Russian athletes took at this Olympics 1 gold more than in the past. Germany is 9 fewer than the previous year.

German media outlets about a conspiracy against Germany? No is.

Is Germany getting hysterical? No is.

Are the Bundestag deputies craving? No is.

It is surprising, right?

The people who kill,

Officials are richer.

This story is often remembered in our family.
Before the war, my grandfather had a stomach ulcer. The hospital was in the neighborhood, and his best friend, on a spring break, dragged his dying grandfather on his sandwiches all night long, saying:
Hold on, my friend, hold on!
I didn’t believe I would bring him alive. The ulcer turned out to be perforated, peritonitis began, the operation was long, heavy, but a miracle happened, the grandfather survived. When the war began, he was not taken to the front because of his disability.
Grandpa and Grandpa had four children. One boy died of typhus in the autumn of 1941. And in the winter, two three-year-old twin girls, Lenochka and Raechka, swelled from hunger and slept.
In the family there was a favorite cat Vaska. He properly caught mice and placed them on the threshold of the masters - it was that it was not a darmood. And at night he went to bed with the girls, lay between them, murmured and heated them with his warmth. The girls from weakness could not even raise thin, like fireworks, pins to lick the cat.
And then came the terrible day when one of the little girls, Raečka, died. My grandmother cried and cursed the war. The cat got stuck in the corner, realizing that something terrible had happened. In the morning, he brought a piece of black bread into the house and laid it in front of his grandmother: “Here is my prey.” The grandmother did not believe her eyes, and the cat shrugged at her feet, as if comforting her.
The grandmother mixed the bread in boiling water and fed the little daughter. By the evening, Lenochka smiled and was able to chew the cat with a weakened hand. The next day, the cat pulled the tail from the silk. My grandmother cried, praising him. She cooked a fish bouillon.
On the third day, the cat did not come home. He stole food from the German kitchen. They pursued him and asked for a row from the machine. The wounded cat was tied to a pillar and hanged a “PARTISAN” sign. They expelled all the inhabitants and warned that this would be the case with anyone who dared to bring food to the partisans.
But it turned out that Vaska was not shot, but only wounded. At night, slightly alive, Vaska somehow freed himself and came home. And the grandfather, in fear of death, hid it in a basket under the floor. For a week my grandfather tried to get out of the feeder. She whispered to the cat’s ear:
“If I survived, you will hesitate, cats have seven lives, hold on to a friend, hold on to a friend, the partisans don’t give up.
The wounds were severe and the cat did not survive. His grandfather buried Vaska outside the house.
This is how an ordinary village cat saved a little girl from starving death. It was my mother.
Olesya Afonskaya

At the table with 20 cakes are sitting a member of parliament, a worker and an immigrant. A member of the parliament eats 19 cakes and then says:
“Workers, be careful, an immigrant wants to take away your cake!

xxx: Today at work, a colleague told a sad story about how he bought a blueberry because he wanted to, and his unemployed wife and a retired aunt were drinking him all night for waste, because the time is right for the mortgage payment.

“Thanks to the bleach, I’ve clearly seen what kind of witches I live with under the same roof,” he said sadly pulling a cigarette.

I have a problem, not only with the absence of a girlfriend, but also with the absence of friends.

At the same time, I myself regularly reflect, analyze my behavior, and do not demand anything from others, but all my interest revolves around comp (series, movies, games) and online communication with a couple of people and here, on Picaba.

At the same time, in my life, as I say in vacancies, an active life position, I develop regularly at work, change positions, I also go to the gym. But outside of the house, I’m not interested in anything.

I try to meet girls on dating sites, but somehow everything fails.

Now came the thought: maybe try to create some information hunger? Per, refusing to communicate on the Internet (for example, here) will give some internal impetus and I will figure out where exactly I want to compensate for the lack of communication.



YYY: Of course, turn off the computer. right now. Look in the closet, there is probably a decent shirt or fashionable shirt. Wash, hair and go out! Directly to the beer store. Take the stock to four liters for the price of three. Then, go to the King burger and take a double Vopper with cheese, Stack House or Baconizer, potatoes and cheese sauce. Then go home and sit down at the computer. Drink a cool beer, eat hot hamburgers, and watch funny videos on YouTube or a series. To the fuck of these friends and babs))



Zzzz: Well finally normal, fucking advice!

The change of power is not a toast, but an article.

