xxx: Here on the Internet they wrote (he did not keep the link) that in the U.S. Pride participants demanded from a hot dog trader to replace the American flag with the rainbow on his cart. The man refused. He was beaten and damaged his eye.



The chocolate?

Near work is always a problem with parking, so most people do not put the cars on the sidewalks, but chase them to the neighboring street where the new house near the children's clinic usually always has free seats.

That day was apparently not ordinary, and there was only one place near this very house, I barely found, I parked, I closed the car. A small red car comes in and the window opens.

Do you allow me a parking space?

I approach the window, I bow. I ask what happened?

- I need a child urgently to the clinic, and there are no places near her, I saw you park...

Okay, I will go now.

It was like I was going to turn to my car, but I realized there was no one else in her car. I am back to her window again, my ass is toned, not visible, I look through the front passenger back, but there is neither a child nor even a child seat where he could have been before this and later left in the clinic with someone. I ask :

Where is he, your child?

She could say nothing. But her look told me I was the worst person on earth right now. Her ass trembled from anger, and her face became red like her car, and she just tapped the floor, squeezing into another yard under my rust.

Xxx: She grew up in a house next to a trolleybus depot. They make a lot of noise, annoying everyone. But I was born when they were already there and I didn’t know how it would be without them. By them I checked the time and the weather, if the first time they went, then the hour of the night, to roll, and sleep for a long time. If the second time, then four, it is on the route and sleeping nothing left. When it was raining, the horns were shrinking in a special way, and when it was frosty, it was cracking and sparkling. Now I live where there are no trolley buses, around the woods. But sometimes I dream where I hear their noise. I wake up, and it’s about an hour... or four.



Yyy: Over time, trolley buses will become more and more called. Until you wake up again in childhood and the whole subsequent life will be a dream. “I’m sick,” says the healthcare provider.

Xxx: When the older daughter learned to move around the apartment on her own, she was very interested in what she found on the floor, trying to eat it. I, of course, watched, selected, said "not" and so on, but unsuccessfully. One day she found a peanut of black pepper on the floor and, cleverly looking at me, instantly pushed it into her mouth. A few seconds later there was a reaction. After that incident, she tried nothing more to eat.

A few years later, when the younger child learned to move independently, the peanut was thrown for preventive purposes. That same day the trick worked. The effect was similar :)



Yyy: I have long, not being pregnant, read somewhere a great advice on how to get rid of the child to catch items from the edge of the table: put on the edge of a plastic glass with room temperature water, said the child will not like it, and he will not catch it anymore. I remembered this advice when my daughter began to move around the house and stretch her pins everywhere. But something went wrong, rolling the glass on herself, the daughter had fun, and since then began to hunt all the water tanks in the house to pour them on her head. If there were no such, she asked to drink and, swallowing out of the cup once for sight, flashingly turned it on herself with a whistle.

Now in the minds of the Duma is not about roots and roots, but about tops and roots.

Remember the almost magical, fabulous victory of the national team of Denmark at Euro 92. This fairy tale has another side, but it is not fun, more so scary, but divine.

In 1992, for political reasons, the national team of Yugoslavia was suspended from participating in the tournament held in Sweden.
This event, typical of the "Black Swan", led to the fact that the team of Denmark, which did not enter the tournament and spent a holiday at the resorts, was invited to replace the Yugoslavs.

At first, no one in Denmark believed this news, everyone thought it was a joke. Then did not believe this coach Danish Richard Meller-Nilson, later when it became clear that it was not a game, began to collect Danish footballers from all resorts of the world, the matter was very difficult, at least because the players thought it was a game and hanged tubes.
With great difficulty the coach managed to persuade the footballers to arrive in the location of the national team. For example, Michael Laudrup did not come, he was in conflict with the coach, and did not want to interrupt his rest, especially everyone in the world understood that Denmark is going to the tournament as a statistician.

Meller-Nilson understood this, so he asked the players not to interrupt the rest, because after three games everyone would be able to continue it. The team had no training plan, no analysis of opponents, nothing at all.

Also from the championship initially refused Kim Wilfort, the reason is terrible, his young daughter died in the hospital for patients with cancer. The coach and the team understood what a terrible situation Father Wilfort was in. He was offered any conditions he would choose. He refused.
But the sick girl got better, and she and Kim's wife asked him to go to the championship. Trainer Nelson allowed Wilford to return to Denmark immediately after the tournament.

