The more you save on education and culture, the more you cost the maintenance of the police, security guards, prisons and other public that is useless for the future of the country.

I was standing in China near a coffee shop, waiting for a girlfriend. It’s cold, it’s raining, I’ve forgotten my jacket, my phone is discharged, my girlfriend is late and I don’t know when she’s coming, I don’t know Chinese — in general, the whole set. I stand on the nerves, I eat from the cold, as suddenly a guy barista comes out and quietly stretches me latte. I hesitated at the wallet, but he only nodded his head, turned me a glass, smiled and went on to work. No names, no dialogue, only a minute episode, but I still remember that delicious coffee.

Where is our elite infected? He does not use public transportation and does not go shopping. There is only one explanation: the waiters spit them in the food.

In the 11th grade we walked around the city. Beer and good weather. I met a company of girls. A beautiful woman looked, even a little fighting because of her with another applicant.

In the evening, as a real gentleman, he led the lady to the house. We are somewhere in the south of Moscow, in the Mariino area. I understand that my parents will most likely be excited if I go home late. But there is nowhere to retreat. Go to the metro:

Where do you live? Where are we going?

to the grandmother.

I live nearby too!

The cards go well! So, she lives nearby or in the neighborhood, I’ll get home quickly if anything. I don’t give the kind.

Going to Grandma. She is:

Oh router, let’s go down!

I’m in a bit of a shock because we’re sitting in the 46-way that’s going straight to my house. Bollywood goes to the end. We go out.

So where is your home?

Van is across the road.

It points to my house. I am already looking for a puddle. I think the comrades may have touched, and that’s a joke.

Let us go. We approach the entrance, of course, to mine. And then I walk the horse, and I open the housephone with my key!

The girl is in shock. In the eyes of admiration and probably a lot of fear.

In general, it turned out that she lives on 2 floors below, moved a few years ago. I haven’t seen her all the time, maybe I just didn’t pay attention. The house is high, there are many apartments in the entrance.

This is a million chance. At the other end of the multi-million city to meet a girl from your entrance!

Humanity will end when artificial intelligence becomes curious.

The investment office. Accept the money of clients, invest in various shares. In the state, of course, highly intelligent stock exchange analysts.
The office at the company without searches is open. Only the head of the office. In the corner of the opena sits a middle-aged uncle, covered with mountains of pots. This is Alexander Dmitrievich (uncle Sasha, Sanechek-for old workers, Mitrich for a couple of bosses), archivary. All the documents come together with him, he also takes them up from the archive if necessary. Quiet and insignificant officer. He worked in those times when there was no archive, and the firm under another name traded something widely used.
Bitcoin is growing! He joyfully proclaims Michael. Young but promising. Start of. Department of Currency. It is growing, sweetheart. “Misha believed in this bitcoin like an angel in heaven. Mining is arranged. Everybody’s ears burst, some people get involved.
It was winter 2017. The bit coin flew as if Shrek had a pencil attached to it.
by Herr Michel. A voice came from the archive corner. I want to sell my bitcoins.
Do not get mad, uncle. He is growing! Wait until next year - we will earn millions.
and Misha. The archivist repeated. I want to sell my bitcoins now. After all, I act now as a customer and can decide where to invest my money!
“Alexander Dmitrievich, I repeat, this is a wrong decision.
and KMs. Should I go to Vasily Konstantinovich?
You are making a terrible mistake! It really hurt Michele. You will see!
I want to sell my bitcoins. Half of the currency is converted to British pounds and half to yuan.
The old fool. I broke Misha. Heavenly, the copper pencil remembers. What’s not in the pocket is, like, not his. Let’s see how you bite.
Prior to the NH, uncle Sasha had time to invest his prize in some Canadian shares, offending even the special Nadjenka.

A new year. The date changed the tail from 7 to 8.

On the day the all-powerful bitcoin collapsed into a boring shit, Herr Michel became the color of his shirt – white. The office whispered, looking into the corner. Michael came out of the chief’s office, where he had just been placed a telegraph column.
The Uncle! The unfortunate broke up, extending his hands to heaven. How did you know it was speculation? You are not an expert or an analyst.
On the principle of drought. Sanchez answered indisputably.
Explain to.
See also Mr. Michael. After the army I had three years to work as an assistant driver in my hometown. So, I know for sure, if the shit came out of the pit, when there should be no more than half there, it is a bad thing to argue about all kinds of high matters. Just a bit of shit threw a pack of yeast there. Here is the market – if something goes up from this or that – look for speculation. Spekulation only benefits my pocket. And so with everything – stocks, currencies, promises, prices... Don’t be upset, Gerr Michel. There are no mistakes. Everybody gets hit someday.
And you got caught?
My uncle breathed.
I married so.

