KsushANov: Readers, please tell me in what order to read the books and series of Max Fry. I will be very grateful

Valued 1000:
Do not read. You will recover. They are constantly eating there.

β tn@¢kmmoonn

I write on hot tracks. I just returned from a concert of the group, the name of which begins with the word "meaningful" and ends with the word "hallucinations". Tickets were purchased for a table, designed for 5 people. We are both: I and a friend. At the table was another man, let’s call him Eugene. Evgeny and I politely met, and all three ordered a cocktail, then a beer (a separate bar was provided for the tables).

The concert is close to completion, our newly sung acquaintance Evgeny under the sounds of another soul song descends on the dance floor and disappears from the field of sight. Well, I think the shit went away. As you can guess, I was wrong.

The next part of the story was the waitress who brought the account. Common for the whole table.

Attempts to find Evgeny were unsuccessful, and after some explanations, it was still possible to avoid spending on someone else's drink (separate thanks to adequate staff), but the sediment remained.

Eugene, you are wrong.

I sit at work. End of working day. To the Director (D) suits her husband (M):
Q: Where are you after work today?
K to dance.
Q: Where are you dancing?
Q: Well you remember we once walked past the house and I wept: "This is dancing!!! I have a dance here!!" and
M: A... in the Kursk.
My husband is leaving. Everyone in the office slips under the table.

Life goes well if everyone goes to work in the morning and you go to the pool.

Here recently one comrade parodied a popular nostalgia for Soviet childhood. Type "and I also had an Orlenok bicycle with a titanium frame..." Well, okay, let's leave it to his conscience. Let me tell you about my childhood.

I learned to read at three. Without my mom, I have been walking in the yard since I was five years old. At 7 p.m. we moved to a new apartment.

A new building was built around. The boy adapted to cut lead from armored telephone cables and cast loads for the girls. I read about the melting temperature of lead on the rear side of my grandfather's logarithmic line. I saw nearby that the lead was melting even easier. For some reason I thought that the electrical wires of white metal are lead. He smashed his friends. It failed the first time. In general, built from bricks a domain furnace meter in diameter with inflatable and so on. They flooded. It turned out to be aluminum. 660 degrees Celsius on raw wood. Do not say that it is impossible. Until now, there is still roasting at home. I learned metallurgy at eight years old.

They gave us a used bike. The same eagle. While he brought him in order with the help of friends in the courtyard, he studied all the mechanics, learned to reduce the eight. The Oreguliroal was so large that he drove strictly straight without his hands. I used the car only occasionally. At the age of nine he mastered the basics of mechanics and carpentry.

In the third grade I read the book "Man on Wings". and Panel. The aircraft circle. From the planner model to the cordeous models. Regulation of the motors CSTKAM-2.5... While recounting the wing profiles of the CAGI A-2 from the epur profile - mastered the logarithmic line (in the fifth class). In the sixth, he calculated the parameters of propellers and the lifting force of the wing. That is, to calculate the aerodynamic scheme of a subsonic aircraft I was able from the fifth-sixth class. It ended with an attempt to assemble a radio-controlled model based on the book "Flight, Model". Because he was intrigued by the electorate while trying to assemble a management scheme.

Seventh-eighth grade could quite assemble a radio receiver, an accelerator and color music. It gave the pin in another direction. I wanted to make print payments. He studied the chemistry of this process. Three chlorine iron. But very little. So he developed his technology. He did not paint the conductors on the plot of the paycheck, but sprinkled the entire paycheck with the lacquer. And then scratched the lacquer in those places where the foil had to be sprinkled. The reaction was less. Interested in chemistry.

The chemistry led to chemical bombs made of selenium and magnesium, and then to rockets from a bicycle pump. Rockets fled into dreams of space.

In addition, he became interested in programming on the calculator MK-52, and theoretically mastered the fortran on the book.

After school he went to the space faculty. Already having good experience in material science, slurry work, production technology, subsonic aerodynamics, electronics, chemistry and the fundamentals of programming in machine codes. Almost an engineer.

And you keep catching Pokémon, dear ones.

- Cognac to the theater can be brought with you in a bottle from under "Activia". It is not transparent.
You can see that you are a great theatre.

I hate when everyone is at home. Because you do not push, turn to the toilet, turn to the computer, breathe nothing. Thank God, I don’t have everything at home.

