According to the wonderful story of Lenka Penki from November 9, remembered. With people I know personally, one day it happened that a melodrama can be filmed. All events are real, I only changed the names.

Beauty-Moscow girl slightly over thirty, let's say Masha, in divorce remained with her daughter. I went on vacation to Spain and I fell in love. It was warmer than in my youth. The elegant Spanish is a pilot, black nipples like the Buddenny, a staten, a beautiful dancer, a ballagour and a joke. Widow, childless, just over fifty. His villa on the shore near Barcelona, there and left.

A romantic life, living soul in soul. When they separated, they both cried for each other. Soon he did not endure, at the first opportunity took his vacation and flew to her in Moscow. I introduced him to his daughter, parents and friends. Everyone came to the unanimous conclusion: although a pilot, but clearly - a man is good, decent, warmly loves her. She made an offer, she accepted, planned a wedding for the next joint vacation. In general, friends were jealous - it must, it happens.

And then he returned to his Spain, and the calls from him soon ceased. He wrote that he could not be with her. To the friends again everything was clear - here the coward, crushed and dropped. Obviously a pilot!

It would have ended up separating, like thousands of similar novels, but Masha grew up with an unhappy daughter! She was 10 years old then. She sees - her mother is coughing, has lost all interest in life, no one else is acquainted.

The daughter urgently taught English and Spanish, after which she organized a whole secret intelligence operation through adult acquaintances, as there happily lives this most insatiable conditionally speaking Julio, which new trusting woman's head shakes.

Intelligence arrived at the scene, in the vicinity of the villa, and found that Julio was struck by the most violent stroke - he was paralyzed. Sometimes he is rolled out for a walk in a disabled chair by an old lady, and no one goes to him anymore.

Further details of who told this news are unknown to me. But it ended up with the fact that Masha learned about it and without thinking flew to Spain to Julio. Here, she urged him to live with her even in a civil marriage, and he decidedly refused - her whole life ahead, and his normal ended.

The wise friends in one voice stated that there is nothing Mashe to leave Moscow and good work, to spend his remaining best years with the paralytic. There was no wedding! She has no obligations to him, and he is right to do what he refuses. All of his people are free people.

I saw this a couple of years later in five, on the same whirlwind. But not in a luxurious villa, but in a modest apartment nearby. My wife and I went to visit them while passing by. Paralytic in a chair. But a clear mind, humor, a sea of charm, a living speech. He did not swim, learned to move virtuously in a self-driving wheelchair with many buttons. Everything was much worse immediately after the stroke, the man recovered already with Masha.

His hands worked normally, he loved cooking, featured us with excellent dishes of his own cooking. He was wearing in his chair between the kitchen and the living room at a speed that is not everybody and on his feet. The highest pilot between the doors. Then he went out to drive us to the power station. Maintained a love of swimming, often rides to swim with his wife, the beach nearby. He swims himself, his hands are enough.

For this couple was obvious - they love each other, interested in each other, happy together. Not all healthy couples succeed after many years of marriage. Six years have passed since they met, and they are still together.

This is the kind of life - you won't wish anyone such a disability, but after this visit I learned to enjoy simple and ordinary things - that feet walk, for example. All four. No, I’m not exaggerating my feet. I’m talking about our legs as a whole – me and my beloved wife. I learned to appreciate how great it is that they all walk, run and dance together. What I wish all couples - to be happy, that is so, not to give up, if the legs start to walk with a violin.

How is childhood different from adult life?
In childhood, nightmares were before you wake up, not after.

In connection with the new policy of the company in each representative office should be at least two gay, the male part of the team badly looked at each other, the boss calls one to the office for conversations, persuades to become a volunteer, promises prizes, but all refuse. In general, they make a verdict, who at the end of the month will have the worst indicators, those will be recorded in gay. And the work boiled, the managers out of the leather, the indicators went up, the drivers rubbed the cars with wax and dressed their best costumes, etc. But came the end of the month, summed up the results, and gay men appointed one of the young managers who went to hospital, and was not married, and a housekeeper, Mikhailich, a lonely man of the 60s, who was to retire, but in exchange for a service to the management he promised to leave.In general, sent their data to the European office, the photo on which they "happyly" pressed their hand to the head was posted on the English-language website of the company,he said, everything we have as gay people have.And closer to the summer from Europe with inspection came a representative, who during the check personally met with "gay", said he understands how difficult it is to work for them in a country where sex minorities are so humiliated, and the company to help them in their unequal fighting gives them a

We went somehow with a friend to rest in the mountains (Archiz) and stayed in the pension for a couple of days. And since the road was dangerous, and in general the ancestors worried about me, I decided to call home. We were not caught in the mountains. In the pension, surprisingly, there was no phone (although not bad in itself)... In general, we asked the director of this institution to call from his home and say that I was said to be okay. She called. When I got home, I learned the details... Late in the evening a call came out. Mom removed the telephone, and there... a male voice, with a strong Caucasian accent: "All Harasho, Katya U NAS"... (we rested, by the way, classy...)

