President Biden handed American Olympic prize winners the keys from the cars of UAZ Patriot.

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The truth about 2 hours later his aunt got worse and started looking for the ring, the boy confessed, and I had to give it back to these greedy people!!! to



Yyy: a ring with a ruby... I was 7 years old boy gave the keys to the apartment! In the evening, his mother came, and I was hiding in the bathroom from fear.



zzz:...hidden in the toilet of the new apartment))

at work. We talk about how it is with wages in Europe. After a small dispute about the size of the average sp. In Spain, one of us proclaimed:

- Oh, look at the ad: air conditioning mechanic in this of your Spain - 7k euros.

The second fellow almost drowned the tea:

Are you serious? Okay, then I will drop.

Where do you drop it? I was surprised the first. You’re not an air conditioner, right? You do not know Spanish.

- Erunda, I re-qualify, and for 7k euros I will teach you Spanish on the go.

Okay, it will be shaken and will be.

Lo digo en serio, idiotas (I am serious, idiots)

It’s better to be X than X.

Prestige

The flag was unknown. All the dembles went with serious, worried faces. They stopped educating young soldiers at night, stopped playing the dembel train, big races and other entertainment activities designed to color the dembel the remaining time before demobilization. The fact was that the prestige of Dembele disappeared. The most delightful piece of the Dumbell cake was not in a tailed parade, not in boots on double and triple heels, not in the Dumbell album. All this has long been prepared, hidden and awaited its time. The last dumbel courage disappeared. It consisted in performing the action of the energy-superior action of the previous dembels, performing the impossible, the tension of all mental and physical forces. The cherry blade on the Dembel cake of past years was a painted inscription on a rocky rock at a height of 10-15 meters above the water level – DMB – and the last two digits of the year. The rock was granite, located on the Turkish shore of the mountain river, which passed the border. Where the tradition of painting the letter DMB on the rock has come from, history is silent, but the first letters and numbers have been seen since 1965. The meaning of the service of each soldier and sergeant of the pledge, the highest point of sublimation of his mental and physical energy, was to leave behind on the rock the three promised letters and figures of the last year of service. Carrying the dumbels to the station, the shishiga always stopped in front of the rock with the promised letters and the dumbels orled to the chripot, photographed and drank the braga from the local rainbow. This was the highest meaning of the two-year warranty service, it was the transition of quantitative changes to qualitative. The whole philosophy of life was reflected in these three letters, which represented the sacred meaning of being of each dembel. It was impossible to understand how huge letters appear on a rocky rock in one night. After all, yesterday they were not there, and today they are – clearly demonstrating the military and political training of the Soviet border guard! How is it possible, without climbing equipment and proper training, the senior thought every time. Or maybe the Turks themselves are drawing, for provocation, blinking thoughts at the deputy. The commander of the pledge, delivering a farewell speech before the dembles, heavily mixed with matte and threats, carefully hid in his cheeks the smile of Jokonda. It came to the fact that the officers of the pledge began to bet on whether the inscription will appear this year or not.
As not warned the deputy, as not plagued the senior with prison and disagreement, the inscription appeared every year higher and higher, until it stood at the top of the rock. All of! There was nowhere! They swim! End of the comedy! We need to find a new meaning of life, change the system of values, build a new paradigm. That’s what Dumbledore has been doing for the last month. Every night they locked up in a capote and discussed the possible directions of the development of Dumbell's creativity. The senior quietly approached the door of the cockpit, listened and after five minutes caught himself on the fact that he began to participate mentally in the discussion - it will not go, it is not worthy, it is too small, but this is what I would try. The night talks ended. But no matter how hard the commander fathers tried to find out - what the dembel decided, the information did not come from the knockers, neither from the commander, nor from the capter! The tension grew, the day of demobilization was approaching, in the commander's speech at the morning divorce, more and more threats and unprinted words were heard! Zampolit every day checked all incoming and outgoing mail, read soldiers' letters, trying to find indirect traces of the idea. The senior took in his memory all the variants he had heard and worked out the measures of counteraction. The knockers, motivated by a ten-day vacation, feasted Dembel with cigarettes with a filter and attracted to sit in the kitchen under a fried potato. Every word spoken by Dembel was immediately known to the police and examined under a microscope. But it was all in vain. Per nothing will happen, all, all, swallowed the dumbel - the crumbling thought of the deputy politician.
The night before the demobilization turned out to be restless. The commander did not allow the officers to go to their wives, forcing them to carry out unplanned checks of duty dressing. The chief counted the sleeping in the barracks several times, and not trusting his sight, bowed to each and listened to his breath to determine whether he was sleeping or pretending to be a coward. In the morning, at the last construction of the dumbels, the commander saw the happy and cheerful faces not only of the dumbels, but also of the entire personnel. Everyone seems to know a secret and wait for it to be revealed. The commander was to his ear that no new inscriptions appeared on the rock, he was also amused and he began to wait with interest for the continuation.
For a better understanding of the subsequent events, we need to explain somewhat the disposition of the Soviet and Turkish shields. As we already understood, they were separated by a mountain river, which crossed the border. Both the Soviet and Turkish plots were located on the heights, to control the surrounding area. The Soviet flag was slightly higher than the Turkish, and the latter was well visible even without a binoculars. In length, the Soviet flag was west of the Turkish flag, which was also close to the mountain ribbon, so the morning sun, appearing from beyond the mountain, first illuminated the Soviet flag, and only then the Turkish. There was a mosque with four towers on the territory of the Turkish fortress. As soon as the sun reached the minaret, the mulla began to sing and the morning prayer began.
The construction of the sun-lit building has ended. The duty officer came to the commander with a steady step and about the construction. The commander spoke without the usual threats of recent times. He congratulated Dembel with the end of his service and wished him a decent civil life. After the commander's speech, the deputy gave the sign to the orchestra - to play the anthem of the Soviet Union. At this time the morning sun illuminated the top of the minaret on the Turkish side and the mule extended his morning prayer. The commander grumbled, but here strong Dumbledore voices began to sing the anthem of the Soviet Union. It must be, for two years I could not force it, and here by your own will! What an eagle I grew up! In the brain of the commander. Standing face to face, he did not see the Turkish pledge, but saw the joyful faces of his soldiers and officers who picked up the anthem of the Soviet Union. Sing it all! In a single drive! Their faces glowed with happiness and inspiration. Especially tried Dembele. Some were close to ecstasy! Suddenly, behind the commander, on a Turkish pledge, the mule interrupted the prayer and clearly pronounced a Russian word with an eastern accent – BLIAT, reinforced by a megaphone, which he did not turn off. The commander shrugged and turned. On the sun-lit minaret with bright red paint shone the inscription - DMB - 90! In front of the commander passed his entire life from kindergarten to this day! He turned face to face and grabbed the hymn of the Soviet Union with a vivid commander’s voice! It was just over a year before the collapse of the Soviet Union.

