is woven into the toilet neck and surrounded in a radius of 2 meters.

I rented an apartment.

A man lived, after a time began to delay payment.

Soon he said that he did not pull the apartment and will come together, but he has no money.

He agreed to take the passport in bail, promised to give the money in two weeks; and disappeared.

My passport was in my home.

Four years later, a girl calls, calls his name and asks to give him a passport, in exchange is ready to pay his debt.

They met, it turned out, she is pregnant, he promises to get married, but with a passport settled.

I was ashamed to call.

The fiancé fucking.

Making your first million legally is real. difficult to survive.

The evening. I am standing in the line to the food box. A man in front of a miner. He patiently waited until the old lady had finished reporting to the treasurer for the wrong pricing and rounded around and only wanted to hand over the bottle for payment, as he was wiped off by the stunned lady, who had just flattered at the turn of all the others.

“I only have sausages!” - correctly notices the lady, pushing the servette stick forward on the tape.

The treasurer is indifferent to the goods, as at this moment the guy calmly takes and launches the sausage along the ballistic trajectory somewhere deep in the hall.

“You don’t have a sausage...” and stretches out his water for payment.

I don’t know why, but I felt brighter.

The Valentines Special. of $100.
We come and arrest you in front of the girl/wife the day before. Let go in 24 hours. The price includes a place for fishing, beer, snack, tent and table games to choose from.
We come in shape with shorts.

My childhood was in the north of Tyumen, where there was absolutely no agriculture. There are berries in the forest, but there are no gardens with potatoes and carrots, around the sand, especially nothing grows, so the northern children of those years did not even know what urticaria is, not to mention the rest (as there is now - I don't know, but the strawberries appeared everywhere, we didn't have them). After school, I went to study in Ural. Flowering apples, topolish puff - all this I saw here, I can say, for the first time.

And here I have lived in the Urals for more than 25 years, and my agricultural sleepiness never passes. I have been going to my husband’s parents for nine years and, fucking, I can’t distinguish one bush from the other.  The last time I was assigned to grind last year's leaves from under the rice, I was all upset, grinded carefully. The man approached and said, “You’re probably all out?” Oh, I say, I also noticed that this is a variety of another, those two bushes did not collapse at all. And he replies, "Of course, because those two bushes are a carrot, and this one is a carrot!"

But the funniest was when I was looking for garlic in the market. I needed a local, not a Chinese. I ran once - there is no one, I go back - my grandmother is sitting, she has a bunch of strawberries, peanut butter and garlic a few heads. I ask, “What is your garlic?” She says, “Girl, it’s gladiolus.” My husband cried in the voice. How do I know, maybe a new one?! to

In short, working at the country I am not especially persuaded, and after the caterpillar got stuck in the swimsuit in the bath (picked the drizzles), so in general try not to leave in nature without supervision. But here with the blades I figured out: now it is not triangular and square, but stitch and sovkova!

In the 1970s, my grandmother went on a trip to Sochi. Their group was accompanied by a guide, let it be Vera, as the grandmother said, a very good woman. They became friends during the trip.

Once it turned out that Vera was from Omsk, like my grandmother. The further dialogue:

B: On which street do you live?

A: Oh, I live in the most beautiful place of Omsk, on the Irtysh Shore.

B is yes? I am there too. In which house?

A: In such a way.

B: I am the same. And the apartment?

A: The 55th

B is :? I have 56!



This is how my grandmother met her neighbors. Then they communicated for a few more years until Vera moved.

As an anecdote:

Two mathematicians sit in a restaurant. One went to the toilet. The second called the waitress and asked her:

“Girl, could you, when I ask the question, just answer x in a cube for three?”

She agreed.



His colleague returns and he begins a discussion.

“People know mathematics very well. Here we argue on a cocktail of cognac that the arbitrary waitress knows the integral number? He joyfully agreed.



He calls the waitress and asks:

“Well, girl, do you know what is equal to the integral x square by de x? “”

She replies, “X in a cube for three.” A colleague in shock. Then the waitress added:

Plus a constant!



And now history.

My friend and I, a professor of mathematics, are traveling from Toronto to Boston. On the way we go to McDonald’s and order two identical combos. The seller calls the price: 13. and 73.

My friend said it was wrong and the price should be fair.

What she answered:

The tax is charged from the total amount. “”

If you have begun to be jealous of an unfamiliar man, then you have plans for him.

