My grandfather is 88 years old. The construction engineer. There is already an enormous life experience behind his shoulders, and the intriguing mind has still remained sharp and hungry for news and strange things.



One day, we sit with him at the table. We ate lunch, we drank tea, we talked about the modern, unusual world: about phones without wires and televisions without thickness, about computers and the Internet... In these matters at the level of theorist he understands, yet an engineer. And then my grandfather asks me a seemingly simple question, “Here you’re a ‘web designer’, and what does that mean?” Ohoh, my brains have shaken. First I found out that he perceives the Internet as a "wire network" that connects computers, like phone lines, so that you can make calls on Skype and show videos. Then it was decided to expand the understanding a little and say that there is a kind of library in this network, in which you can find any information, you just need to ask and it will appear. Sometimes, this information is simple and small enough for it, and sometimes you need a whole book - which should be beautifully decorated, convenient and understandable:



These are the “books” – the internet pages I create! So decent, I thought.

That’s how they are, really, aren’t they?

Why not? There is! They can be printed on paper if needed, but they are all stored on the net.

and well. So you make non-existent books that are somewhere on the web, but if you don’t ask about them, you won’t know what they are?

It’s always there, you just have to know what you’re looking for.

Oh well okay. Do you have a normal job? My grandfather asked me.

"Roscosmos announces an open recruitment to the squad of astronauts"

Who wanted to come down from the earth? Your chance

I was taken to the website of the USSR patent base, I read about the patent for the casting form:

The purpose of the invention is to reduce the metallic density of the shape by eliminating the intermediate elements of the pushing plate.

Stupor 5 seconds and only then the eyes got to "Fig. 1 presented form in a closed position..."

Soviet cartoons, says a cute girl in an electric car, is generally a horror that they were filmed. The queen gave birth in the night, not the son, not the daughter. The horrors shown to children

A: He’s still playing in Dota!
B: Can this be seen as a cheerleading?

I remember in the 11th grade we collected toys for the children's home. Our class had a preliminary conversation about the importance of action, about how poor children live alone without mom and dad, how they play with nothing, and we are so adults and noble and even let go of tears.

We collected the best we had at home. And I gave my helicopter on the radio control, it did not fly, but was driving, turning, making sounds and landing the landing from the places provided for this. We broke up with my uncle (mother's brother) can be said from the heart, but the children need more.

After taking classes in the first shift, everyone went home, and I returned to the algebra/geometry tutor and what I see in a couple of hours. A five-year-old grandson of my classroom is walking in the corridor with my helicopter, and there are a couple of better toys in the office. When asked, “Where do you get these toys?” the grandmother gave them. The face of the classroom bleached, rumbled something "why this normal toys from the children's home?" and all. Of course, children did not have toys.

This is the teaching nobility.

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and only on two courses (ios in 4k and 1k magi) were piled under ios
This Pest
with eternal problems with mice and keys)))
We took 20 minutes to find a spitz-re-positioned mouse, to reconnect, bla bla bla.
and carousel 😉
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We have modest monoblocks from Dell.
and enough
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It’s much better for WWE.)
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And I studied in the political school for 9km - it doesn't blow very much out of the window and go)

In our fourth grade school there was a very undisciplined but courageous boy. When we were studying in the second shift in the evening of the winter, waiting with fear for the dictatorship of the fourth lesson of Russian, he proposed: "Well, now the lights in the whole school will turn off, and we will go home! “Of course we agreed.

Then he pulled out three nails from his pocket, placed two of them in the rosette with a plate, and threw a third on them from the top. The lights went off and we were released home.

So I realized that electricity is a great force.

“Sorry, dear guests, our table is not rich, without meat and fish, but we are vegetarians. Here are the cucumbers, here are the tomatoes,” such an innocent lie allowed the Rabinovich family to save a significant amount when celebrating Sarah’s birthday.

I work outside the city, I go to work always in the same inter-city bus, with the same driver, at the same time. A distinctive feature of the bus - it is bright yellow, so I am not afraid to miss it, and calmly, I listen to the music in the headphones at the stop, knowing that something yellow is about to flash. Well, today, as usual, I stand at the stop, listen to music... Suddenly, through the headphones, I hear a very loud car signal, I look, some bus stands, the door opens, and there my driver screams - "yellow broke... sit down, or you will be late to work!"

This is good morning :)

The poor in Russia are those who collect the bottles that the rich have thrown away.

The middle class gives up.

I was in a Gypsy village. We stand on the street with a friend, we talk. Here, a Roma appears on the street, surrounded by a crowd of brothers and sisters, more precisely, mostly neighbors. He cries loudly and loudly in his beautiful tongue, the rest are also cuddling something. Since I don’t understand the Romanian language very well, I ask the interlocutor:
What is he Oret?
This is Petka. He has 20 engines stolen from his house, and he finds out that the thief knows, it is exactly Andrew. He wants to argue with him, and the grandmothers answer.
Why not report to the police?
Do you think he bought these engines in the store?

According to Rosstat, 100% of Russians trust official statistics.

I am a coward today.
WOW: What makes this crazy specialization?

I bought two expansions. One lost, the other broke. I feel like a real Russian.

RadChand: I see marketers from AITI come up with some stochastic approach:
A hundred Chinese or Hindus are hired with a wage of $100, who independently generate tons of gvonocode over a month. Then it all merges with the wisest Chinese, the Hindu, or, as in my case, the Belarusian, who must find a working solution from there.

xxx: yeah shit, since when did my grandfather start riding on the ninth, it was always six?! to
YYY: Ever since he turned on her once.

xxx: I watched some series here "Follow"
xxx: I thought that there take actors who had five on the subject type "how to scan fingerprints with a barcode scanner and not rub";;

I read with a friend quote for a long time in the internet looking for wheels on the car, now moved to the dating site, I look at the questionnaire, Svetlana, 175/70, and the brain further suggests that it is R13 or 14"
According to the classification of diseases R13 - dysphagia, R14 - flatulence. Oh poor girl.

Don’t believe when they say that duels canul in the summer. Recently, in the mid-1980s, my friend, a fellow student, was summoned to a duel by a student of Philfax.

You know how it happens. During the secular conversation, carelessly abandoned humiliating words about physmatism. Word for word, the passions burned. My friend was young, hot - did not tolerate the insult masquerading as a personal opinion and responded with the same, in the end - a challenge to a duel, and both sides did not want to hear about reconciliation.

At the appointed time, after the classes, they met in an empty auditorium, and a representative of the philological faculty appeared with two of his classmates and these were not secondary. The participants expressed their desire to join the fight. My friend did not object.

They took their belongings and began to... dictatorship. You are not wrong with the dictatorship.

For the opposite side claimed that there were no literate people in the physmates, and my comrade advocated the opposite. After a while, they checked the work and made sure that there are people who write without errors on the fismat, and there are no such people on the filfak. Having received satisfaction, my friend considered the conflict exhausted, although I offered him to summon their entire faculty to another duel that would require school challenges. If they lost in their field, what would happen to them in our field?

I would have participated there, because in the duel on literacy I had no chances.