The first match Denmark plays a draw against the English, in the second loses to Sweden, the child becomes ill, and in the break his wife asks Wilfort to return to Copenhagen urgently. Wilfort collects a suitcase, leaves and asks his comrades not to wait for him, he has decided to leave the tournament. Everyone knows Kim is leaving.

He is watching the match with France in the hospital with his daughter. Denmark opens the account, France compares, everything went out, but at the very end Elstrup scores France a victory goal.

Wilfort sees the whole hospital, whispered with happy cries, sick, unfortunate people who have almost nothing left to live, people weeping and crying of terrible pain, bald, thin, weak, and lost glow in the eyes, suddenly revive, and he sees around happy people. He sees how all the rooms rejoice, he sees his happy daughter. They have forgotten their fatal illness, they are happy, at least for the time of the match, they have forgotten their torments. Wilford locks up in the toilet and cries. Wilford’s heart was broken from joy and pain.

In the semi-final Denmark awaits the invincible Holland, it is the main contender for victory. In the composition of Van Basten, Reykard, Cuman, Gullitt, Bergkamp, Blind, Frank de Bur, Van Brekelen, they are hungry for victory, they have no equals. Wilfort, after being seen in the hospital, the requests of the sick and the requests of his daughter, returns to the team.

He knows, he remembers for whom Denmark is playing, for whom he has to score, he remembers what will make deadly sick people at least a little happier.

After the main time 2-2 beat the penalties, Basten breaks terribly. To the point approaches tired, weight loss, all stressed, in a severe mental condition Kim Wilfort...
He looks up at the sky, looks toward Copenhagen, beats and scores. In his eyes the tears, because he knows that the daughter and all the sick are now there in the death-filled chambers, happy, and forgot all their misfortunes in front of the television.
Denmark in the final is similar to a fairy tale written by another Danish G.H. by Andersen.

After the match he immediately leaves for Denmark, his daughter got very bad. Seven year old Lin died. Wilfort refuses to play in the final, but his family and all the sick clinics literally drive him out of the chamber, demanding to return and win the European Cup for them. This is what the daughter asks when she finds the strength to speak.

You all remember the final with Germany, the Danes open the score early, then they are pressed by the Germans, they were already close to match, but 11 minutes before the end of the match, Kim Wilfort scores his most important ball in life, and makes the dream of the whole nation a reality.

But he thought only of those who are now there, dying of pain and despair in cancer chambers, celebrating success. He understood that football and victory pulled people out of their painful hell. He, no, all of them, the whole team, did it for them, for all of them, and for dying Lin.

The goal of Kim in the final is considered to be one of the most emotional and tragic goals in the history of football.

The summer fairy tale of the national team of Denmark will enter the "golden fund" of the history of football.
Lin Wilfort died a few days after the final. In the last few hours of her life, she said she was proud of her father. Her dream came true, Denmark won, and Dad was strong. She dreamed of seeing the summer fairy tale of the Danish national team before she died, and she saw it. It was a story written for her, and for people like her. They were happy that summer.

Do you know why his wife left Putin? She asked him for 20 years to replace the burnt light bulb, and he told her that the neighbor's crane was running out.

Xxx: My son (7 years old) approaches me and asks for permission to take gelatin worms. I took three and watched. My son takes four. When asked if he was confused, he replied negatively. Then I asked to count the worms. The son puts them on the table and starts counting: zero, one, two, three. So we live.

When I scattered my leg with a nail or a stone (playing barefoot in the grass), I was also sure my parents would kill me. So, when I came home, I thoroughly washed and wiped!Ordinary sewing needle (pulled over the flame of a candle) and thread!

10 years = no brains yet))



Rambo, fuck the fuck!

Just don’t confuse political prostitution with multivectorality.

“No, I didn’t look up then. I just put the car in a free place and was still delighted, I remember how stunning it is: right next to the exit from the parking lot, and even in the shade. The shadow gave a large scattered tree, I have not been very familiar with them since childhood, as if there were such small white flowers on it at the time. Or yellow, I don’t remember.

As it turned out two weeks later, the tree was called a silk tree, it was also a caterpillar. Within two weeks of my absence, the small flowers on a large tree turned into thousands of sweet berries. Which, in turn, generously crashed on my poor car, disintegrated in the heat and dried, turned into the resemblance of a frozen straw. A brown pulling substance covered the body almost entirely.