I have a friend, a little over 30. Very very beautiful. Strunjaška-charming, the eyes are enormous, the sponges are bumpy (your own), the hair is curly to the poop (also his own), the figure is pointed, always on the heels in sexy dresses. She lives with an old man who has long told her that he will not marry her, he does not need children, he already has from his first marriage. She lives because he provides her, and she herself came from some wasteland. She does anything, just not to go home after work - goes to guitar courses ( for a year she was unable to play Nothing and knows no note), some psychological courses in the field of "destination to be a woman", in all movies, in the summer she has big videos. She rides on a healthy jeep, which steadily once a week somewhere wraps and rubs, neither the parktronics nor the rear-view cameras help her. Every year she has the latest iPhone, sweaters-pockets-goldish - it's all.
She met a young, beautiful man. He has his own business, a house with a garden and sauna. And then his business trouble began. He began to devote less time to her, she began to weep and get him with it in every way. From great love, he began to devote more time to her, and less to business, as a result of his income decreased. Then she went back to the old man. The reason is his financial situation is not stable, he cannot provide me with the life I deserve.
There is no morality here, just some babies are such fools.

Advice a normal humorous resource, here it has become quite stable.

The husband learned about the betrayal of his wife, but did not scandalize. He raised his left ax and threatened his wife's lover to tell his husband. The first amount seemed small. I needed more. He is now threatened with three years for blackmail.

You understand, the whole problem is that the children born to ME will feed not only me on pension, but also those two wretches, who instead of providing themselves with a dignified old age, simply lived for themselves.

Or my taxes will feed you and your bullies on benefits (is there a good chance that you will raise successful people if you have put a cross on yourself in advance and hope for children), and those pair of fools will provide themselves with real estate / savings.
Or... who knows how it will go. Here you can not say for yourself, and you hope for a distant perspective in the form of children.

The parents of a minor child are obliged to maintain, including to take care of the roof over his head. But if you are able to work, at the age of 18, parents have the right to ask you with things to go out and even don’t give money.

Yes of course. They will have to do it through the court. A surprise, right? The court must recognize that you are deprived of the right to use this space and must be discharged. At the same time, only the former spouse can be discharged after the divorce, and all other cases are considered by the court individually. For example, the daughter pays a quarter payment from her bank card, does not arrange a debt home and has no other place of residence - and you, daddy, will expel her. Ex-daughters, unlike former wives, do not exist.

Why Do We Have Cats

I owned the cat myself.
She came and found me.
The word
It is your personally intended cat that comes down from heaven and finds your home.
This is a gift from above.

xxx: Organizations sending their questionnaire data to form a contract in the form of a JPG scan must fall into a separate hell.

Correspondence with a friend:
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH With the return! Was the flight delayed?
It was all on time, the arrival really scared a little.
HH: What is there?
The captain of the ship was confused.
I said I would not fly to Ufa at 2.20 at night, but at 4.30 at night.
XHH: Overworked
Wauu: then said that the plane was ready to land at Antalya airport, although we were flying to Ufa
xxx: very good
ууу: well, I warned about myself - nothing to myself, the time is confusing, then the city, only if the buttons and pedals were not confused)))
How do you fly with such a pilot? represented
WOW: And here we are descending, we are almost sitting down and suddenly he began to sharply climb again.
WOW: He said we couldn’t sit down and we’re going to the second round.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! God, what is a practitioner?
WOW: In short, when we sat down, everyone in the plane breathed with relief, knocked from the soul, but he then apologized for all his mistakes.
Theme: Mr Bean
ууу: If I was funny at first, then when landing - it became scary, and it would be so fun to fly-fly 3 hours and sit back in Antalya)))

I have been talking to my niece for 5 years. I show her a half empty glass of water.
I: Arina, is this glass half full or half empty?
It is half air.

xxx: on the street of Vanieva trolleybus removed the horns of the lightforest
YYY: Strange... I thought that at this time of year the trolley buses were throwing their horns down.

I decided to grow my beard and see if I could.
2 months have passed.
I liked the result.
A few weeks ago, I decided to change my career and become a programmer.
Enrolled in courses.
Now I’m browsing the training website and, grabbing my beard, studying web development materials.
Suddenly, the thought came to me to check whether the desire to become a programmer would disappear if I shaved my beard.

One acquaintance, the son of wealthy parents, put his girlfriend a condition: if she wants from him expensive gifts, he will give them to her on one condition - she should not boast of them in front of girlfriends, post photos, selfie, etc. You will see a pound accidentally. But not boast. After the first huge bouquet of fucking roses there were no gifts.

The saddest fashion on childfrey can get stuck for girls. They’re grown up and... it’s too late. ECO does not save everyone. Anything you can do at 50, you can always do.

All males are sure that their crushed gray eggs will be needed by all the young men of the time.
And the prospect of staying with the little widow's child also doesn't smile.