It was in student times. I cared for two beautiful and successful girls among the boys (not at the same time of course). I cared for it, but I realized that I had almost no chances. It was evident that I was not equal to them. The girls were looking for younger boys then, more successful and what a sin to hide - richer than me. I still decided to try. Nothing else happened to Frantz. I won’t say that I was very upset by their refusals, but those memories were very well stored in my head. It’s been about 10 years and life brings me back with these representatives of the perfect sex. One of them was married and left alone with a child. The other family and maternal happiness has never experienced. Both remain very attractive. In principle, I did not change much: I did not become richer, I did not become a tougher character, I did not crumble, and I did not become poor. Life experience added a little and in the passport + 10 years. And what do you think? I suddenly find myself being the man with whom they are ready to connect.



The rest of my life! Suddenly, they saw in me all the positive qualities that were hidden from their eyes 10 years ago. Oh, how it was relevant then and if not in time now...

xxx: Interestingly, according to statistics, more males converted to babs or babs converted to males? I think it would be more fun to be a grandmother if I were such a prostitute. But Nihua does not light you, goodbye!

I’ve been preparing for this day all my life, and now it’s here. I went home to check if I turned off the lighting and it turned out I didn’t turn off it! The paranoia was justified.

I had a friend. In college, they were close friends, as they grew up, life paths split, but still communicated.



10 years ago, a friend and her then husband managed to collect a full flash royal: several large loans on a failed business, loans on equipment, three or four devastated under zero credit cards of different banks and several (!!!) The micro loans. I don't know how they were given all this at all, but, as you know, you take someone else's money for a while, and give yours and forever - in short, they didn't handle it (this is a turn). I did not try. The debts there were hellish, and to the normal employment of both members of this financially subdued family the soul did not lie. The main business strategy was this: somewhere to intercept another loan or loan, shut down the main holes and live peacefully for another month, and there will already be seen.



Well so here. Sometimes this star of the central bank calls me and joyfully reports, say, I want to change the phone, and I am not approved by the loan (I wonder why), so please take the iPhone of the latest model, well, I will FINALLY pay!

You probably haven’t seen such a smile since 2007, but I swear I’ve had this face.



To my “no,” she kept silent for a few seconds and was absolutely frankly surprised: and why?? to

I took my youngest daughter to work. She walked there and went into the director’s office. I sit and hear them talking about something there, and the daughter says proudly: And my mom still knows how to whisper!

I propose to expropriate the excess of conscience of some ordinary people in favor of those who have power.

At the request of Victor John...

Our coach didn’t welcome when his students were training elsewhere, but the thirst for knowledge came forward and especially after I saw his level, I decided that I would definitely be training with him.
It must be said that he was a closed personality, of a low height of about 170 cm, silent, some heavy look from the forehead, who did not dispose to jokes, namely to serious training.
We knew from rumors that he also had a term, and hated the police fiercely.
The training was weary, but after half a year I began to feel more confident in battles with all kinds of wild carats and other handballers.
He lived in a very criminal district called Nahalovka, a favela of the local spill.
He had an older son and only one more was born.
In the courtyard hanged sacks filled with sand, were dug in macivars, on which he trained daily in the morning.
The local audience looked at him with irony and sometimes cuddled the type look at the karatist how cool.
He never reacted to it and continued to train.
One day we read in our evening newspaper in the rubric of crime, then had a fierce popularity and readability note... Yesterday in the area of 20-00, (Imirek) resident at the address.... organized a fight with five citizens, as a result of which one person died, three were injured and serious bodily injuries. (Imirek) was detained by police officers and detained.
Both on!
We decided to go to training and we decided to practice ourselves.
As we entered the hall, we saw that Sensei was waiting for us as if nothing had happened.
We trained, but the curiosity exceeded and asked if there was a note about him?
He reluctantly replied that yes, but avoided explanations, only saying that everything was okay and the training continued.
But we decided that if the mountain does not go to Mohammed, then Mohammed will go to the mountain.
Through familiar mentions from Lenin’s OVD, we learned how it was.
For the operas from the district, heavy days came, the local authority was thrown away from the zone, which caused a lot of trouble to the police, because when he returned, the criminal situation worsened to the order.
That evening, a crowd of local Spaniards celebrated his first day on freedom, and he lived next to our coach.
Alcohol naturally runs through the river, a muddy chanson at full volume, drunken slugs laugh, empty bottles fly through the fence toward it.
Since it was a threshold at 90 m, no one dreamed of air conditioners, and the doors and windows were opened, and loud music did not let the one-year-old child sleep, which was filled with screaming.
He went out and polently asked to reduce the sound of the music and not to throw bottles into the yard.
On the question of authority, is this shit for a whore?
The local six began to talk over and over again, and this was some kind of karatist, for which the authority said that he had such karatists in the prison in the bath and caught them under the skin, after which he immediately went to the bushes with a broken horn.
The crowd with the gigantic rushed on him, he retreating methodically began to steep one by one, realizing that behind his back his family.
There were three of the most frozen who broke into the courtyard with bottle roses. Standing with his back to the wall, he was beaten away from the two, until the third walked into a low corridor to try to jump from above, but was caught in his pants and dropped to the ground, after which he was hit with his heel in his mouth and lost his ability to reproduce. He and another were lying off, but the third was strong, but after he was pressed to the wall and had a dozen beats in the stomach, he fell and did not light up.
By this time the authority was awakened, and under the screams of the mask got a miscarriage and tried to blow him with a knife, but the hand was intercepted, a throw was carried out after which he accidentally knocked his knife precisely in the heart.
The police arrived immediately, the opera could not believe their luck that not only got rid of a headache in the form of an authority, but also from the accomplices who were long stuck in the hospital.
As a result, one had the eggs removed, the one who was with the rosacea got rid of a broken jaw, and the one who was pressed to the wall and beaten in the stomach, also left for authority but as the doctors wrote from a heart attack, because after a few days.
He had to leave the area, but everything ended well and the case was closed.
The opera was pleased with this outcome and was ready to offer him the peaceful life he provided them.
The second time he shocked us that in a conversation at the table he spoke.
When I graduated from the Higher Military School...
For us, it was a complete breakdown of the pattern.
We learned the story from his friend and compatriot, but unfortunately I can’t tell it, but believe it is a worthy script. It is the defense of their honor, the honor of their loved ones as in a good fighter.
But this is quite a different story, as Leonid Kanevsky says in "The Investigation of the Great..")))))