The billionaire Oleg Deripaska, who has a four-storey!!! He urged the Russians to be more humble.

worked as a secretary. We put the heating in the building and went through the offices to check if anyone had anything. The Director has a meeting. The water suppliers come to us in the reception room and say, "We should check with the director, does it run?" And I have no back-thinking: “And he has a meeting, but I’ll ask by phone now.” I call the director and without a back-thinking question: "V. V. Are you okay with the stand?" There is no pause in the pipe, I watch our pipes quietly slide down the wall, I understand what I asked... Director: "With what stand? ? to ? “ I: Oh, I’m not about this, I’m about the water supply...” We all laughed after a long time, and this story is still remembered by the whole group to my shame...

The autumn has arrived. In Russia, candidates began to measure their election promises.

guessed

Immediately, the fraudsters were caught.

And it was the case in the United States, somewhere in the 1970s, even in the pre-Internet era, when letters were paper. The owner of a large brokerage company (or a dealer, I don’t know exactly – in general, a company that exists at the expense of the difference in rates when buying and selling securities on the stock exchange) comes, among other things, such a letter: “Tomorrow the shares of General Electric will rise.” There is no back address, no signature. I thought the owner was a joke.
But the next day, a letter again came without a back address and a signature: "Tomorrow Procter & Gamble shares will drop." And indeed, the next day they fell. The owner also looked at the summaries for the previous day – then the shares of General Electric rose. It was a shit, the owner thought.
On the third day, a mysterious letter reads, “Ford shares will drop tomorrow.” They have descended!
The owner was intrigued, and when for the fourth time the letter came: “Tomorrow the stock of Boeing will rise,” he risked and that day bought a few shares of Boeing, and the next day with a profit sold them – the prediction came true!
When the letter came for the fifth time, "Tomorrow the Walt Disney shares will fall," he sold the shares that day, and the next day bought them cheaply. The prediction worked like a clock. The owner did not know what to think: he holds a large analytical department, pays his employees good money, and they, frankly, can't predict anything. Here everything is so simple and accurate!
On the sixth day, again a mysterious letter, which the owner was looking forward to: "Tomorrow IBM shares will fall." It all coincided again! He earned again. Some kind of mysticism, the owner thought, but already unconditionally believed in the predictions of the letters.
On the seventh day: “Coca-Cola stocks will rise tomorrow.” The owner invested a lot of money in this operation, but earned a round amount!
On the eighth day again a letter: "Tomorrow the shares of such a company will rise." The owner, not thinking for a long time, for all the free money bought these shares, and... lost everything - the next day the firm announced its liquidation.

Those fraudsters were caught. The last company, of course, turned out to be a one-day, one-day. But how did they guess? and none. They did not guess. Moreover, they did not aim to guess.
The fraudsters took from two thousand addresses, a thousand sent letters where they talked about raising the price of shares, and another thousand - about lowering. If the price of shares increased, then in the future worked only with the first thousand recipients: five hundred letters were sent about the increase, five hundred others - about the decline of shares. and so on. In the end, there were a few people with whom the fraudsters worked specifically.
In general, after 8-9 times of coincidences, people begin to blindly believe in mysticism and all kinds of hell, and you can do anything with them.