I met a nice young Russian couple in Egypt. Together we went to the dining room, bathed together and went on excursions. An Egyptian staff member greeted us:
Rousseau is a tourist. A form of morality!
A form of immorality? I don’t understand the businessman’s wife. I looked at my husband and he shrugged his shoulders.
And I realized that for the first time in my life I met adult Russians who did not watch Diamond Hand.

Every few years, Putin gives the government the same assignments that they do not cope with.
Strangely enough, neither he nor they get bored.

Xxx: I recently read an article about South Africa. In general, of course, a bullish and fucking country. They allow same-sex marriages and officially recognize religious marriages of 5 confessions. They also allow polygamy and even have a reality show about a man who has 3 wives. So they decided recently to change the constitution and allow the multitude, which is common in some tribes. And the religious were opposed, this is typically contrary to their statutes and it will be difficult to determine from whom the child is, if a woman, for example, has 7 husbands (like the heroine in the article). So same-sex marriages and polygamy are not contradictory, and polygamy is contradictory. I wonder what they will decide in the end.



Yyy : LOL By the way, if the husband is only one, it is still not so easy to determine who the child is from.

Xxx: From my mother’s words, I started speaking quite early. She talked to me as if I was an adult. And there was no such sushi-pussy, Lila, Daddy.

Then we came to grandmother. And it began: and who is this thy maceshenky, and this is for a bird. I turn to my mom and say.

Does my grandmother not know how to speak?

After that, the grandmother complained that the niece struck her granddaughter, that he would troll her.

xxx: I’m doing a post with Google’s criticism. The next drop shows the street next to my house.

Careful observation

On Russian television, only sports commentators speak well about Ukraine, suffering for Ukrainian athletes as their own.

© Dmitry Sviridov

He spent an hour there and an hour back. On the trolleybus. As they say, from the end to the end. It was when there was no traffic in the city.
At first – it was about six months ago – he was dumb looking out the window. Then I thought he was wasting time. I started learning French for some reason. Why exactly French? He himself did not know. I got a self-taught. Record the phonetic exercises. In the film.
He lived in one area and worked in another. The subway appeared later. A trolleybus and only a trolleybus. You sit on the bench so that you are not pushed, and you go. boring to drive. In the opposite. When you learn, time goes faster.
Twenty years, like a day. and resigned. Because of pension.
Home was not boring: there was the Internet. French could be improved.
Then he and his wife moved to the village. Tired of the city. The apartment is for a married son. And there, in nature.
The house is good. Two rooms with one door. One room from another. The ancestors wanted them. Per, and specifically, a separate bowl was made.
I brought a garden. And he, a former city worker, looked like a simple village man. He shaved every three or four days. He wore old pants, filled in boots, sometimes black calas on his bare leg, shirt colored on his shoulders. There is no place to dress in the village.
Gas in the house. Summer water in the garden. Beds and beds, a small chicken family - you can live.
No need to miss. Because a reasonable person will always find a job. He will never sit without work. Only sometimes when they get tired. Or after the bath.
A friend from the city called. Asked to give it to his friends. A couple from Moscow. Very intelligent. He agreed.
Apartments have appeared. Polite and educated people. Gorky liked it. The village liked it too. A man went out into the yard with a computer and was writing something. 2 or 3 hours. On the grass, a couple of references. His wife painted.
The Aquarius. And the village street, and the chicken family, and the grass grown near the fence.
He wrote something, she painted. In the evening we went for a walk. We did not communicate with the owners of the house. Sometimes something at home.
Very friendly and educated people. Watching them is a pleasure. Because culture, because sophistication, because sophistication.
He once pulled out a crap from the street. The residents went out to sit on the bench. Suddenly I heard French. He immediately dropped everything inside, and then rose again - from enthusiasm. And he deliberately moved closer to the speakers to listen and enjoy. And to communicate is to communicate!
The artist said, “Look at this man. All his life he cuts urticaria, and in winter he screams at the window. And he needs nothing. A primitive village. You look: a brush, an old shirt and boots. Time stopped at him. Probably from the 19th century.”
And the man writer answers, “Yes, and we’re all about spiritual problems. All about them. The eternal search for meaning that escapes.
The owner of the house laid his hair, wiped his hands on the old pants. And in French he said, “You are not looking for meaning there. There is no pride or pride in him. There was not and will not be.”
He has a good pronunciation. There are no mistakes in speech. He knew that not. I didn’t want to see them pale, their faces stretched out. They ran after him, drowned. And questions, questions: “Who are you? What kind of man are you?”
He turned and said. Again in French: “And I am a dispatched Decabrist. The Lord Nicholas sent. Participation in the Uprising. Since the nineteenth century it is here. In the summer I crack. “In the winter I’m at the window.”
George is hot.