Seven in the morning, the Moscow metro, a very crowded line. The situation in the car is "seldy in a barrel on the brink of civil war". People become nervous by the end of the week, very nervous and angry.
A middle-aged man sits, reads a tablet, taking him to his knees. At the station, a cock in a expensive coat + all sorts of shorts on the shirt + a massive watch bracelet on the lap + o-de-colon - accessories that hint to the entire surrounding village that "I am on the march, only it broke and my radiance decreased."
The cock in the lap has a massive case with which it is uncomfortable in the crowd. And case comes down on the knees of a sitting uncle, almost breaking the tablet.
What are you doing, shit? The man was angry.
He throws pork through his lips.
The surroundings are interested in pulling their necks - will they beat or not? Weight categories are very different, and how to fight here? There is no birth or flight.
The train departs to the open area and the cock gets a cell phone. Judging by conversation, it reports to the boss. A business sausage. The eyes on the ceiling.
The man, meanwhile, leads his hand along the case, brings the tablet to his eyes and suffers the chumadan on his knees.
At the transit station, the kaban with the crowd flies out of the wagon, the case unexpectedly unfolds and papers, pens, a diary... And the people run away. The crowd, the stream. The Kaban splashes people, receiving in response the rays of diarrhea and dozens of wishes of various perversions and ways of death. Papers are returned to the case in unnecessary debris and dirty form. A sweaty and evil cock clamps the suitcase and a stream of mate erupts from its mouth. Inscription with a mark on leather (or plastic?) “I give in my ass without rubber 300 bucks/night.”

In an interview with Google:
How did you know about our company?

An unknown man has sent about $910,000 to the municipal authorities of Eichime Prefecture in western Japan.

On January 29, a package arrived at the address of the governor of the prefecture of Echime Tokihiro Nakamura. In a cardboard box were packages of 10,000 yen notes.

In a letter in the box, an unknown sender asked to use the money for good deeds. He wrote that the name and address indicated on the mail are fictional and he wishes to remain unknown.

Governor Nakamura said on Thursday he welcomed such a donation. According to him, this money may be someone’s savings for a lifetime.

The governor added that the prefecture would consider using the money to support childcare and restoration work in areas affected by last year’s heavy rains.

I was 13-14 years old and one happy day my parents left me alone at home. The year was 98-99 (even before all these of your entornets) and the prospect of watching REN-TV at night, I was quite seductive. I lived, by the way, in a private house with a small plot and we had a dog of the Doberman breed, which was considered in the family a model of security qualities.

At about 12 a.m., the dog stumbled, began to knock on the door, apparently demanding to go out with her. When I opened the door and went out to the doorstep, I heard the compressed tones that were being delivered from the corner of the site. It was dark, though the eye was scattered, in addition there were trees and bushes, so that the source of sound I could only determine by the method of sound localization. Going to check the stones in the dark seemed to me a bad idea, and the stones were scary, I thought then they were mortal, maybe the addict is dying or something like that. “Fuck the question! I have a superdog! At first I decided, but the dog did not react to all the commands, only looked closely at the sound and rattled. I stood in full shyness, because I used to drive Doberman to training and she listened to me unconditionally. Suddenly, the dog with the appearance of “let it be done” turned and fell into the open door.

For a couple of minutes I listened to these stones, standing on the doorstep in tapes, they were not monotonous, they were somewhat afterlife, and repeated with different volume. I didn’t want to climb into the wet grass in the shoes, but I thought I just had to find out what was there. I took the blade, turned off the light on the doorway so that my eyes would get used to the darkness and started slowly going to the sound. It was scary to be a writer. I got closer and closer and the stones stopped. I approached the place where the sound seemed to come from, but I saw nothing unusual. I stumbled and suddenly the stone repeated half a meter from me and I saw... I saw the cat fucking the cat fucking! I’m standing like an idiot whispering with a spade, and the cat is fucking the cat and looking at me, the bastard.

After pulling out a couple with a knock of my legs and shouting, I went into the house. Judging from the sight of the dog coming out of the couch, she was very pleased to see me alive. I then told her for half an hour what a shit she was and that the house should be guarded and not hidden under the couch.

On the eve of my 27th birthday, the mystery of the strangest event in my life was uncovered... 10 years ago.

