A case postponed for tomorrow acquires an honorary status – a matter of the future.

You can be innocent a thousand times, but don’t go to the police without a lawyer.
(A known lawyer

I had a longtime client and companion. Not on the bench - bread to eat and coffee in the park to drink, but on the bars. Not hard, but in any case – offensive and with consequences.

The case was so.

On an autumn, dark, rainy November evening, this gentle and hearty idylist went out on the six-lane Jurmal Highway. Charitable highway: flat asphalt in places, acceleration and braking lanes, a two-meter fence and a fighter separates it. In the summer - limit of 100, in the winter - 90. Not without defects, but who without them? There are no lights anywhere. Somewhere a fence – as if his mol had eaten. But overall not bad. Do it better and then criticize, right? There are pedestrian bridges. and two.

But I distracted. It happens.

There was nowhere to rush our hero, so when at the end of the speed lane a pair of bombs jumped across, the speed of his racing car was about 70 km/h. Having demonstrated the wonders of extreme driving, our hero almost managed to circumvent them. It is hardly counted. He grabbed one with a mirror, and the other with a strong pencil on the back door.

“What did the bomziki do when they crossed a six-band road with a fence in the dark?“Ask of you. And I will tell you that you are not local! Locals know: on the other side of this route there are "houses" and garden houses.

Yes Yes Yes! The same gardens, where the plantations are carried in the summer and where the bomziki inhabit in the winter, simultaneously burn these houses, going to meet Peter or Petteris, depending on the location. Everyone can meet the owner of the house in the spring in his house. And some of them have the view of the veteran of hot spots and the cynicism of the pathologist. But I was distracted again. It happens.

While our hero was running around the car and called an ambulance, police, a bombardment who got the door in his ass, took his feet in his hands and, successfully repeating the attempt to storm the citadel, literally left the gardens. The second, having tried, realized that the meeting with the mirror did not go without consequences, and with a broken edge you can not escape far. I agree. I know by myself.

From the protocol of the road police is known that in the conditions of poor visibility, in the dark time of day, without reflectors, the victims crossed the multi-band highway in the wrong place, one victim was in the state of alcoholic intoxication... and further on the text. Get, sign up, no, we do not take the rights, wait for an answer.

The answer came in a couple of weeks. The initiation of a criminal case. This is always the case when there are victims. They are light and medium. Broken ribs and broken ass.

The investigation began and here we remember the epigram. Never, hear, never go alone to meetings if you are mentioned in a criminal case! Don’t go out in Africa and meet with an investigator alone.

Everything is simple and sad:
“Say, my dear and naive friend, could you avoid the clash?
Not at all, dear detective.
Why do you think so? Oh the naive citizen!
It was dark, and they jumped out right in front of the hood.
Do you want to drive slower? Could you stop, you think?
I was driving 70km instead of 90km. They jumped out...
But the rules do not prohibit you from driving 50 km/h. 90 km/h is the maximum speed limit, not the minimum speed. The minimum speed sign looks like white numbers on a blue background on a round sign.
"But after all, the flow speed was 90 km/h and I needed to fit into the stream!
Thank you, I have no more questions.

And there was an investigative experiment, but in the day and in the dry time.

And there was a trial, but through Zoom.

And our hero-idealist was sentenced to one month in prison and one year on condition. By way of way, depriving him of his rights for three years and issuing a sentence, which he will bear for the next ten years, and which will prosecute him after repayment. As long as he does not violate the rules for another year. any of them. Otherwise, a conditional year like those pants becomes real.

What about the bombs, you ask? They are all well, I think. The second, like the first, escaped. Only the next day. From the hospital. They were not in court. There was no lawyer. It’s not my fault, our hero said.

Until the last moment he waited for the judge to say, “Well, it’s absurd! The man is innocent!" or the prosecutor with a clever smile ticks under the ribs and says, "How we played you! You were filmed with a hidden camera!”

No one said. As far as the camera is concerned, it almost worked.

Have you read the message to the Federal Assembly?
Putin is telling stories.
What this time?
Something from Kipling.

On the street, a cute Russian-speaking girl begins to play with my dog. We have a dialogue we sit laughing I say compliments etc.

At some point she gets serious looking at me and says, “You’re very cool and funny,” and at the moment when my mind is overwhelmed by self-admiration adds, “I’m sad that my dad isn’t like that.”

My grandfather's parents bought shoes at the graduation. He wore them for the rest of his life. Then they were carried by his son (my grandfather), then his son (my father), then my older brother, then our middle brother, and when they got me, they broke up on the second day. My father said I can’t wear things.

They thought the deputies were the servants of the people, and they turned out to be the servants of the devil.

