I go home from almost fourteen hour shift, I get to the bus stop, I sit down, throwing my head on my arms.

After a while, I hear a child’s voice near me.

Is this a homeless person?

The thought in my head is fucking, well we came. And to change clothes I really no longer had the strength, I went out of production as I was. I raise my eyes and say no, I just didn’t change clothes from work.

The girl speaks to her mother again.

Let’s sing a song?

“Don’t,” said my mother, “maybe my uncle has suffered so much.”

I remember playing with my older brother in the village in hiding, he told me to joke, helped me to hide in a distant room behind the closet, covered up with bags and told everyone that he could not find me. First I was sought by my grandmother and grandfather, then the grandmother and the nearest neighbors were connected. I heard everybody around me hanging, calling me, but I was silent like a fish. Then I learned that they had gathered two groups to look for me in the forest and on the river.

I went out when the grandmother stood, whispering, shouting that she would give me a gum. I think I understand that instead of gum they gave me puzzles. And the brother, who was also silent in the cloth, I have not yet given up, almost twenty years have passed)

Judging by the actions of Zyuganov, the symbol of the KPRF will be the cross and hammer.

Vitaly Lazarevich Ginsburg jokingly recalled how a party official was annoyed by saying: “Among the great Soviet physicists there are Jews: Joffe, Landau, Zeldovich, Chariton, Liffschitz, Kikoin, Frank, Bronstein, Altschuler, Migdal, Ginsburg... It is good that there is ALWAYS ONE Russian – Khalatnikov! He replied, “Yes, only Isaac Markovich remains.”

Roskosmos chief Rogozin accused Elon Musk of working for the Pentagon.
Given the state of the Russian space industry under Rogozin, we can say with greater confidence that Rogozin himself works for the Pentagon.

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Xxx: Oh, he has a good skill. He ran a long time before dying.

Several times before I received SMS "Papa, translate but to the number +7XXXXXXXXXX 5000 rubles. I will explain everything.”

Since I have two children, and I knew exactly who was where (about the older one), I always answered.

“Come home, take a taxi at my expense, take it in the safe, you know the code.”

Usually there is silence, but the answer has just come.

“The greedy woman”



Oh those kids :)

Judging by the sharp rise in prices for most foodstuffs, livestock and fuel, we have in the country from stability – only the immutability of power.

© Dmitry Sviridov

The first working day. I just want to go back to the warm sea and a cold beer. And here - in the morning, we can't pull, we can't pull out. On the left side of the motorcycle wheel is a wheel, wheel.
Behind the last bike, in four meters, like a rope tied, a crown flies. Ordinary gray, thick such, Moscow carcass. I woke up a little - this is a bird handy at the bike driver, running after the owner without a guide. The Style!
Before supporting the bridge, the two-wheelers are slowed and pressed into the left strip: narrow. The aforementioned motorcyclist also reduced the speed, after which Vorona, after catching up and hanging over him for a moment, climbed and licked a huge black-and-white-green cacao on the polished ground. If it were not the round head of the helmet, it would have been placed precisely behind the shovel.
Then she broke the twist across all five rows and scratched back along the edge.

I know that motorcyclists don’t like bad motorcyclists. But what did the motorcyclist have to do to get the crown?! to

and b.

I believe that Russia should gradually discontinue the celebration of victory in the war and slowly begin the post-war reconstruction of the country!

Xxx: hz, feel guilty only if I tremble at something very perverted and wrong



Yyy: Okay, who didn’t scream on that porn with gay dwarfs...

Do not blame yourself...



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If the glass is half empty, the vodka in it is already exhausted. If it is half full, the vodka is fresh.

