The All-Russian Parent Assembly again ended with a resolution: I gave birth - educate yourself, the school does not owe you anything!

As my intelligent grandmother said, if you tolerate a little more, you can get mad.

XXX is school. On the compact, take a screenshot of the desktop, put it on the screensaver, and remove everything from the desktop. Forget that nothing works.

yyy: They also cried over accountants when, in the background of a screenshot, they left all the labels, removing only the labels of Kosynka.

Zzzz: This is funny.

My family and I once visited a friend in Yalta. They came out at the bus station - there are a bunch of local taxi drivers, just on cars without any clamps and hats (it was a long time ago, even before Yandex). There from the station to the house 2-3 minutes to drive, or walking 8-10 minutes, but we tired after the road, and also with bags - asked the taxi drivers how much the trip will cost - they broke the first 1500, we made the blind eyes, they say fine then - for 1000 we will go. We said no more than 200 rubles and went to the local bus stop. While we were waiting for the bus - one of those taxi drivers came unnoticed to us, stood next to us, like not talking to us, and whispered - let's go, just go a little further beyond the stop, so that my colleagues do not see that you are sitting in my car. So we got to the place for 200 rubles instead of a cutter (and then I thought that 200 rubles is somehow expensive, but the high season - all prices are broken, darmoods).

On February 14, I remembered the most original date in my life. At the time when the majority of people were communicating in the aske and mail-ru agent, I spoke to a guy - Roman (as I imagined). I was a first-time student at the time, a guy 7 years older than me, which did not seem to be a big difference, especially since the young man in the photo was still a sympathy.

We met in the park (so that people would be safer). I did not immediately recognize him, because in front of me stood a man under 40, low in height and gently speaking "fooled." Next I am I, R is a novel:

I am Ogo, somehow you are different from Awa.

R - Yes, there is an old photo - I am there 18. Now is 34.

I said 26.

R: I didn’t want to scare you. You are tall!

I - Agha - 1 m 70 cm, Rom.

R – Yes, there’s another nuance – I’m actually Armand... I’m all called Roman.

I am - 😳

Q. Do you want to remember it so as not to get confused? Do you know the song Vintage? Roma Roma Roman – Arman is Arman!

I am unexpected though.

R – Well, once you have gone through the revelations, I want to confess to you immediately – in order to avoid incidents. I worked as a suiter. So, I have a lot of girls I know – don’t be surprised if we meet them anywhere and they will treat me like a mother-in-law.

Is that all I need to know?

R – So far I remembered.

And then I was saved by a phone call - by agreement with a friend, she called every "fire". I apologized for the urgent need to leave and fell into the sunset forever.

And in my head still sometimes sings - "Roma Roma Roman - Arman!"

I live in Riga, I work on the railway I have 15 weekends a month and a constant desire to work.

Seven years ago, on Sunday morning,

An old acquaintance calls.

"Hello, we are here looking for a man, we need to drive to Italy, bring something, how do you?" I have to tell you that my greed for money competes with my love of freedom. I always find out what to carry.

The girl: “You just don’t laugh, mouse.”

“The mouse?”

“Not at all, cat.”

In short, it turns out, the president of the firm, where my friend works, went on holiday to Italy, on Lake Garda, with the whole family and a pet, a rat by the nickname Dominic. Buying a plane ticket, Dominic got worse at takeoff, and at the time of landing he was a half-body. The rest, like all good things, has the tendency to end and the family council decided: the family returns to Riga by plane and the rat, like a white man, rides by car.

I, as a decent person, explain that at both ends it is almost four and a half thousand kilometers and it will be more expensive than all the rats in Riga and even the Baltic. I am informed that I can get an advance right now.

He got together, left, and was there the next evening. Meeting a family: Dad, Mom, two daughters and Dominic. Let's get acquainted, I am given a list with a bunch of conditions:

1st Stay for a day, with the owners, so that the rat gets used to trusting me, or she may have a psychological trauma.

2nd Driving along the route with the least altitude variations, or Dominica can be bad (round for three hours)

Three At least every three hours to stop and ventilate the rat.

4 is Overnight on the way so that Dominic is not tired.

Well, the rest in the same spirit: the music is not to turn on loud, not to smoke, not to leave alone, how to care for, to feed.

On all my hints that these are unnecessary expenses, it was said that everything is paid. We take Dominica, we go. I observe all the instructions, I take care of the rat like a small child, I really understand that if anything happens to him, everything will be bad. To pay tribute to the owners, the rats hotels were booked excellent and not cheap at all.

The last day, due to road work in Poland, broke out of schedule, arrived in Riga about the hour of the night. We were still met by the whole family. They would see the joy of the masters, especially the girls, and I was a little sad to break up with Dominic, used to and he turned out to be a guy of his own.

You judge yourself that it is... the rich have their own wonders... or love for the smaller brothers. I got my money and I was pleased.

Our people, like domestic cars, do not do nothing.

