XX: Yes, in general, the direct believers have us especially and not. According to official data, more than 2.5 million people attended the Christmas service in 2018. One of the most important services of the whole Orthodoxy. Less than 2% of the population.

YYY: That’s a lot for the 21st century.

XXX is very little. In individual games, the daily online is higher.

Yyy: Well the game is old, poorly supported, the last update was 2000 years ago, and the major events ended in the 15th century, and those were on a Catholic server.

What the coronavirus will not do, our government will do.

At the end of the nineties worked in our school as a teacher of primary classes Eva Arkadievna P. - a wonderful soulful man, a high-class professional, who was respected and loved by boys, girls, and their parents. It was then that Eve Arkadievna was already under sixty and if she stood up on the weights, then from the height of her height of 160 cm she saw the arrow rolling up next to the mark "130 kg". That, however, did not prevent her from remaining cheerful, fun and energetic.
Following the tradition, she said:
The lesson is over, I let my first-class students go for a change, I write the topic of the next lesson in a journal and I see one boy standing next to me instead of running with them all into the hallway. He wants to say something, but is embarrassed. I ask :
What is it about, Sasha? Did you understand something in the class?
He nodded his head, saying no.
Did you not have time to write your homework? Have you lost something? Something is hurt?
All by the way. I lay down my pen, look him in the eyes and smile encouragingly.
Why don’t you go for change? Please speak, I listen carefully.
“I just want to tell you,” said Sasha, “I like to learn from you. You are interested in teaching us, and you are good and... - pause, - and you...
He is confused again, turns his eyes away – and I understand that the boy wants to make me a compliment, but the strict childish conscience does not allow me to be called beautiful. I’m already opening my mouth to thank him and send him to play with my friends... but here ingenuity wins! With a smile, Sasha joyfully says:
You look like Winnie the Pooh!
Then for a few seconds he looked at me critically and reasonably added:
Only your legs are longer.

To prevent Rogozin from fleeing to the West, he is paid $670,000.
The head of NASA receives $250,000.
Question: Why does he, s#ka, not run from his NASA to us?

Xxx: Dating on Instagram is a stupid idea

YYY: Where is it possible? I seriously

Xxx: In the pool of course. And the figure is seen, and the cosmetic is washed.

Yyy: So there and my figure will be seen

I thought of myself as a good person until my child approached me with the question: "Will you get a cat for 8 million rubles?"

At the end of the nineties worked in our school as a teacher of primary classes Eva Arkadievna P. - a wonderful soulful man, a high-class professional, who was respected and loved by boys, girls, and their parents. It was then that Eve Arkadievna was already under sixty and if she stood up on the weights, then from the height of her height of 160 cm she saw the arrow rolling up next to the mark "130 kg". That, however, did not prevent her from remaining cheerful, fun and energetic.

Following the tradition, she said:

The lesson is over, I let my first-class students go for a change, I write the topic of the next lesson in a journal and I see one boy standing next to me instead of running with them all into the hallway. He wants to say something, but is embarrassed. I ask :

What is it about, Sasha? Did you understand something in the class?

He nodded his head, saying no.

Did you not have time to write your homework? Have you lost something? Something is hurt?

All by the way. I lay down my pen, look him in the eyes and smile encouragingly.

Why don’t you go for change? Please speak, I listen carefully.

“I just want to tell you,” said Sasha, “I like to learn from you. You are interested in teaching us, and you are good and... - pause, - and you...

He is confused again, turns his eyes away – and I understand that the boy wants to make me a compliment, but the strict childish conscience does not allow me to be called beautiful. I’m already opening my mouth to thank him and send him to play with my friends... but here ingenuity wins! With a smile, Sasha joyfully says:

You look like Winnie the Pooh!

Then for a few seconds he looked at me critically and reasonably added:

Only your legs are longer.

I remembered what happened to my classmates. We studied in class at 10 (the school was for gifted children, with a local university, it is to understand that not to be who studied there, but all adequate, normal schoolchildren). Two classmates went to school in a bus with the director of the school, and they did not give up their seat to him. At the time, the director of the years 45-50 was, seemed to be a man in the midst of his strength. But when the girls came to school, a scandal broke out. At first, they were summoned to report disrespect for an adult, and even more to the director. Then I asked the teacher of ethics. To which the teacher answered clearly that according to the rules of the label they were not obliged to give in. The director is not an old person and not a disabled person, but the fact that they did not take into account his status, so there is no word about this in the label.



In short, three days the school burl, and then the teacher was fired (

In ’96 he went on a trip with an Irishman to Nizhnevartovsk. His speech was peculiar. And I learned from the first day that I only understand him when I look him in the face.

For example, he stands at the laboratory table, processes the sample, talks to me. Suddenly something turns aside and I stop understanding it, entirely. As if the sound was turned off.

I bypass it so that to see it "in the phase" - understanding returns.

I’ve been around it all week. :)

I came to Moscow, the whole office is looking at me with an undisclosed interest, like "well how? ? to ? “ Then they split up, they told: before me a girl with a philological education (Romanian-German faculty, English specialization) worked as a translator, went on a business trip with this Irishman, came in hysteria: "I have a red diploma, but I do not love it! "

I can’t read on my lips, neither in my native language nor in a foreign language.

For every good with fist, you will find your evil with a lawyer.

Families gathered for the second child, told how they went to the nursery for the first time.
They live alone, young lovers. The caring husband very carefully gathered his wife to the hospital. All provided, and warm things, and hygiene, and about stock something collected, and to eat a young mother, things got a lot. The fighting began, the ambulance arrived, the husband pulls everything into the car, bags, bags, loaded under the bandage.
The doctor standing next to the car looks closely at it and says:
Will you take her back?