My dear, am I the first?
Such a naive, yes.

Xxx: In the event of a nuclear war, the best place to be is the epicenter of a nuclear explosion. You will evaporate so quickly that you will not even have time to get upset.



Yyy: Only the Moscowis will get the best

Propaganda cleanly wipes out all the twists in the brain, destroys intelligence and makes people a gray mass of moral wretches.

A girlfriend told me.

She walked out of her erdel and returned home. And from the entrance of the neighboring house comes out a familiar on the dog site - in one hand a phone, in the other - a guide. This acquaintance saw her, finished the conversation, took the phone in his pocket, greeted her. They exchanged a couple of phrases as he looked around and wondered, “Where is Athos?“!”

He looked around again and again, already alarmed, and suddenly cried out, “Oh! I forgot the dog at home.

It sounds funny... And you know what Athos is? The owner took the phone, took the guide, and forgot it!

I hope the owner has apologized to Atos.

Two people in the subway train read Orwell.
It is late, guys. You will no longer be interested.

I like people who have done everything in their lives.



20 years ago, even before the introduction of EGE, I even personally met one girl who enrolled in the budget department of the faculty, where to go was simply unrealistic.



Unreal is just unreal. Five free seats for almost a hundred paid. Excellent students received three in exams and left with nothing.



And she succeeded! She did not hide her success story - for several months in the graduation class she sat behind textbooks. Prepared continuously. And the effort has brought fruit. The main thing is to believe and try, she said, and then everything will succeed.



I sincerely admired her persistence and determination.



Exactly two months. Until she learned that the dean of this faculty was her father.

Girl, are you touched?

In the last warm days, I was sitting on the terrace in a cafe in the Republic. And next to it stood a couple - a young girl, looking eighteen years old or older (I don't understand them anymore) in such a bright avant-garde suit. And her nails are all different, and on her eyelids are strays. Her knight is significantly older, but also stylish, fashionably dressed.
In the appearance of the truth some cloudy, sitting, bubbling her something boring, and she smoothed him on the hand:
Okay, stop, you’ll meet again, don’t be upset.
This is a classic stage of separation. And in something, in my opinion, even natural - there is nothing to mess with young people.
There are two boys passing by, probably twenty years old (and I don’t understand them anymore).
And suddenly one of them dies in front of the neighboring table, looks at the girl, her boyfriend and jealously cries:
and ah!! to
He turns and sneezes running somewhere, the other guy behind him.
The fashion man at the next table only opened his mouth, and the girl was calm:
- Yes, this is Ruslan, I told you yesterday, - she takes the phone, then changes her mind and just masches her hand, - okay, I'll call later...
Then he turns to his satellite:
“You see, Dad, how young you look at me, I say you’re going to get married again.

In short, I understand nothing anymore.

I would never have thought that at 47 years old I would not go to bed until I did the lessons.

With his future husband lived in a dormitory on the outskirts. The area is quiet but good transportation, everything necessary nearby. One day, without rushing to the store, I notice a low hose on the lawn and there is a cute such stone on it. and stopped. I thought of the man who put him there. Probably a child. Or maybe a conditional sign...like the story of Conan Doyle’s dancing humanchildren. Or as in 17 seconds... the appearance failed! I love detective stories – fear! It amused me. Or maybe a dog or cat was playing in the grass and left a toy there. I am hz, but my attention this stone attracted. I looked around, found a similar one, put it next to me.

Several days passed by, watching the stones in the same quantities and "poses". I went out for a walk with my husband and decided to tell him about my observations. We pass by the “experimental” sandwich, I say:

Do you see the grass in the grass?

My husband looked at me with no surprise:

I recently put a stone there! Now there are two! Give up!

I asked cautiously:

Why put it?

Beautiful, let it lie to yourself.

The second I...

Do you joke?

– No...

I just remembered that story today. The solution was unexpected, but logical, as I think. We could not have met.)

The more generals are prepared for war, the more heroes will be needed.

The agency is looking for a 30-year-old girl to film in an advertisement, looking like at 50 years old.

Prepod suggests everyone to put referrals to him on the table with a stack, so that no one will scratch the papers, and quietly sit down on the sides, say, he will call one way. Then, a student is called, sitting in front of the lecturer. The work is placed by the title down and the student is asked the question: "Call the topic of your work"...... the half-group "was gone" immediately.