I met a young man, as if everything was “serious.” It is time to lose your virginity. We met and fulfilled my wishes. We went to the outskirts of the city, to the dacha. Winter, forest, snow shines from the light of the lamp, calmly. We approach the gate, I am going out, I turn my head to the right and I see... A girl runs barefoot on the snow in some shirt of acid-yellow color, and behind her grandfather... with a tail... and then both in the shadow... We are in shock, what was it? They released the police, they went and left... Naturally, the romance all went away and I asked to take me home. The MMC was very dissatisfied. And how it all broke out after that...

Last night I met him at TZ. They talked about this and he tells us that he married that girl... As it turned out she ran barefoot on the snow - hardened, and her grandfather walked after her - guarded.

I finally found out that everything was fine with her!

xxx: I once asked a lecturer at the university at the Faculty of Linguistics why we are taught English so silly, and she honestly replied that this is the informal wish of the dean of our Faculty of Mathematics: "We should only be able to read the report in English at an international scientific and practical conference, and for greater English we should not know because in this case we will quickly leave the country." I learned English at a language school and left the country. The End

I missed the dean! It was necessary to teach mathematics heroically that no one needed it!

I sit yesterday in the hospital, I do not touch anyone, writes some left guy type give 58k loan, I will give my mother swear.

Well, I am ready for such a scheme already, I say, of course, no question. I have a special card. These sums are not sent to the left. You need to give me 500 rubles first and then I will send you back as much as you want and those 500 rubles. This is where my scheme worked for years always ended. But not today.



500r is here. on the map. I’m thinking what to do with them...

Politics is sewage: it smells awful, but without it nothing.

The words of a friend.

In response to the story about the daytona: https://www.anekdot.ru/id/996138/

A few years ago, in the summer, I woke up at five in the morning from loud sounds. There was such a thunder as if someone decided to spray a sheet of metal with a circular saw with large teeth. I put my head under the pillow and tried to fall asleep.

We repeated the next day, with the only difference - the craftsman began to shave 10 minutes earlier.

On the third day, I jumped out on the street with a firm intention to kill somebody, but it was quiet on the street. Only a bird flew from the roof of my house.

As I should have thought and realized that the time of the beginning of the craftsman's work correlates very well with the rising of the sun, I suspected the bird that flew away (to consider it properly I did not have time).

On the fourth day, I set up the alarm 15 minutes before sunrise, quietly went out and saw the metal pipe of my house as a thief sat down and began to forget it. The frequency of shocks was stunning – not in vain I thought it was a circular saw. I threw a stone, but I missed it. He looked at me with contempt and fled.

Searches on the Internet revealed that the dots bite the house in two cases. One - if they hear that there are bugs inside the wall. But it was unlikely that the thief tried to get to the bushes through a sheet of metal. Other dots knock around the house, indicating their territory and attracting representatives of the fair sex. The louder the knock, the more attractive the knocking. My daddy found the perfect source of sound, a metal tube, and was clearly not going to stop his morning concerts.

I went on the path of war. Throwing stones and screaming made no impression on him. He continued to dumb. Eventually, I bought a child’s water gun and shot it with a stream of water. From surprise, the devil fled. But the next day he just moved over to the other side of the pipe so that I could not see him, and on the third day, having raised his wings, he took a pleasant shower and then continued to crack. To admit the defeat was inferior to my human dignity (although I was already accustomed to meeting the dawn in anticipation of the dawn), so I decided to overtake it.

Since the sound was important to the dart, I covered the pipe with pieces of foam and, in order to keep them in place, wrapped them with a metal grid. For the first time in a long time, I went out before dawn in anticipation of victory. Dyatel, as usual, flew, sat on the trumpet and struck with a clove. There was no sound. He shrugged his head and tried another place. The result was the same. The pieces of foam were thick (packaging from the TV), so he couldn’t break them into small pieces and pull them out of the grid (as well as break the grid). After two days of torture, he left forever. I started sleeping quietly in the morning, proving (at least to myself) that I was smarter than the day.

Exclude the decree from the working period. Include the decree in the working period.
Allow the drivers to promile. Drivers are prohibited from promile.
Prohibit the collection. Allowing to collect.
Remove commercial kiosks and bars. Restore commercial kiosks and bars.
Prohibit the sale of alcohol in the vicinity of social facilities. Allow the sale of alcohol in the vicinity of social facilities.
God, how much work the Russian officials have! No time to rest!