In the ninth grade we got a new physicist. Before him was Evdokia Maximovna, she, of course, taught us something. She had a point, she fell on everything supernatural. At the beginning of the lesson, someone asked her:
– Evdokia Maximovna, did you see in the “Komsomolk” that someone has seen UFOs somewhere?! to
And all, there is no Newton or Pascal anymore, only UFOs and a 45-minute Poltergeist. We used this over-the-counter, looking at what soon to enter the institutions.
And here, at one of the lessons, instead of her came a young, tall, in large "horned" glasses and a light-grey costume of ON.
- Hello, my name is Oleg Vladimirovich Ostrouchov, I will lead physics with you. He said loudly and calmly. Half of the girls fell in love with him. From the first lesson he began to explain everything very calmly and quite clearly.
Before the second or third lesson, I suddenly got a bad thought: - what if the desk projector board, which he has over his head, is pushed by a metronome? Not thinking long, in the eyes of the whole class, I did. Having led and placed the metronome on the slowest tikanie, I pushed it over the board so that it was not visible. The boys chicked in anticipation of the reaction of a new and "very calm" physicist, the girls also smiled slightly. While there was a change, nothing was heard, but the bell sounded and Oleg Vladimirovich entered the class. Everyone instantly got stuck, and it got stuck. It was like a well-established theatrical whisper from somewhere behind the scenes – loudly but clearly:
Tick – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Everyone is in physics. He calmly opened a classy magazine, checked who was in the class and began to ask homework.
Tick – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – so.
Right above his head, and at the same time on the ears of the whole class.
People begin to look at me.
What am I? I am nothing.
Tick – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
A few minutes later, she could not stand:
Oleg Vladimirovich, turn off the metro!
What kind of metro? I hear nothing. Ask the housewife.
Tick – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
On my side, my classmates are already blinking with the eyes of lightning.
In a minute:
Well Oleg Vladimirovich, well turn off the metro!
Physicist: Well, whoever turned it on, let him remove it.
Class angry and almost chorus: - Rodionov get rid of the metronome!! to
I get up and, like a beaten dog, I go to the teacher, pull out from behind the board, turn it off and put it in place, next to other devices. and all.
Oleg Vladimirovich didn’t say a word to me, he didn’t even smile. He just continued his lesson.
It’s been more than 35 years since that lesson, but I remember it like yesterday. My ears burn of shame.
Thank you very much Oleg Vladimirovich for that morning.

What is safe sex?
It’s when a woman doesn’t know your name or address.

One of my acquaintances was slightly upset when on March 8, instead of sending messages to different recipients with all kinds of playful words for the female sex, created a conversation of girls on 10, where they all read this message. And everything could go unnoticed if one lady didn’t write, “What, Vasya, decided to gather all of your girls together?” It filled the fire, all the devils were funny.

This story happened many years ago when I was in the middle classes of N13 High School. Our school was considered exemplary in the city, and as a rule, our school had an enemy – another high school 4, also exemplary and located in the center of the city. One day, the top administration decided to organize a competition between us like “A well guys” or “Hello, we’re looking for talents.” The program was the usual typical, I think developed in the middle decades, even before playing KVN came into fashion. It’s a greeting, reading poems, a scene, sports exercises and the dance that finishes all this.

Lists of participants were compiled in all rooms and participants, leaving the lessons, closed in empty classes for rehearsals. They all had one thing in common: hatred of the common enemy.

As appropriate, the agency network that the rivals are preparing throughout the program, and for the most final dance, as the most important number, our opponent school exhibits the most sexy schoolgirl, the beauty that half the city knows, Rita Markelyan (name and surname changed). Rita was an accelerator girl and at fourteen she looked like all twenty-five. Powerful shapes, figure, cosmetics and sticky character. Rita looked at us, her peers, as if she were a whirlwind, and didn’t even say hello. She talked to high school students and told everyone that she was going to become a model after school. She had the data.

This has become a problem for us. We didn’t know which horse to bring. Our girls knew that Rita would just eat them. We had our own beauties, but Markelian had charisma, confidence and the ability to present herself.

He studied in our school Surik. I don’t know his full name, everyone called him Suri. Small, thin, always in beautiful imported clothes and with a long forehead. He was dressed in fashion as his mother sold things on the local market. In the rest, it was a very quiet and modest boy who was not intelligent, and often walked classes, wiping his pants on a large stone near the school where the boys gathered on the shift. I don’t know who persuaded him, but this Surik was supposed to face Rita Markelan in the dance room. Everyone understood that it was suicide, but he was promised a fourth in a quarter, or a little bit of silence. Surik himself was unhappy. He smiled nervously at our jokes and kept silent.

The day of competition. The event was held in the Youth Palace where all places were won by students not only of our but also of other schools. The event took place in three. There was constant noise in the hall, the speakers whispered something into the microphone constantly forgetting the words, the teachers suggested something from the front rows. Most puberty-age boys were waiting for Rita Markelan's dance, and the opportunity to cheer over a complete fiasco of "some boy."

