- Fuck, Anka is a kind of хтоnic star! I ask her, what do you want on March 8? She: "Oh, it is very easy. Go to" I didn’t have time to rejoice, adding: "You’ll give me a couple of watches. I have not painted naked anatomy for a hundred years.
And I tell everyone that my brother is dating a woman troll. The truth is often misunderstood.

I read all kinds of phytoniacs and pimples and decided to find out what I should have the ideal weight.

I found a collection of different methods on the web and started counting. On one I have 7 extra pounds, on the other - as many missing, on the third everything is normal, the fourth prescribes me to burst no more than 1200 calories a day, the fifth - no less than 1400.

She sympathized with both hostile women's camps, closed with a light heart.

Man is infinitely good to infinitely distant people.

“The harm of language.”

In the 1950s, we had little fun. Only what the garden and house could offer. The courtyard was much richer and more interesting at home. You could play football at the garages (up to the first glass), in the "sweepstakes", it wasn't without games for money (if you had them), a barbecue, a chira, an eagle, etc. At home what? Go there, bring it, don’t bother, and you did the lessons? Televisions were rare, turned on only in the evening with parents, in a word - thirst. Of course, somewhere there were "pioneer palaces" as mirages, but more they existed in the inflamed imagination and reports of pioneer leaders. The only thing that saved me from this boredom at home were books. Anyway, who is how.

By the first grade I had already read boyfriendly, and when others learned that “mama washed the frame,” I learned about “Treasure Island”, “Three Musketeers”, “Robinson Crusoe” and I don’t remember what else. Of course, for my immature mind, the "forbidden" literature was marked by the parents, which was cautiously hidden on the upper shelves of the closet, and also pushed into the corner. For her reading, it was easy to lose access to the book closet: "Decameron" Bocacho, "Goya" Fechtwanger, where the text was not important, and there were inexpressively interesting illustrations, some prohibited poets I do not need, but, as you know, the main thing is not to get caught. And so, took out a laundry on the street, chased for bread, scratched something in the notebook for tomorrow to school and you can hide in a remote corner with a book, so that you would not be touched.

The above is nothing more than an introduction to the situation.

So, I got to the book “The Cursed Kings” by Druon. Not very interesting, where they go to "Three Musketeers", but still - kings, conspiracies, poisoning. I carried a gallop on the story until I found out for some crazy word: ROGONOSEC. It seems offensive, but not mat and for the story matters. In a word, I found nothing wiser than to ask my father about it. His reaction surprised me, no, rather scared me!
Instead of answering or turning away from me, I can’t say, my father became stressed and began to ask me questions: “From whom you heard, when, where, etc.” I realized that I went somewhere wrong, read something wrong, and I am now deprived of access to the library. I remember the fate of the heroic pioneers-partizans, with whom we were haunted in school, I went unconscious. I heard it in the yard from the boys, I don't remember who, I don't remember when and so on.

Revenge was weak, I can say nothing at all. Bring a three-storey mat from the yard, the most relevant fancy, muddled proverbs - it's as much as you want. Constant rotation of the courtyard spana and mud (in the true meaning of the word!They came from somewhere from the zones and camps, then went there, supporting the language slang on which we all in the courtyard and communicated. At home, in no case. It could be taken seriously enough. And a rookie! This is also the same thing to ask, now, the second-classes about ambivalence or discourse. As it became clear, it did not run.

I was hidden. And not in vain. The next day, the mother asked with an olive voice, saying, where did the son hear this word and, most importantly, from whom? I realized that it was big, I closed up and stopped responding.

Of course, it could be heard in our communal apartment, where nine families lived. The composition was varied: a sanitary from a clinic, a professor of ancient literature with her husband, a large working family, a widow of a colonel with two sons, a district deputy with a quiet, invisible wife, my parents who both worked in the ministry and I with my older brother and grandfather. Everyone could be suspicious. We could add more friends of parents who often gathered with us or we with them. There could be springs, but not a garden.

Meanwhile, the clouds were thickening at home, no - the storm was unremittingly moving, which was the cause of me. In the communication there were purely intelligent expressions such as: "Wouldn't you be kind to pour me a plate of soup," "You will not be burdened to go, please, to the store for potatoes," and so on. Nothing supernatural sounded. Here, for example, when the professor was called to the phone in the hallway, the beginning was this: "Be kind, please do not refuse a service, if you do not find it difficult to call N.A. by phone.” This is another Old Testament professor of ancient literature called our for the subject of writing a general textbook. But at home? In the housing? The brother stopped checking the diary daily for records of his current hooliganism, which threatened to call his parents to school, and, worse still, to clausure from school in his father’s partner (I’m not a joke). The brother, looking at me, triumphed, really did not understand the reason and gave himself to the card game in the yard. My attempts to find out from the boys who is the "Rogue" gave me only a decision of the type - "dumb as a lamb." But it wasn’t in context.

In principle, the court knew everything. I remember, somehow to the reasonable observation of a girl of almost my age, I replied to her, "Remove, and then I will give the eggs," received a ten-minute humiliating lecture about the impossibility of this event due to the different arrangement of these organs in us, with details and functions. I had to shamefully retreat and climb to the closet to clarify the nuances of the illustrations to Goya.

I stumbled into the corner like a mouse. Nevertheless, it turns out I didn’t close the door tightly into the hallway, and because of me, the common kitchen smelled of roasted acid cabbage and roasted on petroleum frozen bell. The courtyard fell off by itself, and life went under the mountain.