Zhirinovsky complained that Zhvanetsky was buried at the Novodevichy cemetery and in general, there are too many artists, and there are no deputies. Totally agree with him! I wish there were more deputies, and Zhvanetsky would be alive.

And my colleague is sure that if she is shed black blood, she will have black children.

YYY: Hey... well, it’s important that the husband believes... ?

XXX: Weekday at 10 a.m. A neighbor knocks on the door and wakes a woman (55 years old). I dress up and ask what happened. He does not show a cable TV, asks to check if it works at us. I check, we are okay. I say call the provider, they will help, he replies - "I called, they said they turned off because of debt, I just thought maybe everyone doesn't work."

What, why why why

It is sad to realize this, but the small amount of "free and high-quality medical care" due to me under the new amendments to the Constitution, I will only be able to obtain from a pathologist in the foreseeable future.

My police are taking care of me.
Just the militia.
This happened about 1982. In the summer I was sent from my village to my grandmother in the city. They handed me over and I became a temporary city resident. Everything is interesting... trolley buses, trams (I’ve only seen them in the letter before). I met some local guys. They were a few years older than me at the time. I didn’t say I was seven at the time. I don’t remember exactly, but somewhere. And here is the police, ask you, and here’s what happened. These guys invited me to ride the tram. I only saw it in books. I have agreed. I remember how the rails were touched by the foot, not if it was driving, and the ear was placed to them. have waited. They went. They arrived. Where is HS. But I trusted them...in vain. They started running for some columns, I, thinking that this was a game, ran after them, had fun, laughed. But somehow they disappeared. and all together. I did not realize it immediately, but when it came to me that I was alone, somewhere in the city, how, where, where, what? Panic began here. No to panic! I sat down at the nearest pillar and cried. And what else to do was to a 7-year-old child who knows where he is and where to go.
It began to dark. The Twilight. Since the time was July-August, it was already midnight. How long I sat there, I don’t know. I do not remember. From the thoughts of starving death, a woman’s voice drew me. He asked something.
There was a girl in front of me. in a military form. I, remembering all the stories of my parents that if you behave badly, then a uncle - a police officer will take you, I again racked up. I didn’t want to fall into the hands of the evil uncle – the police officer. But there was a tall (when you are 7 years old - all tall), a slim, cute girl. Even in military form.
Once reassured, I took her into the car and went to the department. And in my head all the thoughts - they were arrested, now they will be taken to jail and I will not see my grandmother and parents. But maybe the transmissions will be carrying – sending... (the books started. I’ve read Maynard and Jules Verne with an inch. But in that situation they did not help. What a fucking thing.) is
When I arrived at the police station, I found that the tears had not yet ended and I cried again. Now they go to jail and see. and above. But that aunt-military officer once again reassured me, asked where I live, but I don’t know... I said that I came to visit my grandmother. More precisely, they brought. And so everything calmly, polite, served candy, asked where, from where. I don’t know the address. He said that in the village, 50 km. from the city. What would you think? They drove me to Wasik and brought me home. at 4 o’clock at night. I slept all the way (maybe not, but I don’t remember it). I remember lying on the back seat. My head was on her feet. Aunt of Military. I was so calm. Here I realized that the militia not only puts people in jail, but also helps people! Since then I have ceased to fear the police.
"Imagine the kindness of parents, when at 4 a.m. the police give them a half-sleeping child, who, having seen familiar landscapes, immediately crushed. It seemed to be the tension of the day. When my grandmother called me and told me I was alive, I don’t remember. (But the next time I came to my grandmother, I didn’t see those mosquitoes again.)
Who the police officer is, I don’t know. It inspired me in faith in people. It’s been 40 years, and I remember it.
Happiness and joy to you!
and all.

The best stories are porn movies. There are no explosions, murders, everyone loves each other, kisses wherever they get and always have a happy ending.

Madame came to the reception, with her son Maximka. After the examination, I was a little stunned...al. Maximka has an urgent pathology, requires serious hospital treatment with mandatory hospitalization. I say I have to go to bed. I say! I do not ask!

The son was silent all the time, only his mother said.