Only the fool tells us everything.

The wise man listens to keep silent.

During one of his journeys, Tur Hayerdahl made friends with the leader of the cannibal tribe and told him something about the history of European civilization. The leader struck the story of two world wars.
So, you killed all this breakthrough of people not to eat, but just to bury them in the ground? He asked several times. You and the wild!

At 5 a.m., my family is asleep, I am a wife and I have three children. Calling the homephone. I look into the home phone screen, and there is a gorgeous lady, and says:

- Dear hello I am from Shugar Baby (there is such a service), open.

What is?

- Well there, through the application ordered. Here I came.

In fact, I did not order anything.

Apartment 272 is there.

There are 272 apartments.

Have you ordered a beautiful blonde?

– not

In the mid-sleep home phone, my wife and I both looked and tried to understand what was happening.

“Well, let’s open, I’m cold, I’m alone here.

We: No, we did not order anything. Go from here

Q: How is it? ! to It is paid...

She calls us somewhere, comments on the situation, says something to her there. It separates the homeopath. And in the 273th apartment there is clearly heard the sound of a homeophone.

Neighborhood: Yes, 8th floor to the left

confused little

How would your wife react if a prostitute knocked on your door at night?

Who has nothing to be proud of in the present, always tries to be proud of the past and most often not of his own.

The town, a small village. We often go there with friends. Shop at the entrance. Several times we have seen an intelligent woman entering with a huge cat on a rope. We were told that this was Isolda Stanislawovna, a retired Russian language teacher. She taught three generations of this village. The cat is called Suffix.
Yesterday, instead of a familiar Marina, a young subject was sitting behind the box.
In front of us was Isolda Stanislawovna with a cat.
There are so many of you. WOW! Threaded! The office cat! How are they called?
The young man, my cat is called Suffix.
Do you like mathematics?
Isolda Stanislawovna shut her eyes and looked closely at the guy.
Young man, let me ask. Are you in charge of Nikolaevich? and Calvin?
The type yes.
- Then tell your dad that Isolda Stanislawovna... again put him a DOUBLE)

by Jean :
I will fulfill any of your wishes, but your enemy will have twice as many. What do you want?
The Jew:
Pressure is 120 to 80.

An honest shit can also be unprecedented and unparalleled in the world.

It is very offensive when the one who desperately wants to sleep must put to sleep the one who does not want to sleep at all.

My friend bought a house from a man, and the man had a daughter. My friend met the same daughter and turned to them, turned. Romance, a walk, a wedding, a child. The house he bought, already being in a relationship with her, in it and live.



She is a frequent guest with her grandson. And when it comes to the feast, the old man has the first toast: "For a profitable deal!"

Take your head quickly so that you can miss it later.

A acquaintance told me. He was on the train SPB - Rostov recently. Smoking in trains is prohibited. He approached the conductor and honestly asked how it was possible to smoke in the tambour.
Buy a lottery ticket and smoke.
And the guard?
Show the ticket and that’s all.
Standing and smoking. The guard passes and makes a comment. He shows a lottery ticket. The guard:
Keep it in your pocket so that we can see it every time.
– OK

What do you think of Cunnilingus?
None of his prophecies have been fulfilled.

XXX is Sunday morning. Taking the son to his ex, he promised to stay with the child. He calls and asks to buy him a beer, because he’s cuddly. I go to the store and buy two beers. My son swallowed sneakers. I refuse, otherwise he would eat some snickers) So we stand next to the box office, he cries, I am unwavering. And here’s the voice of the next one in line – buy the child chocolate, what’s you sorry? You don’t want, let me buy it!

At first I didn’t even understand the reason for such interference in other people’s affairs. And then I understood!

They borrowed idiots, who are convinced that all the rich men were whirling, and the rich women were pumping! Someone, finally explain to these fools that a woman can also chew!



YYY: Yes, men are very diverse.

Life experience is when twice two becomes the root of sixteen.