So the working week passed, and on Sunday morning I was put in front of my father. What this trial could lead to, I guessed. It’s called “pulling out like a goat”. My father was pale (well, maybe it was an artistic exaggeration) and relentless. It was necessary to crawl, otherwise my filamentary part could get acquainted with the soldier's belt, on which my father had a dangerous German shave.
The young pioneers partisans looked at me with regret from the sky.

With tears in my eyes, realizing that I am deprived of the unread "Decameron" and a number of other treasures of world literature, I admitted where this damned word - ROGONOSEC. As a confirmation, I had to get this book, find these quotes and almost get rid of it. and... Nothing! In other words nothing at all! The closet was not closed, it was released into the yard. From the kitchen began to smell snow from Elena Molochovets. In the house again began to live “cat” and “music”. Even my brother did not deserve it.

By the evening, the parents did not go to the restaurant, and my brother and I left the TV on.

However, the word remains unexplained. To my timid question, my father replied, that the word is not good and climbing where I should not, he does not recommend, and when I grow up, I will find out myself. When I grew up, I learned the true meaning of this word.

For those who live well in Russia, it is not bad for those who live well abroad.

XXX is a robbery.
XXX: The recipe for blenders on a barrel!
Do you have fun in Google?
XXX: Avoid alarm, I intuitively prepared
XXX: Was there any hope to add?
YYY: This is in Chebureque.
XXX: Blind
xxx: well
XXX: It doesn’t matter
Yes, not every time I got into the box.

Woman should be like ice cream – be sweet and melt.
Well then a man should be strong, like a stick on which they put ice cream.

entering into

In school, 11 words-exceptions were forced to teach, even the mnemonic rule was given:
Push, hold, look and see,
To hear, to hear, to hate,
to turn, and to turn,
To suffer and to suffer,
You will remember, friends,
You can’t put them on “E”.

But is there still to run, rush, whistle, scream, feed, whistle, knock, whistle, and so on?

How did you get into a society of sceptics?
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About the fact that in 11 exceptions, the voices in the suffixes when spinning happen to be unsuccessful, and you need to indicate somehow that there is not 'e' and ' and' in school you have not been told yet?
And in those you have listed, it is difficult to write wrong, because the voice in the suffix is always under emphasis. If, of course, the Russian language is your native.

Through the ass, from the heart.
(A) is anonymous

This is what "Patriot" says:
and ==
Where only you are taken. "Liberal people" are a lot of people. Are you printing something unnecessary?
The DARPA? The NASA? Go buy shares, show them how they are in normal countries.
and ==
Has the whole brain come down on the ground of hatred for the damned America? NASA and DARPA are agencies. They don’t earn, they spend. Their goal is this: for the state money to promote space and defense technologies, they give the mask money. And our corporations are just trying to make money. But it does not work out, because effective state managers spend state subsidies and profits not on the development of production, and not on payments to shareholders, but on their own pockets.
Von RosTech entered the losing AutoVAZ in 2007, received state subsidies of several billion, in 2008 sold the factory to the French. Then it turned out that all these billions were distributed into his pocket by the then director (1.5 billion rubles, he indicated them in the declaration) and his assets (there were several dozen then) as bonuses for good work. More than 10,000 workers were fired from the factory over the course of the year. of employees. The French are still scratching for their money.

X: I
X: I want
X: so that you
X: She gave me
OK, OK, I have agreed
X: The Promise
X: You will change.
U : what?? to
I am not ready to change for you.
X: the pipe...

Russia should not pursue respect for human rights, it is not its values.
So, where are the slaves I have placed?! to

#Japanese time #when #sign ##was #simply #sign #number #a #not #transformed #posts #in #unread #guano

of the Chukovsky verbs.
Disappeared - a return verb, 2 disappearance (from the verb-exception to escape) past time, multiple number, perfect appearance, no face.
Hidden - a returning verb, 1 spinning (from the verb to hide) past time, multiple number, perfect appearance, no face.
Question is closed.

from the discussions.
xxx: Communication appeared when I left the house started again test gps communication then appeared then propodla captured a full antenna came out of check gps communication appeared XRN2,but I did not understand this coincidence or not but when I missed the communication after scanning gps in the engineering menu the communication disappeared and the villains of my apartment,I may have collapsed at all the tower near the house, funny but the fact I have the connection restored and no relatives
I have a mixer in my eye. What have I just read? The man lost his relatives.

During student years brought in visits to acquaintances of someone’s friends or something. In general, a typical twin in the bedroom area, there are two brothers and forever some guests blinking on the light. The younger brother - a student, the older one - has already graduated, worked as a watchman for a day after three and was not childish. In the apartment, as is required in such places, a mess, but the washroom in the bathroom is brightly clean. Later in the conversation it turned out that Cole (the older brother) is very vigilant about this, because of the dirt in the garbage can crash. Because it is unpleasant for him to go into a dirty cloth!

My kids and I dressed up at home. Directly complete - bridges, boots, helmets, good to drive to the stall for 10 minutes. And here I take two children to engage, and the horse itself to walk, all as well dressed and equipped, stops us by a hiker. I, slightly doubting, lower the glass, he looks inside... Then on me. Then inside again. And she says "You are a very responsible mother. I have seen everything, and child seats up to 15 years old, and even double seat belts, but that the whole family on the car in helmets ride - such a first time!"

Previously, the grass was greener, and the Internet was more interesting.

Wow: And don’t say, lately such a boring Internet has gone that you have to read books on the specialty and write articles to at least somehow have fun.

On the Internet review of the garden store: "Bought a bag of herb mixture for the boss - everyone was happy!". My husband from the couch commented:

Not to be left, with a bag of grass!

There are two types of cars on the road that can make the drivers around them behave decently and cautiously: the new Porsche and the old KAMAZ.