I’ve seen a lot of videos on the internet showing cars depraved by “former” owners: blurred with paint and shit, wrapped with solvents, mounting foam and other poorly washable substances. But these are all flowers, I will tell you, in comparison to the berries of the pineapple, which turned into a cluster at the May sun. It can be easily used in everyday life instead of epoxy - it is just as durable, but at the same time absolutely natural and even smells good.

Mouse did not help. Moreover, it only worsened the situation: the high-pressure apparatus removed from the machine only the top dusty layer of tooth mastic. The car did not become cleaner, but it became desperately sticky. The procedure repeated several times exhausted the washers, and they advised me to swallow some solvent. "It does not take water, brother, and the foam does not take," wrote in his powerlessness their brigadier.

Searchers gave foolish advice to try lemon juice and chlorine-containing clothing whiteners. I tried it, it does not wash. At some forum of car owners was found a recommendation "to moisten the dry layer, covering the surface for the night with wet clothes." The clutches were so strongly crushed by the morning that they had to be ripped off in parts of twenty minutes.

The chemists were also embarrassed: the solvents smoothed the turquoise resin well over the paint coating, well. I tried them, in my opinion, all, only to try concentrated inorganic acids and their mixtures. And also edgy sodium - it was also recommended to me by some authoritative twins on "Youtube". It’s good that I’ve always had a chemistry five, or I’d ride now with holes in the roof.

Desperate, I tried to crush the hated tooth glue with a wooden pinch, eventually scratched the cap, dragged the veil under my nail and lost hope. Nature has defeated progress and intelligence with a disastrous account. Help was waiting nowhere, and I was already pretending the amount of discount with which I seemed to have to sell a damaged car to a wasted buyer.

Nature has helped by herself. The bread of heaven was spread, and rain was poured out on the earth. And it seemed to have gone for several days in a row, and at the end it fell under a powerful rain. And a miracle - a crushed layer of ugly tooth coating with splinters slid in the canvas and dissolved there. My eyes unwittingly went up to heaven.

Since then, leaving the car anywhere, I have always looked up, praising the Heavenly Forces for their relief from the anguish. And at the same time checking if there is any flower silk tree nearby."

After the President approved the concepts of “Russian Cognac” and “Russian Champagne”, the AutoVAZ is preparing for the release of “Mercedes of Russia”, and the Central Bank will introduce the “Russian Dollar” into circulation.

Xxx: Once a friend and I sat in the car and got off something, the car passed by at that moment, so the guy gave back to ask if we laughed at him.



Yyy: How low should his self-esteem be.



Zzz: It had to be answered that above him, that self-esteem would fall even lower;)

One should not be a party, but a school program.

Phone fraudsters stumbled upon an insurmountable barrier and became the victims of a simple retiree from Chelyabinsk. This is by the local agency Access 1.

According to him, the perpetrators under the guise of bank employees called a 70-year-old foreign language teacher. They told the woman that unknown persons allegedly wanted to steal money from her account, and clarified the amount of money on him. The account held only 50 rubles, but the retired woman suddenly named the amount of 160 thousand times more - 8 million.

Further, the perpetrators began to rush the woman to transfer money to a supposedly safe account, and also asked to always stay in touch. In response, she stated that incoming calls to her phone were paid, then the fraudsters offered to replenish her balance sheet.

"Nearly immediately they transferred me 500 rubles. I think they were going to hold me on the hook for a long time. Then the same "employee" called back and boldly that the trust and safety of customers for him above all, again urging to go to the ATM. But I was not going to go anywhere and asked which bank he represented. When he called, I pretended to be sclerotic and stated that 8 million are in another organization, and they only have 50 rubles," she said.

Further, she "heard a selection blasphemy" in the tube, after which the deceived offender completed the conversation.

Dad, what are the nuances?
- How would you explain this... Well, see: Putin went on a new term and Navalny went on a new term - like everyone has a new term, but there are nuances...

told a friend.

When he was 6-7, in the early 1980s, he spent summer holidays in the village with his grandmother and grandfather. The village is small, under Melitopol.

