The war was struck by a child. But the commander of the shuttle in Khabarovsk, where Vasya served for three years, disappeared as a spy throughout Europe. (Who saw the Khabarovsky stadium - Vasya participated in its construction). Vase got a good car - a Studebaker with full drive on all three axes and a swing. For its high permeability, the car used the love of the senior officers and officers of the unit as a transport for fishing, hunting and similar excursions.

That day Vasya took a sergeant with an officer to fishing. On the way back, they were stopped by a patrol. The commander's father was unable to speak. The tube to separate their fan from Basin’s clean breath was not yet invented. They smashed everyone on their lips, along with the car. Vasa threw his documents into the gap in the door covering purely of value.

The night in the cell, Vasya, accustomed to the burdens of military service, slept as a baby. I was worried in the morning. Worried about the car. It was autumn and the frosts already started to catch up. Yesterday evening, Vasyu was pushed into the camera, not especially entangled in his request to "fuse..." Water should be drained from the radiator. Now the water could freeze and threaten the engine. Vasya did not think about whether he would be punished or not. Watson thought of the engine. He raised the noise. And achieved his - he was released to the car to heat the engine.

The motor crashed, Vasya sat in the cabin and stared sadly at the closed door. The door to the territory of the lips was directly in front of him, through the courtyard. And here they opened up. The gates were opened and a half-fourth duty entered the territory. The watchman approached the driver and they began to talk. Right in front of Vas was opened the Freedom gate.

Vasya then could not explain why he did it. The devil is the only explanation. Grip - speed - gas... and Vasya is free, heading to his native part. Behind him there was somewhere far away half Tuesday, but we remember, "Studer's motor is three!". They noticed a familiar car and opened the door. The student flew into the territory, slightly rushed to his legitimate place, Vasya shot out of the car and disappeared in the bunkers of the unit. To the already blocked gates flew a half-torch, from which the angry Head of Lips jumped out.

The commander of the hauptwacht is afraid of everything. As they say, “Don’t give up.” But not an intelligence frontman. After hearing the Chief of the Lip asking for the immediate return of the prey, Vasin the commander said to him the following: "Why are you attached to me? Those are your soldiers, deal with them! And I will reward my soldier for not leaving himself in captivity and for not dropping his weapons. You are free!!”

“You, the commander is calling you.” All, there was nowhere to run further and Vasya plunged in front of his eyes.
- Why did you, the soldier, flee and the officer left? Commander Vassili began to troll.
They are separate from me, yes.
Okay well. I joke and I will. The Senior! Gather the soldier! Once he was sentenced to 10 days in jail, he must go!

When the officer and Vasey approached the gate, the window of the commander's office opened:
“Sir, where did you get the news?
How, Comrade Colonel, on the mouth. You ordered it yourself.
I said 10 days of arrest, not on the lip! He will be eaten there without salt, and I need a soldier alive and healthy. So so - to release the capper of the shoemaker, the prisoner there and put the clock!

For the next ten days, Vasya had eaten and slept. As the most "unfortunate" cook laid him the most delicious cakes. The senior was puzzled, went to the commander and asked to stop this ridicule - the work crashed, the car stood, people laughed. But the commander was firm: “If I don’t answer for my words, what kind of commander am I!”
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Now Vasily Alexandrovich 76 and he is building a house. He says, “I will not die until I have completed.” There is still work there! I believe him.

The girls! Men should not be sought on dating sites, but on employment sites. The questions are the same, only the photos and summaries in them are real.

c OOO mail.ru
The question:
What is moral exhaustion and how to treat it?

The best answer
Moral exhaustion is treated immorally.

In the police wave:
- to sberbank go, there a man has a conflict with the ATM
What, is it happening?! to

XHH: Ivan Petrovich, if Mr. A******ko calls, what can I tell him?
WOW: Tell Mr. A******ko that he is a fairy gentleman and that we have always suspected that only gentlemen work in his firm.

I also want to leave work an hour earlier.
XXX is better than 2)
Instead of a lunch break, there is a siesta.
xxx: and I also want to not crack all of this harry.)

From Automotive Forums:

What VAZ will not do, users will immediately go into the topic and start to crack, although by the fact of the 2007 Prior and Prior today are two big differences.
It’s better to have two big asses.

Witch: I have trolls. I’m getting fat (
O O O O O O
You are not the girl you want to be.
The Witch: If I'm fat, my great press will be worse.

The economist said: “Money appeared about 600 years before our era. Thus e. This system has been in operation for 2400 years."
WOW: "This is the two percent and I live."

The night stood ssaal.
XXX: and behind me the clothes clothes like fucking into the bathroom
XXX: If he had not sucked, he would have dropped.

I love our JEK - so much idiotism on the floor is unlikely to be found anywhere, but to demand a full-serious statement with a request to write in the father's apartment from a half-fashioned baby is an obvious overtake!

Damn, everywhere the hands and heads are rolled.
XHH: Here the kids will come from school, I will arrange them an outlet for this.
I’m not buying Lego for that.

xxx: I am riding
xxx: Near our hostel there is a cafe called "Food". And it is written in a funny way: between the first two letters are crossed forks with a knife. So it looks like this: Exda.
xxx: My perverted brain could not fail to note the fact that x is similar to multiplication, and E and DA are perfectly suited to the sixteen-digit system. And it made me mind to count it.
XXX: I did it today.
XXX is the culmination. In the sixteen-digit system of numbers ExDA = BEC!

xxx: I suggest that all the people who have seen you in the swimming pool hat, legally equate to relatives.

No, well, in general, I know a lot in life and can, but for some reason instead of all this I sit comfortably on the internet.

I have a cold for the whole family. A woman with a dead look is going to put a child, I am sitting on the internet. If you want sex, try to raise me up. I: You look like I will first feel like a necrophile and then like a necrophile.

Peter, the evening before the Kurban Byram, the largest mosque in Peter on Gorkovskaya, at the same time the universe.

I wanted to go to the universe tomorrow. I know that tomorrow I’ll be a fucker. I won’t go to the universe tomorrow.
First I thought you were joking, and then I thought why I’t go to the universe tomorrow)))

Max: sent a spam invitation to the conference "How do I work?"
Max: the mood is good, wrote: More relevant would be the seminar "How to work with TP"
Max: There were people alive at the end! Answered: Working with the TP is not effective)))

and XXX:
At school, the younger was asked to blind from natural material.
Clear pen, parents will do, not the child.
And since I am in the hospital, it is quite obvious that this care has fallen on me in full. You sit at home without work, do it.

As the teacher said, "walk through the lawns, lawns, forest slopes, pick up material."
I think - to blind her installation of beer cans, cigarette packs and plastic bags.
I don’t understand humor.

If I live to old age, I will say to my grandchildren:
In our time, the Internet was there, everything could be downloaded, and everything to say, even the president to call. And this your internet is not the internet, but a collection of advertising. And they will show me decentralized networks and say that the internet is actually now here and that territory has been conquered by idiots.