Rescue in the water 5.
Run away, run away... 2nd(It is harsh)
In the early 90s we were engaged in supplies to Kazakhstan of all kinds for the needs of oil and railways. Failure to pay and other problems. To support the flood, they decided to introduce mutual accounts.The easiest thing, as it seemed, was to take payment with grain.
We found a reliable intermediary and the scheme worked.A couple of times everything went well, and then this story happened.
It was late autumn and there was often snow. I lived in one of Petropavlovsk hotels and waited for the start of the next shipment.
Closer to the evening came, already a little familiar Kazakh and suggested to meet. In the morning d. I promised to put the wagon under load on the elevator and we should have been there. The road was, according to Kazakh concepts, not far, about 300 km.
As soon as we left the city, there was a heavy snow. Nothing special, we and the Urals, we are not used to.A little later, a strong side wind was suffocated, visibility fell sharply. When they passed the first hundred, it became completely unbearable, nothing was visible. The snow flew at a furious speed parallel to the ground and where the road was unclear. The traveler was not confused by this situation and he gave a useful, in his opinion, advice. Saying that they-Kazakhs in such weather drive without problems, only for hearing.If you stumble on the left - you are on the opposite side, if on the right, then the opposite.
So we went on, listening sensitively to the behavior of the car.After a while, I normalized and we were able to increase the speed.After half an hour, my "shutterman" compelled me to praise. But the music didn’t play for long. Five minutes later, after a gentle comment, we were stuck. We went out to push out the car and realized that we were not on the road. It was terrible to go far, there was a risk of losing. One thing was clear, there was no road in the radius of 100 meters. We decided to wait for the morning. Loading we asked...it was understandable and the simple wagons would have to pay out of their own pocket. There was no collision, no one was to blame.
The morning welcomed us with a bright sun and a complete absence of wind. But when we got out of the car, we fell into a complete stupor. There was a white desert around us. There was only a steppe at the horizon. Where the road or human housing is, was unclear. Without deciding anything, we went back into the car and decided to wait for the developments. By lunch it was clear that something had to be done. We went out and went in different directions in the hope of finding a path or trace of civilization. Returned with nothing.
The evening came. Gasoline was less than a quarter of the tank. We had enough fuel in the morning. How to continue? They decided to burn to preserve the heat of the reserve. Don’t believe those who say that rubber burns well. We pulled out two liters of gasoline and dug a dozen decent holes into the wheel until we could light it. It was the second morning of our captivity. We met him cloudy. Cigarettes and patience are gone. Sadly, the absence of almost new car 3 wheels and unhealthy color of our faces. The mulats could easily take us for theirs.
It became clear that the extreme is over and the pizza begins.
We stood quietly at the smelly fireplace and stared sadly into the distance. To proudly "leave" through suicide there was neither desire nor technical possibility. We were just stupidly waiting for something, a miracle, a sign.
and waited. A cloud appeared on the horizon and it was moving! Soon we realized it was a tractor that was something huge wolf on the steppe. It turned out that he pulled a healthy seed.
How I broke him up. I flew like a sprinter I am not. Not enough to jump out in front of him a little, miserable 300 meters.I tried to catch up, but he was driving faster than me.
The tractor left, but his trail remained. I went back to the car, we quickly gathered together and followed the trail. It took almost 4 hours to go.
As we reached the village, we reached the first house on the road. The owner came out and... talked to us in German.
We did not speak the language very well and polently said goodbye on the street.
As it later turned out, the owner of the house was a Volga German resettled to Kazakhstan. He was a kind and polite man. Just seeing our unfamiliar and stuck rows, he forgot the Russian language for a while from a nervous shock.
In the next house, the door was opened to us by "Taras Bulba" (exterior one in one), a Ukrainian family lived here, who came, during it, to the whole. He was also a little discouraged by our visit, but was able to gather and tell us where we were.
We found ourselves in one of the branches of a former grain farm giant.
We did not have time to get to the center of the village, as near us stopped "Jiguli". It turned out that the German called the president and he came to see us.
Ural Nuralovich-I will never forget this holy name. He came as an elderly man not with questions, but immediately with answers. The answers were salt cucumbers, a piece of salt and a three-liter bank of самогоon. Kazakhs are a wonderful and kind people, but this...
He silently melted the snail on the cap and poured on a glass. They silently drank and smoked.
The Germans and Ukrainians climbed. Drink with them. And only then the chairman asked, "Are you chumazienki from where and for a long time to us?" He listened to our story, laughed and invited guests. He offered a bathroom, blood and a phone.
Near the morning they sent us a car and we left to load.
Two days later I came back. My car was already standing in the yard of a new friend. All four wheels were in place. Local men distinguished from generosity (the money categorically refused). And let all the wheels differ in the pattern of the protector and the size, and it was only one (my). It was already a full car and I could go home. The peasants with respect for high sports performance, that I ran without less than 3 km. It was a pity that no one had time to find it.
With the first warmth, my companion and I returned to this sovhoz on several cars filled with thread and thanked for the warm welcome. Drinking lasted three days. After the "Celina" very many people stayed there to live and I saw almost the entire international.
And here we sat at a common table, the hell knows what Kazakh deaf, representatives of almost all nationalities and nationalities, one once for us all countries. Someone loved this country, someone was proud of it, someone hated it. It was not important. We were together well, warm and comfortable. There were no disagreements or disputes. We all came from where we spent our childhood and youth. Unfortunately, this time is not to be returned.
After this story, I and the Kazakh brothers have established such a warm and trusting relationship that we are friends and trust each other absolutely. by this por.
P.S Snow is one of the aggregate states of water.
by Vladimir.
5 November 2022.