Teachers from Stavropol were fired for non-conformity of salary to the May decrees of the President.
Similar violations the Prosecutor’s Office found in the work of another 813 teachers of the city. On average, they earn 16,352 rubles less than they are obliged by presidential decrees.

XXX is Hi. I have a request for you. Give me money for my clothes, and I’ll give you a picture in that clothes.

YYY: by Shalom There is an elegant counter-offering: give me a photo without clothes and everyone will save. M is?

The seven deadly sins are immortal.

HTTPS://www.anekdot.ru/id/1185794/ The author, Vish, did not like how he was cured unclearly from what, then apparently gave medication for a full course of treatment at home, and then he was unable to immediately call the therapist by phone. At the same time, the author is embarrassed, so he closed the discussion and did not sign. What do you think of this real story?

I got sick a few days before the New Year. Of the symptoms - a temperature above 37 ° C, weakness, lack of appetite. The smell was present, but reacted as if with a slight delay, checked for sharply odoring substances like alcohol. At first, I was not worried, as the loss of smell, as the main symptom, is not, but the temperature steadily increased a couple of times a day and on the fifth-sixth day grew to 38 C. The doctor called through 112, called quickly, described the symptoms. The next day, around 10 in the morning, the doctor of the brigade, which is dealing with the treasurers, called and asked if I had taken the tests. Having learned that the tests did not take, she said that her brigade would not come to me, and that she would call my doctor home. Closer to the evening, the doctor came, took the scraps for analysis, listened to the lungs, gave paracetamol. The next morning I received an SMS about Covid’s presence. Near the evening another doctor came, listened to the lungs, gave Avifavir for 10 days, Amoxiclav for 7 days, Ambroxol, Xarello and Paracetamol, told what to do in terms of self-isolation, and suggested to appoint CT. I specifically emphasize that these drugs were prescribed to me by a specialist after the examination and do not need to perceive the listed drugs as a recommendation for self-treatment. After my consent, I found a window on the CT in the early morning of the next day. The doctor offered to try to get to CT on Scora, described the procedure, but I found it too difficult and took a taxi, went, of course, to the respirator. I didn’t feel very well, but I got there. There was no line, the CT itself took a few minutes, then 10 minutes later I was taken by the doctor. On CT, pneumonia was detected, the doctor confirmed the correctness of treatment and offered a pulse oxymeter for temporary use. I didn’t take the pulse oximeter, I went home with a taxi. Then every day until the end of self-isolation I was called from the clinic, interested in the condition, sometimes called twice a day, seemingly from different institutions; once every two days I had online consultations with a specialist, in total, in my opinion, three times. Amoxiclav had to take 14 days and it was impossible to buy it without a prescription. To receive a prescription, he again called the doctor at home at 112 from the local clinic. The doctor called back, the voice felt that he was wrapped. I told him about the lack of antibiotics, he said that now he has no drug in his hands and suggested to wait until the next day. The next day I just had one pill left for the morning. In the morning the doctor came and brought another package for the second 7 days, although I was just expecting a prescription. In addition, at the end of self-isolation, I was taken twice to confirm recovery.

Yet another moment. For self-isolation, it is necessary to confirm your location at the place of residence. Confirmation requires the installation of certain software on the smartphone. My smartphone is old and the software hasn’t gotten on it. After a call to the SSC. monitoring on the number 495 870 72 96 with the explanation of the situation brought me a modern smart, on which the software got up without problems.

In all this situation, I was helped by more than a dozen people - first of all, doctors, other honey. Specialists, volunteers who delivered and picked up smartphones, telephone service operators, social service operators. Excuse me if I have not mentioned anyone yet. I was examined, consulted, conducted an expensive CT procedure, provided with medications, conducted several coronary tests, offered a pulse oxymeter. I would like to point out that all this is done for free. I was cured of my crown and stopped my pneumonia in time, which could have killed me. I am grateful to all these people. Probably, you can make claims that I did not immediately provide the entire amount of medicines, did not take the CT on the Hospital at a convenient time for me, did not let me sleep calls and SMS of the social service. I had to call somewhere, talk to the operators and wait for something, but it would be a black disgrace. These people personally owe me nothing. They did their job, sometimes risking their health and possibly their lives. All together they helped me recover and I got a debt. I will try to get him back.

And let us after Putin for some time live without the president at all, take a break from relationships, find ourselves.

In my phone, my husband is recorded as: Husband Ivan Vladimirovich. Because, at first was - Vanya MTS (two sims were in the phone) - he saw:" That I have you recorded as a manager of some of the MTS, as if not a close person." I corrected it to “Push”. For a week, I was angry whenever he called. When he saw the shame, he asked me to change my name, and I said, “You won’t please me”... I got a lecture: “If you get into trouble, you get into an accident, or something else, the police will try to contact your relatives... and how will they know that I’m your close relative? Pushakukuya is who, a lover, a former lover, a stupid nickname of a school girlfriend? “....

In general for the police signed: husband and father's name, so that the police did not have to suffer, how to treat.