I announced the dance number. The hall stumbled. In the S-90 columns, the hit from ICE MC – Think About The Way, where in the initial loss a girl with a whistling voice sings the entrance. Out of the scenes went Rita Markelyan. She was dressed like in the MTv clips. Clothes in a large grid, spikes, leather short shorts and a small top of poisonous color with the inscription SEX. Only her spell and inscription on her clothes cost more than our Surik in its entirety. She stretched out her arms and started wrapping her pelvis in the rhythm of the song in Arabic. The boys who were in the room nervously stumbled on her thighs and watched without tearing her eyes. There was no Surika.

We realized that this competition we missed once. Who can resist such a snooty, passionate and desired by everyone in the hall, Rita. and here. At the moment when the quick beat began, the curtain on the scene on the opposite side was delayed. The scenery was shaking stronger and stronger and Surik began to run out on the stage. In wide shorts, huge shoes with tightening tongues, a straightening t-shirt and a bandage on the head like the dancer Jimmy. Surik’s legs were very widely arranged and slightly bended in his knees, and his hands were moving as if he was smoothing something big on the smoothing board. It moved as fast as the laws of physics allowed it. His face was strained as if he pressed a hundred and fifty kilograms on his chest, as Peter Parker himself stopped the train. He shrugged like a small uzi. We have exploded. Here is a hero. not sick. And went out! He did not know how to get out on the stage, so he started dancing behind the scenes and slowly, with a crab, he energetically shrugged to the spectators.

Surik did not know how to dance, he was just very fast, but he did it with such an appearance that the whole hall just stood up and began to scandate. Rita did not understand at first, and when she turned around, she noticed a small shaking Surik next to her, and then felt that he was losing his position. Surik was already making movements as if he was rotating a large wheel there and the vessel. And it all goes straight at the wildest speed. Like a small toy. Like a crazy washing machine. Someone screamed – Surik! and grizzly!!..

Surya is burning. He crashed over the whole hurm, as if his entire future life depended on it. He just carried Rita Markelan into the gates. Who would have thought he could resist such a lady. Fans who were sick for Rita tried to mock and whisper our Surik, but not only our school was sick for him, but also the neutral ones.

Rita’s face changed, she went to the v-bank. She slowly turned back to the spectators, pulled out her impressive ass and began to slowly whip them, showing the studio her stove. Surik, seeing by the end of his eyes such a reception. Unlike Marcellin, he had nothing to cheat. He jumped sharply, made a fin in the air with his legs and landed on the sword! The hall is shut! It was a direct blow to the fans in the JI zone! We didn’t know he could sit on a sword. Surik himself did not know that. He saw that the audience was rumbling, the poet jumped abruptly and again splashed on the sword. He repeated this twenty times in a row. And, I swear, it was more cool than the look of Markelan’s ass! For us, he was a hero who defended the honour of the school. My Rocky. The Mexican Rivera.

Near the end of the song, Rita suddenly stopped. was straight. I watched Surik hurl and suddenly left! She did not tolerate the fact that she was such a queen, and suddenly on the second plan. The first is our little Maximus.

On that day, all the boys had great respect for Surik, and twenty-five girls fell in love with him irrevocably and forever.

After the death, a man’s memory is shattered.
He doesn’t remember what he promised before.

Not my (from the internet)
end of the 1980s. The last years of the Soviet Union. A deaf village in the Far East.
A teacher from this village.

“I was persuaded for a year to take class leadership in eighth grade. Children have been studying for ten years. After the eighth grade, those who did not have the point of studying left the school. This class was made up of almost all of them. Two-thirds of students in the best case will be in the PTU. In the worst - immediately to dirty work and to evening schools. My class is complicated, the children are unmanaged, in September they were rejected by another class leader. The director says that if I don’t quit them in a year, I’ll be given first class next September.

I am twenty three. The oldest of my students, Ivan, is sixteen. He spent two years in the sixth class, in the future - the second year in the eighth. When I first entered their class, he met me with a glimpse. Partha in the distant corner of the class, a wide-armed large-headed guy in dirty clothes with broken hands and ice eyes. I fear him.

I fear them all. They are afraid of Ivan. Last year, he beat a classmate in the blood that murdered his mother. They are rude, hectic, angry, they are not interested in lessons. They ate four class leaders, didn’t care about recordings in diaries and parents’ calls to school. In half of the class, parents do not dry out of the same. Never raise your voice on children. If you are sure that they will obey you, they will obey you,” I hold on to the old teacher’s words and enter the classroom like a cage with tigers, afraid to doubt that they will obey. My tigers are rude and argue. Ivan is quietly sitting on the back, lowering his eyes to the table. If he doesn’t like something, a heavy wolf look stops the careless classmate.

