The law of preservation of love - sometimes you need to act on the "I" in order not to lose the "we".

A couple of days ago, Mamin-Sibiryak told us about a wolf who wanted to be a fool.
It was...
In the mid-1980s, in Peter, I took a taxi (or a private, no matter). Word for word, something on the table, we were driving for a long time. Taxi drivers are usually pretty talkative, and this one was somewhat strange. I immediately fell in the eye. Even more surprisingly, the worker is quite young (age 35), but absolutely gray. Like a beautiful blonde. I could have hinted at why I should be so gray in those years. He told me an interesting story in two words. I will tell the great critics right away: I did not sow the internet about this and I will tell as the man told me. If the lie is not his, then everything else is on his conscience, not on mine.
In his words...
I worked as a driver in the Polar Circle. I was driving with a partner. Wild frost and polar night. The car stumbled. It doesn’t matter why, but the partner remained guarding the cargo and surviving the frost, and I went to the nearest housing for help. In the tundra, as you know, 100 km is not a hook for a crazy dog. There was nothing to go, 20 miles. It was easy, even romantic. Absolute silence, the clearest sky, untouched white snow, and wild frost. Even though the night is polar, and the view on the snow is like a theater. I walked a couple of kilometers, even entered the rhythm, and here something worried me. I looked around and cried: a few meters from me, a huge polar wolf was following me. I really caught it! Google then was not, how to behave properly when meeting at night with the polar wolf to see there was nowhere. It was a dog! In the good sense of the word, not a small polar fox. The wolf was not interested in my theatre break. He seemed to try to accelerate things. Probably, at night in the tundra is not so good with food, and here immediately such a heavy piece. He crushed and slightly sat down to jump. And suddenly I sang! I don’t know why he sang. I have never sung, no voice. Here he sang. The wolf was frozen like a crap. Probably, he also thought that the singer of me as a bober degustor. By the way, for some reason the first song was sung "On the valleys and mountains." A little symptomatic. Solo concerts under the open polar sky, of course, are very cool. Where is the Carnegie Hall? There was only one listener. What an interested! In short, the wolf also grabbed my voice data. There is not yet. I wanted to get to know my entire repertoire. In time, no one is in a hurry. I stumbled, the wolf stood behind a few meters. I had to go backwards. As soon as I was silent, the wolf approached tightly and his back legs were strained to jump. But as soon as I started singing again, he was backward again. So they went: I was behind with songs, and he was eye to eye at a distance of one jump. "On the valleys and mountains" was sung and sung forty times. However, "Call the fires" and "Where the Motherland Begins" not fewer times. What vocal lovers live behind the Polar Circle! Going back was, say, not very comfortable. There is almost no snow for eggs. It was worth one time to shut up and... I didn’t want to think about bad, I needed to sing. Suddenly, after a small rise, the lights of the village appeared. The wolf stood up! There was clear disappointment on his face. Maybe he expected more from my vocal data. In short, he turned and left in English, not saying goodbye. It was as silent as the shadow.
I walked into the village quickly, but in the back. In any case! Shine foam, vodka bath, other available ways to calm from shaking. By the way, I broke into the first door already completely grey. Well, after the partner, of course, immediately stumbled. I didn’t have time to drop.
I can still see the wolf’s eyes. The feeling that his ice eyes will never let me go. Under his hypnotic look, I drive a car, eat, talk to my wife, and I always see the same dream: I walk, and the wolf follows me.

CNN: About half a million women who were raped by Trump took part in a rally against Trump, and it’s only in Washington!

We talk to the employer, her last phrase made my day:

Please take a look at my thoughts...

Characteristically, the lazy man has never bitten me and I have not conducted unsuccessful experiments with his DNA, but some of the abilities of this animal have somehow been passed on to me.

Interview with a financial company:
Are you applying for the position of manager?
- Yes
What about a small game? Sell me that pen!
The pen? I will put this pen on you, and you will get it and sell it, and your kidney at the same time! Money in a week! Expressed clearly?
Hey, you know, are you in the debt settlement department? You can start working tomorrow.

In the first days after the release of "Fifty Shades of Grey", more than a million copies were sold.
YYY: Nothing is surprising. I also wanted to buy a scarf.