I think there are actually only two directions.
Book and album.

Once I went to visit my classmate, with whom we were friends. The bell ringed, and her father opened the door. He said, “O myth, come in! »

I went in.

Go to the kitchen and sit down.

has passed. the village.

The parent opened the refrigerator, got a frame with honey from there, cut off the sweetening amber piece the size of a brick, put it in a dish, put everything on the table in front of me, put a teaspoon next to me.

Eat it!

He left the kitchen.

If they offer me honey, I will never refuse. I took a cup and started eating. Still acquainted in the shower, or in the toilet, or where did she get there? I wait and eat. Eat and wait. I ate it all.

The door to the kitchen opened and the parent came in again.

– Oh! Eat it all? ! to The young man! Do you want tea?

The Tea? No is! I do not want! Where is Nadia?

and A! by Nadia! No to No! She went to Kiev for two days.

and oh! I blinked my eyes, so I’ll go. ! to

Go to!

The end of history.

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When you see a bright poster where they boast of some building, etc. The word “United Russia” should be replaced by “on your taxes”. But on the ruins, slums and destroyed factories, it would be necessary to write "made "United Russia".

Manipulation

I went down in the elevator with my neighbor Victor. Victor drinks and smokes, an ordinary man, he works as a taxi driver.
And here, while we were driving, he decided that since I was a television director, I just had to get to know the television:

- Listen, can you come with me for half an hour, can you help pick a new telephone? My mother is in the village, so badly. 15 years worked. Even cinematic, really good was the telecast, dear. Well, although the mother is seventy-six years old, she lives alone, it is understandable that she looks at the telephone twenty hours a day. What else does she do? Any telephone will die. And now there is no television and her mother began to remember where she was hurt. Every day he calls and complains. Could you help choose?

I had time, so in twenty minutes we had already wandered among hundreds of televisions, kicking away from the annoying men with badges.

In the final two more or less suitable options came out, Victor reasoned and pretended:

- This is for twelve nothing to himself, but the firm is somewhat unknown, but this one is bigger and a bit better, but he is already seventeen, five, shit, more expensive. What will we decide?

I approached a huge TV, almost as big as a garage gate, and asked:

-Vitok, what do you think, would such a telephone on your mother's wall fit?
And why not? I would have moved, but let’s not distract, we have come for the matter. So what do we take? Twelve or Seventeen?
Imagine if you brought my mom such a huge telephone.
“Yes, it would be cool, he’s probably bigger than the movie screen at our club. But what to think about it? You see, he’s worth fifty one, his mother a piece! In any case, for twelve much cooler and a little more than she had, so she should be happy. and?

And then I imagined Victor’s mother, whom I’d never seen and hardly see and remembered my mom. And I really wanted to surprise and paint the life of an unfamiliar old lady with a broken TV, but here it was necessary to have a sharp and almost uncovered manipulation by Victor. It needed a phrase, a short slogan, a formula. I invented it and it worked great. Victor hanged for a while, wiped his moist eyes with his fist, and resolutely exhaled:

This is a repair on the balcony! He will not escape from me for a hundred years. I will not get into the car, I will put anything on the roof.

And he went to pay the television for fifty one, his mother, a thousand.

A month later, Victor met me on the street and said joyfully:

"Mom still just in shock from the TV, he looks even bigger in the room than in the store, almost all the carpet on the wall closed. I made her the internet and she watched videos on YouTube all day long, especially loves to walk around the cities. At four o'clock she walks in Paris, Venice, Moscow, but the funniest thing is that when she sees something beautiful there, a monument, or a park with flowers, she takes pictures on the phone and sends me pictures. I can wash them.
So thank you for forcing me to buy this phone, it was expensive, but it was worth it. I am your debtor.
– No, Vitya, I didn’t force you or even persuade you, you decided yourself.
“Well, you told me that you said, take the healthiest for fifty-one, don’t cheat for your mother, money is a business and everything is in that spirit.
I didn’t say that, especially about money. I literally remember what I said to you then, I said, “Put your hand on your heart and honestly answer, not to me, but to yourself, as you think your seventy-six-year-old mother, how many more TVs will be in your life...?”

The Pension Fund demanded that the “wish for long years of life” be recognized as extremism.