The district decided to raise the educational component of the work. We should visit families regularly for educational purposes. I have an abyss of reasons for visiting their parents - half of the class can be left not for the second year, but for lifelong learning. I am going to preach the importance of education. In my first family I was confused. Why Why? In the forestry, workers earn more than teachers. I look at the drunken face of the father of the family, encouraged wallpapers and I don’t know what to say. The sermons of the high crystal bell dissolve into dust. Really why? They live as they are used to. They don’t need another life.
The houses of my students are scattered for twelve kilometers. There is no public transport. I go for families. No one is pleased with visits - the teacher in the house to complaints and spoilers. I go to one house after another. Destroyed the floor. A drunk father. A drunk mother. My son is ashamed that his mother is drunk. Dirty dirty rooms. Unspoiled dishes. My students are uncomfortable, they would like me not to see their lives. I’t want to see them either. I am covered by grief and hopelessness. And in fifty years, everyone here will likewise support the falling fence with slugs and live in dirty, poor houses. No one can get out of here, even if they want to. And they do not want. The circle closed.

Ivan looks at me. Around him, brothers and sisters sit on the bed between dirty blankets and pillows. There is no bed linen and, judging by the blankets, there was never. The children stay away from their parents and stick to Ivan. and six. Ivan the Elder. I can’t say anything good to his parents – he has a solid couple. Why say something? As soon as I tell you, the morbidity will begin. My father is drunk and aggressive. I say that Ivan is good and he is very hard at work. Nevertheless, I can’t change anything, even if they won’t be beaten by me. Mother blows out of joy: “He is good to me. No one believes him, but he is kind. He knows how he looks at his brothers and sisters. He goes to the farm and to the taiga... Everybody says he learns badly, and when does he learn? You sit down, sit down, I will pour the tea on you,” she smiles the crumbs from the table with a dark cloth and rushes to put a dirty tea on the fire.

Could this angry, silent overgrowth be good? I refer to dinner, say goodbye and go out. Twelve kilometers to my house. The beginning of winter. It is dark early, you need to get to the dark.

Svetlana Yurievna, wait for you! Vanessa is running after me on the street. How are you alone? It is dark! So far away! The Mother of God spoke. I don’t remember when I heard his voice for the last time.

“Wan, go home, I’ll catch you.

What if you don’t catch? Who will offend?

Vаньka goes next to me six kilometers, until there is a sidewalk. We talk all the way. Without it, it would be terrible - the snow along the road is marked with animal traces. With him I am scared no less – his father’s dim eyes are in front of him. Ivan’s eyes were not warmer. I speak because, with the sounds of my own voice, I am not so afraid to walk next to him in the darkness in the taiga.
In the morning, at the geography class, somebody grumbled at my comment. “Hold your tongue, a silent, quiet voice from the back. We all, silenced by surprise, turn toward Ivan. He surrounds everyone with a cold, angry look and speaks aside, looking me in the eyes. - Hold your tongue, I said, you talk to the teacher. If you don’t understand, I’ll explain in court.”

I no longer have problems with discipline. Silent Ivan is an indisputable authority in the class. After conflicts and bilateral tariffs, my students and I somehow unexpectedly managed to build a relationship. The main thing is to be honest and treat them with respect. I find it easier for me than other teachers: I teach geography with them. On the one hand, the subject is not needed by anyone, the knowledge of geography does not check the area, on the other hand, there is no neglect of knowledge. They may not know where China is, but that doesn’t stop them from learning something new. I don’t call Ivan to the board anymore. He makes tasks in writing. I don’t carefully see him sending notes with answers.

There should be political information at school twice a week. They do not distinguish Indians from Indians and Vorkuta from Voronezh. From hopelessness I spit on the front lines and party politics, and twice a week I tell them articles from the journal Around the World. We discuss futuristic predictions and the possibility of the existence of the snowman, I tell you that the Russians and the Slavs are not the same as the writing was before Cyril and Methodius.

I know they will never get out of here, and lie to them that if they want to, they will change their lives. Can I leave here? can be. If you really want. Yes, they won’t do anything, but it’s impossible to accept that being born in the wrong place, in the wrong family, has blocked all roads for my open, responsive, abandoned students. for the whole life. No chance to change anything. So I inspired them to lie that the main thing is to want to change.