The crowd of dirty frostbite called the mayor of the participants of the rally, demanding in November to connect hot water and heating.

Years ago, I used to do some kind of programming, for little things, for myself, as a hobby. Even took a modest part in the development and Russification of one of the Linux distributors... He was then on the near-Linux forums almost outright.

How long, or briefly, I needed one day to recall my youth and draw a small script for a purely special task. Painted, started and set off. It seems to work. I was delighted: there is, there is more powder! I start again - some nonsense at the exit.

I begin to hide and understand that there is one procedure in the script that, for reasons I do not understand, then works as it should, then does not work at all, and what it depends on, it is difficult to understand. Most importantly, I understand that I’ve seen this before, but I don’t remember where and for what reason. So the solution definitely exists.

I started digging the internet. On the fifth or sixth page of Google I find a very similar case, on some Linux forum someone with a strange nick describes exactly the same problem and gives a solution, but it is hidden under the headset. And I remember that forum and even was there registered, well, I think now I will restore the password and look at everything I need. I open my archive with all the passwords, there is no forum there for some reason. I recorded at the time. Okay, we will act differently, we will make a password recovery to the mail. I enter one of my emails, not in the forum database, the second, the same result, the third. Also by the way. I try to remember what kind of mail I had then and I am falling. I was then a little paranoid and used different mailboxes for different purposes, respectively, and the nics were also different and the passwords too. For safety, you know. Everything is serious.

I get the outer, on which I have stored an ancient mammoth shit, I begin to shake it. and bingo! The necessary soap is there, though not immediately. I log in and restore access to the forum.

I go over to the message. My nose under the headset. There is written:

"This procedure on fast machines does not always work correctly, and sometimes the variable is zeroed to correct it, after the procedure it is necessary to put a pause of 500ms. In this case, everything works as it should.”

What a familiar decision. I look at this friend’s nick, and that’s me.

My friend’s husband brought from fishing still live caras and put them in the refrigerator. And they were there fighting so hard that the thunderstorm on the whole kitchen stood. The girlfriend could not withstand, released them into the basin with water and began to wait for their natural death. And one carousel did not want to die. Then the friend’s husband told Karasu that if he survived that night, he would survive. And early in the morning he carried him a few kilometers back to the river. On the shore, on the question of another fisherman, this hero replied, "I promised him!"

Families gathered for the second child, told how they went to the nursery for the first time.

They live alone, young lovers. The caring husband very carefully gathered his wife to the hospital. All provided, and warm things, and hygiene, and about stock something collected, and to eat a young mother, things got a lot. The fighting began, the ambulance arrived, the husband pulls everything into the car, bags, bags, loaded under the bandage.

The doctor standing next to the car looks closely at it and says:

Will you take her back?

Strawberries are a very strong drug. If you strangely bind with the mess, then the muscles begin to hurt heavily.

Following hot tracks

Last Saturday, singer Valery Meladze, disagreeing with the new restrictive rules for artists (introduced due to the coronavirus) proposed to his colleagues - to boycott the shooting of the New Year's show.

“Imagine if you turn on the TV on New Year’s Eve, and there is no New Year’s light, no music, no entertainment program. If our work is prohibited by restrictive measures, we are prohibited from taking part in New Year’s shootings. I think it would be correct to adhere to these rules and to all artists to give up shooting in New Year’s programs,” Meladze said.

However, he pointed out in an interview with journalists, it was a hypothetical proposal.

"It is clear that there will be New Year's programs: it is impossible to deprive the audience of some joy," the singer summed up.

So maybe just the opposite, the absence of such programs will give at least some joy to the audience on the New Year’s Eve.)))

How did you manage to lose so much weight?
I switched to proper nutrition, sports twice a day, massage with anti-cellulite cream, walks in the fresh air...
What kind of cream?

It was during my student time. Standard morning trip by bus. When paying for the trip, I understand that there is only a large note (rubies 500 where that, for the student, the amount is significant) I show the conductor, he suggested that he will take it, and as the delivery will be suitable. I already did so, I saw no problem in this and agreed, especially my route was from one end of the city to the other, will have time to collect.

My main task is not to forget. He sat down on a free seat, got his headphones, and... turned off for 20-30 minutes exactly (the trip was long).

When I woke up with fresh thoughts, I had forgotten what I was supposed to give.

Here and my stop is seen, as in nothing I get out of the bus, and I see the picture as the conductor looks at me in the trail, and here to me comes that my money was crying)) the state number did not even remember.

I understand that it makes no sense to run behind the bus, left for his affairs, and thought that today a happy day with the conductor may be (the city millionaire, the chances are zero on the same bus route to get)

Then, over the course of the day, he was still traveling by bus, on other routes, but was already on check.

And by evening it happened that I had to sit on the same route, but in a completely different place. Not paying attention to Mr. The number, the color of the bus, I sit in it, and I see the same conductor! And he remembered me, did not turn on the fool, but approached and gave the delivery, taking into account the real trip, I thanked him for his honesty)

As long as I was driving, the smile from my face did not pass the whole journey.

Xxx: I really don’t understand what the hunt is.

A friend says, “I recently bought a new gun for 200 thousand, I’ll go to Teterev.”

I think it’s somewhat too fat for Teterev.

If you have a gun for 200 knives, you have to go, at least, to Baskov.

If you have 200 thousand, why kill the teterev?

You can hire a killer who will kill the teterev.

And he will not just kill the teterev, but will do everything as if it was suicide.

And the tetereva will then be found in a cheap hotel room, around a package of tablets and a note with the text: "Barbara, I have done all this, there is no longer the strength to pay the loan for our double."