I can suck a 0.7 bottle in the evening. And your opinion does not matter to us.
Go to sleep, please sooner.

- Nans: I can tell you about the features of landing on a four-hundred-meter strip with side and side wind)))) in two words.
- buka_jaz: I also found my lane today, both knees got into the asphalt, unexpected sensations. In one word.

To smoke or not to smoke – two gay men argued on a pack of cigarettes, measuring rubber boots.
Bas, 23.01.2017, a brief content.

My grandmother was with me on the first trip to the blue car. Well, I thought she was a grandmother, and on the way it turned out that she was 40, but the lack of teeth greatly changes people.

Waiting for a pause in the conversation, the woman began to tell that a week ago her girlfriend was driving in the same direction. She advised the heroine bla blazar.

So a friend arrived, to Rostov, and the driver says to her, "Well, madam, give for the trip in nature."

Arriving at this point of the story, the woman first made a spectacular pause, and then cuddly cuddled:

I thought it would be the same here.

Well, it was dark, and only I could see the driver’s face. I had to tell a funny joke to change the subject.

I bought an apartment with my aunt. A week after the move, I come home, and in the shell a circle with the remains of tea. On the table, a little bit of the cake that burned the day before. In the morning, after breakfast, I washed and cleaned everything. I call the hostess. He said, it was. The tea is delicious, the cake is dry. Have a good appetite, sweat.

But the last drop was that one day when I came home, I found a yellow splash and the smell of urine in the bathroom. I call a wonderful housewife. Oh, he said it was. The water in the apartment was turned off, and I wanted to write. And why in the bathroom to write, wash anyway, I decided that I would go to the bathroom, she would run into the hole herself.

They left without living for a month.

Good and adequate people.

Explanatory tasks of the wife:

YYY: Wash the towels. Just put them in the washing machine and start.
Okay...there’s another clothes to wash with her?
YYY: No, take her out of course!
Okay, I put both of my towels.
YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY I said, all the towels, the clothes also have to be washed!
Okay, I take my coat and all the towels in the bathroom, including the dogs.
No, not all the towels, only ours.
XXX is AAA!

On the work portal published the results of the motivation program for sellers. Those who read the advertisement carefully, friendly Facebook: the total amount of the prize for the first and second place is the same, but if the second places took one person, then the first - three at once, and in their case the amount of the prize is divided equally on all.

xxx: Looking at the photo reports from the cycling parades in the center of the capital, I see not cyclists, but ordinary car enthusiasts who spent a bunch of money on railings and attachments, on gasoline and paid parking to pull these rails into the center of the city and show everyone what they are cycling lovers.

In the vocabulary reserve of Listened:

"I am a humble and engaging girl...."

New terminology in kindergartens:
Spine - numbered by call "above"

This is the series "You are all angry with me". This name describes my life so accurately that I look like it, and I look at it every day.

You will be surprised, but once in my life I just had a case when they were given for rubber boots. He returned from the country with a different barrel in his backpack, and when he moved from the electric car to the subway he saw a sad girl in barefoot, boredly looking at the impenetrable giant lawn for her and other consequences of bad weather. So I offered her what I had and took home. To his home the truth that day could no longer return, but with pleasure spent time in the female society.

A very plausible story. Sometimes something similar happened to me. I returned from college late in the evening on a bus. It was sharply cold, and in a thin cocktail to the evening it became teeth-breaking cold. I stand, tremble like a mouse, the bag pulls heavy hands. Right in front of me is a nice guy. He is fine, sitting in a jacket, smiling at me, building his eyes. I also smile to him. And I think of myself: I would borrow a jacket, bring a bag, drive home through a dark district of restlessness - I would give it to him, and I would also feed for dinner. He smiled for half an hour and left. No of romance.

I was here in a network universe next to the house (I won't name it - anything could happen)
Dialogue with the Seller (P)
I: Here are the tomatoes you have, I see, local - marked, and out those in the box - from where?
Q: And those... From Armenia, in my opinion... or from Yerevan!
(I turned the box)
Q: No, not from Armenia – from Yerevan – this is written!
......
When I left, I told him that Yerevan was the capital of Armenia!
He was so shy as if I was playing him.)