The story is quite funny. And I remembered this when I heard about the sentence to a police officer who allegedly stifled George Floyd, this law-abiding citizen of the United States.

by Fabula.
In a rather distant time, I lived with my wife in Arizona. A small house, stable income, everything I liked.
Until they appeared.
After six months of neighboring with African Americans, it became simply unbearable to live, neither regular police calls nor conspiracies saved, nor even the offer of bribery to a sheriff known for five years - to humiliate this shell.
Nothing at all.

It was then that we and our neighbors co-operated, and daily began to go out into a voluntary patrol, covering ourselves with the fact that we were looking for a rush that attacked a child (and at that time it really was such a case, and the shooting of rushes in Arizona is not prohibited, they are not a guard).

Then they thought. They began to behave much quieter. Because of their mentality, of course.

I don’t want to say that this particular case is suitable for everything related to them, but it seems that it’s all about it.

- Why did you not remove the cowards yet, now the master will come to repair the heating?
Do we have no money left?
Remove the cowards from the battery!

More than 10 years ago, when my children and the children of my friends were young, two young mothers I knew came into a toy store. One of them had two children at the time, they were five to six years old, and the other also had two children a little younger. The one who has a little less experience of motherhood, walks among the shelves, chooses what to please the children, stops at the shelf with musical instruments, takes a toy dude in his hands and begins to consider it. There is a mother with a lot of experience.

What are you doing!? to

Yes, I want to buy kids.

You have gone crazy!? to

What is it?

“Ola, it’s a dude, they’re going to fuck it!

XXX: So Krasnodar is the village wash, the capital of the villages



Yyy: Fuck, the wash is where you live!



XXX: So I live in Krasnodar

All presidents are servants of the devil and swear by the Bible.

To be honest, I am annoyed by successful, sloppy people in expensive clothes, who seem to have broken out of the chain and now from endless advertisements regularly offer people not very successful, and most likely not very cared for, to take loans under profitable interest rates.
Right here they hide.

Here are all deserved actors, talented directors, wonderful singers and other humorists of all kinds.
With well-set voices, confident intonations, friendly flashing and encouragingly knocking on the shoulder, they tell you how beneficial and wonderful it is. What fucking do you do?

Oh, just enough for a new kitchen - the wife of a famous director is delighted. Come with us!
With whom are you? Who else you see here, list! I am alone here!
I doubt very much that this woman bought cabinets for her kitchen in credit. I counted for a long time, rattled the lobby painfully, pretending how much a month would have to pay, decided for a long time and then still went and formalized. Despite the upcoming, guaranteed family scandal and an angry husband, who will stretch his painfully thin, semi-transparent hands and talk — well, where do you get this kitchen? We have nothing to eat, and you are the kitchen. We’re going to go hungry, but at a new table, right? very well! Just wonderful!
That was what you wanted? You are the mother of my children! What are you creating? Oh woe to me woe, I should have listened to my mother and not married you, a wasted witch!
And the children in the corners will wave terribly and the grandmother will run out and curse everyone she gets.

Some household Stanislavsky in me wakes up after yesterday’s excesses and, grimcating the muddy zenks, overwhelmingly orates the promising “I don’t believe!” Well, these people do not take loans and collectors do not call them and do not take out the threat on the door with a balloon.

Advertising for loans must be honest.
Must stand in the frame of a dumb, unattractive aunt and with her - a male male male. Both — in terrible pieces from the market, shredded and old, both — look ten or fifteen years older than their age, unhealthy face, teeth yellow, wrinkles, pimples, baldness, that’s all. And a long, boring story in their execution, about how they took, of course, but, as the popular wisdom says, you always take strangers and for a while, and give your blood and forever, and also with interest.

And this is how unpleasant and in general, it is necessary to live by the means, and not to produce the credit network, thus undermining the economy, bringing it into the next hole of crisis.
And the court officers to be in the frame, the property would be described and perched not to the full paid TV, and collectors with angry faces to scratch their fingers threateningly, and this girl is here, who every month will call and speak in a disgusting voice - Tatiana Markovna, you delayed the monthly payment, what is the problem? When are you ready to pay off your debt?

And let inflation charts be immediately, hinting as if you took three hundred thousand for three years, and in three years it is well you know what will be, not money. And the music to play from the movie "Reckviem of Dreams".

That would be fair.
But all these bright, open faces, all these cute guys with a manicure, this whole white-tooth talk is disgusting, I think. And all these actors-directors-songwriters-jokers I would not have watched and listened to after that, although I still do not watch or listen to them. I do not advise you. I do not recommend borrowing, although I have never taken it. No matter what, I do not recommend.
Report Finished

We wait for Rospotrebnadzor to detect phosphate in Czech beer, and Škoda cars recognize as the main source of accidents.

I go to the pool 3-4 times a week, the dressing rooms in this sports complex are huge - for 100 cabinets each. Women are naturally there naked at all, but with phones in their hands. And yesterday I split up, and then after training, a bunch of girls aged 12-13, begin to wire, dry their hair, put on shorts, and one girl takes a cell phone and let’s take a picture of the girlfriend. Those wort - Nastya do not shoot without cowards, Nastya do not send and so on.