I go to the store. It is cold. A female athlete runs. It runs well enough (which is important). She compared to me and ran on. Suddenly, I hear something scream. I look around and see the keys. I say loudly, girl, you wiped the keys. Zero reaction from her side. I came and picked up the keys. He cries after me, he does not hear. I tried to catch up, but where I, the old man at 42 years old... can’t, generally. I stand, hold my hands on my knees, breathe, watch how beautifully the girl runs away from her keys. This is a guy, 15 years old. I think I have seen and heard all this. He says, let’s catch me. He gave him the keys, he caught, he gave. I bought him a chocolate.

All are happy!

I went in the days a friend in the guests and told me that on the comp, in the history of the browser, found the requests of the son. There’s all porn and wickedness. She is naturally in shock, not knowing what to do, her son is only 10 years old.

As a child, I was looking for gifts for the New Year and found something more. The cassette without identification signs was lying on an anthrax, among the bed linen. The most loyal comrades were invited in the amount of 5 pieces and the session began. We sat with our eyes open for 5 copies and slowly grew up. Suddenly there was a knock on the door - according to the law of wickedness, it was on this day that my mother came early from work. And here moms have a strong fear of childhood - cassette in sight, we have no time to wrap, burned on all fronts. The visitor immediately cut off, I open the door. A herd of red friends passes by the mother and runs away at sunset. Hearing an awkward mother looked into the sight and became uncomfortable. Friends who got into such a situation, told that the parents are trying to burn out what was seen from the heads of their children. I decided on a desperate bluff. When asked what was going on, I absolutely replied that friends came and asked to see the view. I told them they could watch anything. I found the cassette in the closet because I was looking for clean underwear. He immediately attacked in the forehead. I said I was just going to watch the cassette, but I didn’t have time to see if I could see it now. I was so convinced that the bluff worked. There were no punishments, educational conversations as well. The cassette was covered.

The acquaintance advised not to fool the son, he will look at everything anyway. It is better to explain what the incognito mode is and to warn before arriving in advance, because clicking the mouse is easier than hanging the cassette.

We were invited to visit with my wife, I know this girl, long alone, with no one and no way, this is not my thing. We’re gathering, my wife puts wine, candy, sausage in a bag... I put a spoon, six-pieces, vandus...

Sitting well, wine and chocolate are delicious.

How can a knife cut it? ? to How quickly does water run out? ? to And can the clothes of the cupcake drive almost without effort? ? to ? to I’m hardly worth anything... The girl is happy! My wife is proud! I feel like a superman.)

Xxx: about "a couple of centimeters" surprises the reaction of the girl, I think tell her guy in a similar situation about the size of the chest ( lacks a couple of sizes ) the reaction from the girl would be the same - insult



Yyy: It’s offensive to those who really complex or teenagers. I would be offended at 16-19 years of age, and now I say to the girl that I will get my cradle of destruction, and in response I hear "destruction of hopes" and crawl like a morrow.



Maybe her name is Hope.

Xxx: I once went to the dealer (there was a review company for Takata pillows), so I got a whole list of jobs there. I removed everything except the replacement of oil (it was time), and when I paid the check, I saw the line "removal-installation of carter protection", which is actually rolling in the garage.

A girl who can be divorced is never the same. I work with the club master.

South of Krasnodar. Shame on you.

Yyy: Ha, with the protection, it was necessary, after the payment, to go to the master and say - "you forgot to put the protection back to me." As if they were looking for it.

Many young people have decided to save the planet from future generations.

I was not eight or nine; we lived in Khrushchev, and my brother and I had a common wall with an apartment from the neighboring entrance. There entered a young, childless couple, who loved the parties with loud music, which lasted for midnight. The equipment they had was powerful, the hearing through the wall was good, and, like apophysis, their musical preferences, as they say now, exploded my unstable brain, raised at the music school at Mozart with Haydn. I am still overwhelmed when I recall all these "malinovki" with "marriage rings" - the "heights of creativity" of the 1970s. Three or four times a week, the one-and-a-half-year-old brother reared at midnight, I didn't sleep, my father went to them a couple of times for a preventive conversation - without a special result... One day my parents were at work, I was doing lessons, the neighbors again reared their monsoon, I hated looking at the rosette, from which the sounds of the ugly poppy were well transmitted, and in addition, it also squeezed with tobacco smoke... and here it came to me! He went up the staircase cage, screwed up the traffic jams, dismantled the roof - for sure! The hole for the socket was made in the iron concrete wall through the neighboring apartment, and from their electrical wiring I was separated only by a hollowly made bump of alabaster, sprinkled from time.

A week later, the neighbors in the apartment began to blow up traffic jams, as soon as they wrapped the equipment to the full power. Moderate noise did not produce this effect. The fact that a small squeeze in the neighboring apartment brought the wires from their socket to themselves into the room and every time they made the music louder, he shortened their wiring, training, like the dogs of Pavlov, in their head, thank God, did not come and, tormented for a couple of weeks, with loud music they bound. And I spit on Haydn with Mozart and recorded in a radio circle.