Deputy of the State Duma Valentina Tereshkova said that to buy an apartment for her daughter in the Italian Bergamo for 250,000 euros she was asked in letters by ordinary people.

Youth, like a disease, passes quickly, but the symptoms remain.

Once, when I was a teenager, my father and I stood in line to buy tickets for the circus. There was only one family between us and the ticket box. This family made a great impression on me.
There were eight children, all probably under 12 years old. By the way they were dressed, it could be said that they did not have much money, but their clothes were clean and clean.
The children behaved well, all stood in a row two by two behind their parents, holding their hands. They talked enthusiastically about clowns, animals and everything they had to see that night. From their excitement it was possible to see that they had never been to a circus before. It would be the highlight of their lives.
Father and mother were proudly at the head of the room. Her mother held her husband’s hand, looking at him, as if saying, “You are my knight in shining armor.” He smiled and the happiness of his family. The ticket seller asked the man how many tickets he wanted. He proudly replied, “I would like to buy eight tickets for children and two tickets for adults.” The ticket dealer announced the price.
The man’s wife released his hand, her head dropped, the man’s lips trembled. Then he leaned a little closer and asked, “How much did you say?” the ticket seller again named the price. Man did not have enough money. How did he turn around and tell his eight children that he didn’t have enough money to drive them to the circus?
When he saw what was happening, my father dropped into his pocket, pulled out a $20 note and threw it on the ground. (We were not rich in any sense of the word!) My father leaned, took a $20 bill, kicked a man on his shoulder and said, “Sorry sir, it fell out of your pocket.”
The man understood what was happening. He did not ask for help, but appreciated help in a desperate, heartbreaking and uncomfortable situation.
He looked straight into my father’s eyes, took him by both hands, tightly pressed the $20 bill, and with his lips trembling and tears flowing on his cheek, replied, “Thank you, thank you, sir. It really means a lot for me and my family.”
My father and I went back to the car and went home. For $20 my father gave us, we were going to buy our tickets. Although we were unable to see the circus that night, we both felt within us a joy that was much greater than the circus could ever give.
That day I learned the value of “Giving.” Giving more receivers. If you want to be bigger than life, learn to give. Love has nothing to do with what you expect to get, only with what you expect to give, and that’s all.
It is impossible to overestimate the importance of giving and blessing others, because there is always joy in giving. Learn to make someone happy by giving.
Audrey Hepburn

There is a list of the Forbes magazine, there is a list of debtors for utilities on the door of your entrance, if you are not on any of these lists, then you belong to the middle class.

It was a long time ago in Serpentine. At the station comes a man, and asks to add 20₽ on the ticket to Chekhov (worth 49.50₽ at the time), shows me in the palm a little bit, the type is missing. I give him my ticket, I give him my ticket. By his shaken eyes, he realized that he expected a different outcome of events. Little things did not return him.

XXX: Now at the airport they said, “Don’t forget the mask,” and I said, “Yes, a great movie.”

I went to a shop in Spain a few years ago. I know Spanish poorly, I address the seller in English, she answers in Spanish, say, I do not understand English. and pause. I try to remember the scant knowledge of Spanish. It is perfect, fucking. The seller smiles widely and says: Hello!

During the collapse of socialism, they did not notice how the collapse came to everything.

The story was told by a wonderful doctor. Honored physician of the Republic Mari El, an ophthalmologist surgeon who saved more than a thousand people from blindness. The 1970s. Not all citizens of Marij El understand Russian. In native Russian, at the same time, virtuously sprinkled everything from small to large. This is still the characteristic of our indigenous population. In this regard, all Russian-speaking doctors know Marian. The own history.
They bring from the deaf village of Maria a three-year-old girl from the family. Injury to the cornea. Cried the cock. It requires an urgent operation, otherwise the eye will just run out. There is no anesthetic. Changes to doctors. It happens. And the doctor decides to sew without anesthesia, benefit the operation for a few minutes. During the operation, the doctor gently condemns the girl in Marian: "Drop the straw, drop the straw!" (We drop the drops, that is, we suffer). The child survived the operation without whispering. And only when she is taken out of the operating room angrily, with a trembling child’s voice, she declares: “Drop the sting, drop the sting! Fuck the pedestrian. The Fucks! The fucking!“”
From the girl who suffered during the operation, a luxurious beauty grew up. Her sight was preserved. Thank you to our doctors for their golden hands and the ability to find a common language with any patient.

In our drinking room more and more began to enter men with sticks for the Scandinavian walk, they say that with them drunk it is easier to get home, and the police of athletes do not stop.

XXX is son. I see you have a eyelid in your ear? According to the legend, the earrings in the ear were worn by pirates and pedras. Now I look out the window and don’t give god there is no shun!



YYY: The son! I see you have a eyelid in your ear? According to legend, the earring in the ear was worn by the Cossacks and the Pidoras. Now I look out the window and don’t give god there’s not your boyfriend!