And the lady is like this: "He won't go to the hospital to go to bed, write out the pills!"

and honestly. I thought it was like that in anecdotes. Fortunately, I know a great way I mastered when I was in the ambulance. I put a box in the history of illness, near the field "rejection of hospitalization", I stretch it, I say:

Please register here.

Why is.

Then, if tomorrow your child remains disabled for the rest of his life, or worse, I will not be jailed.

Go straight to the room! A golden skill to make the patient feel responsible for their life and health, and not infantically transferred to doctors. And Maximke, the fuck, is 29 years old!

I worked at Tele2 for a while, serving clients. There were all kinds of personalities: evil grandmothers, who scored 1 penny, addicts and alkashi, who needed to urgently throw money on the card, but one case I remembered the most. Husband and wife come. Next M is the husband, Z is the wife, O is the operator (I).

M – Hello, I have money for something every day, can you see?

Yes, I will look at it now.

I start watching subscriptions first and see porn subscriptions first.

Usually I do not say which subscriptions are connected to the client, but silently remove them, but then the man himself asked to name them.

You have a sexual signature.

M is how? Yes is? The kids probably connected.

Misha, we have no children.

The Silence...

I wake up at the alarm clock, get out of bed, do my morning procedures, dress up and go to work. After a whole day, I wake up in my bed again. It turns out that I have dreamed all this and I need to go back to work.

Skuratov in his time washed up with girls in the bath and fucking.

It is not a scourge, but a man like a scourge.

Zzz: And not with girls, but with humanoids, similar to young females of humans.

I was very shy and shy when I was 10. At the same age, in the winter in Yakutsk (-40 on the street and thick fog), I missed my stop (since ice formed on the windows of the bus, and no one warned the stops). I was in 3rd grade, it was a Tuesday, and on Tuesdays we were going to the Children’s Palace (but that’s another story). At the time, the trip was free for primary classes, and for adults it cost 5 rubles. The driver announces the final stop and asks everyone to leave (I panic), but nothing to do, silently left, thinking across the road to the next stop I will go. And once out, it turns out to be the final stop - this is a desert with broken cars (frames), beyond 10 meters nothing can be seen because of the fog. The bus went somewhere, and I decided to go back as I arrived, I went for 20 minutes and got to the paved road, but no stops are visible, no signs. In the first 20 minutes my legs were very cold, but either from panic or something, the next 30 minutes I didn’t feel them literally, they were walking themselves, and I didn’t feel them. As a result, I got to some parking near the only less alive object (building store). And then the instinct of self-preservation worked and I knocked on the window of a regular car and asked how to get to the Palace of Childhood and described the whole situation with a shaking voice in a few words. The driver invited us to sit in the car to warm up, another 10 minutes we waited for his companion from the store. Eventually, they landed me at the Palace of Childhood and gave me 10 rubles. Already in the Palace of Childhood in an hour I began to feel the legs, and after that another hour they were warm=) A huge thank you and a low tribute to good people!

I work as a doctor in one of the capital hospitals. He came to the patient operated the day before (by the way, a man of 60 years), in connection with the development of post-operative anemia, routinely the need to perform a blood transfusion (simply put, blood transfusion), which he categorically refused. In his words:

Q: No matter what, do not give God, and suddenly I will be shed gay blood?! to

There was nothing to object.

History of long past days. I remembered her today while looking for a candidate for vacancy. At the end of the zero, a colleague salesman is fired in my store. Need a replacement. I work in a large booth. No shifts or weekends. A week has passed, the second. The director's answer is one - we're about to find, you tolerate, and we won't find, so we will transfer from another department by Monday. It’s Monday and the train is there. The nerves do not stand, I call the eichar directly (one per city) and there is a funny dialogue:

Aishwarya and when? I am already thinking off myself.

So far there is nothing to rejoice. No one brings friends.

In the sense? What kind of friends? Is there no option in the advertisement?

An advertisement is worth the money. And we have a motivation - employees bring friends to work and get a bonus. So we will not pay. They will simply not understand us.

Who will not understand?

You will not understand above. They will decide that we do not take action with friends.

I’ve seen ads in other cities.

They just work badly and they have no choice.

Do we get well? No one goes.

We will find ourselves. We will not use paid methods.

–...

Is it worth saying that after a week they still had to place ads, and already about two vacancies?

People who have worked all their lives, and who have not lived to retirement, need to give the title of "Hero of Labour" posthumously with compensation to relatives.