In the spring, they come to visit me. The first one comes and asks questions:

This is what?

and mixer.

Why Why?

Destroying the white.

Bowl, can be wrapped with a fork. Why did they buy dust?

Paul is dusting.

- Empty waste, and a wreath can be, - he ticks his finger in the fan. And this why?

This is a fan! Dry the hair!

The rabbit is furiously angry:

Why do you dry them? Will they not dry themselves?! to

The Lech! How to make hair? To be beautiful!

This is a bad thing, Svetlana Jurievna! With fat you get angry, you spend money! A full balcony is filled! Translate the powder.

In the house of Leshka, like in the house of Ivan, there are no carpenters. This is the bed, the bed.

Ivan will not come. They will regret that Ivan did not come, they will break down the house cake without him and catch up for him. Then they will find a thousand more reasons to fall in guests, who one by one, who company. Everyone except Ivan. He will never come. They will go to the kindergarten for my son without my requests, and I will be calm - as long as there is no village spana with him, nothing will happen, they are the best protection for him. Neither before nor after I have seen such a degree of devotion and reciprocity from the students. Sometimes I bring my son from the kindergarten Ivan. They have mutual sympathy.

On the nose of the graduation exams, I walk the tail after the teacher of English Elena - I persuade not to leave Ivan for the second year. The prolonged conflict and mutual passionate hatred do not leave Vanke a chance to quit school. Elena cheats Vanku with drinking parents and brothers and sisters abandoned with living parents. Ivan hates her fiercely, Hamit. I persuaded all subjects not to leave Vanka for the second year. Elena is unstoppable. To convince Vanku to apologize to Elena also does not work:

I’m not going to apologize to this guy. Let her not talk about my parents, I will not answer her then!

– Van, you can’t say that about the teacher, – Ivan silently raises heavy eyes on me, I silence and again go to persuade Elena:

- Elena Sergeevna, of course, you need to leave him for the second year, but he will still not learn English, and you will have to tolerate it for another year. He will sit with those who are three years younger, and it will be even worse.
The prospect of suffering Vanka another year is a decisive factor, Elena accuses me of earning cheap authority from students and agrees to draw Vanka's annual three.

We take exam in Russian. All the classes received the same pencil. After submitting the works, we check the works with two pencil in hand. One with a blue paste, the other with a red. In order for the composition to pull to three, you need to correct the hell cloud of mistakes, after which you can take the red paste.

The results of the exam are announced. They are proud. Everyone said that we will not surrender the Russians, but we surrendered! You have surrendered. The good guys! I believe in you. I kept my promise for a year. I will get my first class in September. Those of mine who came to study in the ninth will give me all their bouquets during the lineup.

A few years. Beginning of the nineties. Ambulance at the same school on September 1.

Svetlana Yurievna, hello to you! I am being cared for by a young man. Did you recognize me?

I have a feverish memory of whose father this is, but I cannot remember his child:

- Of course I learned, - maybe, in the course of the conversation will release the memory.

I brought my sister. Remember when you came to us, she was sitting with me on the bed?

and WANKA! Is it you?! to

I am Svetlana Jurievna. You did not recognize me, in the voice of insult and reproach. Werewolf, how do you recognize you? You are completely different.

- I have finished the technical school, I work in Khabarovsk, I buy an apartment. When I buy, I take all of my own.

He easily entered the nineties — he had excellent survival practice and a heavy cold look. In a couple of years he will actually buy a big apartment, get married, take his sisters and brothers and break the relationship with his parents. The body will fuse and die by the beginning of the two thousand. Some graduate from institutions. Someone will move to Moscow.

You changed our lives.

How is?

You told a lot. You had beautiful dresses. The girls always waited for what dress you would come in. We wanted to live like you.

When they wanted to live like me, I lived in one of the three houses of a murdered military town near the forest farm village. I had a mixer, a dryer, a vacuum cleaner, bed linen, and Around the World magazines. I dressed beautiful clothes in the evening.

The key to opening the closed doors can be a fan and beautiful dresses. If you really want.”

Remembering election promises after the elections is extremism!

XXX: I agree with you. He lost consciousness twice in the ambulance.



Yyy: I hope your kids didn’t see this shame and went to class without any problems.