And then on a hot day, when no one was home, he examined the surroundings. During the summer, there are hardly any people in the village. Everyone at work. Who in the field, who in the shepherd or in the gardens. Then he walked through the garden, and then walked behind the roof, and saw an eagle rushing through his deeds. He wanted to catch up, but that york passed by and got into the hole. Skyrda was called a huge pile of seed, standing behind the barracks. My grandfather had been cutting and laying the seed in this stake all summer – cattle for winter. And this scratch was not small. And higher, and more sarai.

So, the shrimp is there. Inside in. He is not seen. My friend said, and I was intelligent at the time. As I thought. And I knew that the hunters in hunting cast smoke from one side of the pit or cave, and they themselves catch the beast from the other side. I decided to do as well. Let the smoke from one side of the hole, because the hole is frightened and runs out from the other side. Here I will catch him. of logic?

I take fireworks in the summer kitchen, carefully light up the seed, then smoke it to smoke... And it does not extinguish! I am confused trying to extinguish it, but where is it? The dry seed. It burns more and more. What to do? The flame is above me. I am an officer.

A scream from a neighbor’s garden. A neighbor stumbled somewhere, jumping to me. In just a few minutes there were a dozen people in the yard. A couple of men, mothers, villas and grabbers pulled away the burning seed. Some aunts with children a little older than me, pulled water from the well and poured water. Everything goes so well, so quickly. Some get water from the well, others pull these waters, others pour the fire. The child's thinning pieces of seed are tapped. I am alone on the side of the outcast. Destroyed quickly. Probably for five minutes.

Five minutes later, my grandfather touches me on the brick and, taking me for the skin, he starts reporting.

You could burn the house! The whole courtyard! You could burn the village. The summer! The heat! The seed could fly and burn everything to... to... to... and burn everything to...

He did not matured with me, and the vocabulary was lacking, plus all the emotions. And he is such:

Do you know who you are after that? You... you... you are a fascist!

That was probably his greatest insult. I got rid of it and ran to the house.

They talked to me a few times and explained. I said I understood everything. I didn’t touch the lights. I understood it only after a few years. and terrified. I could actually burn the village. How well people acted... I am amazed until now.

And “fascist,” with the light hand of my grandfather, I was called for a long, several years. Not only friends, but also peasants. Nevertheless, besides me, he had three grandchildren and two grandchildren, and they all came to host in the summer, and it was necessary to distinguish them all.

Whose granddaughter is so dressed?

This is “fascist.”

A-A is a fascist.

M is...

And here many years have passed. I forgot that story long ago. My grandmother and grandmother are not there for a long time. And I am already an adult, many years have not been in this village, I go with my daughter to visit relatives. Sitting on the bus at the motorway station. Two unfamiliar grandmothers come to me.

Who is going to come to our village? And to whom? Whose will you be?

I don’t like to talk about it, but there’s nowhere to go. I answer.

You are a grandson like that. Son of such?

and yes.

The “fascist”?

and AGA.

Grandmothers grumble satisfied, the daughter's eyes are rounded, and I turn to the window.

For some reason I am very sad.

Xxx: The gynecologist usually asks this - do you live a sexual life?



Yyy: I survive

Sometimes a person begins to talk intensely. To hide what he has nothing to say about the case.

Deacon

My father is a geodeticist with 45 years of experience. It was in Eastern Siberia. His father led a search party several times, producing topographic footage of an untouched taiga. The party consisted of three working horses and two wicked horses. Sometimes they stayed in Thailand for months. When the provisions were coming to an end, the father obtained food with the help of an old-fashioned "tull" - twin. By the way, once one of the horses was struck by a bear, so the father only then signed off from the bureaucrats-officials, who suspected him of selling the "vehicle" to the left.
Now the story itself. For the convenience of reading from the first person.

We return after another day of filming to the camp, to our tent. I hear the smoke from the fire. Honestly, stressed, cartridges with cartridges charged: in those wild edges of a person could only be met in one case - if it is a fugitive zeck. We approach the camp. A fire is burning, a man is sitting next to him. He heals peacefully.
I look at you, you are four. Dinner was prepared for everyone. I apologize for self-government.
He got a bottle with alcohol, cooked the searchers, drank himself. He said the following.
I come from these places. I have been educated for a long time, I live in a big city, and I miss Taipei, I have no strength. This is how it turns out that every year I take a vacation – and here, in the hollow. A month on the taiga shastai, like a shatun bear. Enough until the next vacation. At work, I’m called Wild. And they don’t understand that if I didn’t fix my nerves, I might have struck somebody at all. There are no people, there is beauty.