Well, what do you do with children - there are no rules and prohibitions to put phones in the dressing room.

And then they will send this video to some man on the phone and he will have child pornography - here is the article for you.

I don’t even know what to do in such cases.

I remember when we lived in a student dormitory, we often did something with each other. There was no money, we took food. I once borrowed 15 frozen peelings to eat with a neighbor. And when he bought pelletry for himself, cooked it, ate it, he didn't calculate something, and only fourteen pieces remained. I took off his debt and added two bulbs for the missing peel. The neighbor was not against. A couple of months later, the frozen peelmen was exchanged for two bulbs throughout the community and this course continued to live for many years))) I introduced a new conversion of student currencies - peelmen/two bulbs

I came to social protection, to obtain a one-time child benefit.

Officer (having collected documents in a folder and going to leave):

A certificate that hasn’t been received before?

No original, I can show the photo on the phone.

I need to bring back the original.

- so there was no such item on the mosra, I collected all the documents on the list from the site

You need a certificate, bring the original.

Then I lost her. She is not. You know, the birth of a child, there and here and... lost

(with a small pause)

The official, taking the documents: "Okay, we will check on the base"

The winner is Nikolay!

xxx: My husband told me how in one of the large companies where he worked at the time, someone joked on the closed toilet cover!

YYY: The tester most likely

Over the years, even the wife is tired of talking about the president.

A strange picture was seen days on the road of the glorious city of N.
I am going the road to the north. The track is like a track - two lanes in each direction, a wide separator with barriers.
I drive in the left row with a lawful speed of 79 km / h, because the city line and chambers there are like mushrooms in the forest. We generally have that rich, with cameras, in Moscow and less. In the right row, respectively, are those who understand the PDD too literally - at a speed of 59 km / h. Well, the usual picture for our places - cameras more or less all learned to drive without excessive pathos. There are exceptions, of course.
Here is such an exception to the white mordor-six me catches kilometers by a hundred per hour and the rise of xenon in the mirrors - a mordor! The Bip-Bip is Bip! Well, I'm not sorry, maybe a person has fallen asleep, afraid of not having time to push. Diarrhea is a terrible thing... Morded the turn, went to the right, missed, returned. I thought again - this is not a pity for a man's desire for money! He just sent a letter for at least 500 rubles, and this is not the last camera on the road.
Here behind the second is the same, on the grey passat-s, - also a mirge-myrge and a bip and a hundred km / h. And I do not regret it, again, the city budget will be fined. Maybe the bench will be painted at his expense in the park, or the urn will be placed. I missed, I go further in the right. And in front of the transition, the sign 40 and the camera above it. There is underground right now, but upstairs and a sign. and camera.
Everyone runs 49 km / h, because the camera is the same, and in the left row of the route type "Gazel" - because it is left to leave, to turn to the town. And here the madness of the gathering rests on Gazel, sharply retarded and again myrgy-myrgy and bip-bip. But the transition and the camera - you can't speed up, and Gazelley has nowhere to go - right is busy. So Gazel only turns on the left twist – like, “Don’t be nervous, left to me.” The madness is pressing the signal continuously, but Gazelle can’t jump and miss it from below? I have already followed this procession in the right row and I see on the side the profile of Gazeli’s driver – his face is filled with deep calm and complete pofigism. It was written, “Take a horse with your dog.”
Behind it all catches the pass-ups and is bicycling to the madness. The Driver (Nice) The dumbness suddenly throws the car sharply to the right, crossing the right lane in front of me (I, speaking in the dry language of protocols, "were forced to resort to emergency braking") and going to the side. On the sidelines he surpasses a couple of cars, again on the diagonal crosses two lanes and finds himself in front of Gazelle. There is an unknown driver. The madness demonstrates the ultimate madness – it is sharply retarded before Gazelle, the type of “punishment”. Gazeli's driver, keeping the indian leader's impatient face, doesn't even try to brake and crumbles on the rear tamper. At the last moment, "Mazdyuk" understands that it will be he's now, and gases, leaving the blow.
Passat-ss at the same time continues to signal in the ass of Gazelle. I was directly surprised by the steel nerves of her driver - this brakes in the front, this in the back, and he drives himself as if there are no.
And here comes the culmination - the "masdyk" is again sharply discouraged before Gazelle, apparently, having decided that for the first time he did not appreciate the depth of his resentment. Gazel quietly turns to the left, going to the turn, and in the ass of the "mazdjuk", not ceasing to bite, the sharply accelerated passat flew.
Sometimes the universe shows us a surprising harmony of interactions.

People who rewrite the Constitution accuse us of undermining the constitutional system!