For an optimist, dismissal from work is an opportunity to rest overtime.

You know, of course, the emblem of medicine - a stick wrapped with a snake. According to legend, this is the bastion of Asclepius. It was as if the ancient Greek physician Asclepius went to the palace of the king of Crete, and suddenly a serpent wrapped his ass. Asclepius killed her, but there came another snake with a bunch of grass in the clove and raised the first. With this herb, Asclepius healed the king's son.

This legend has always seemed to me rather stupid and as if degrading the high mission of medicine. What kind of courage is it to take away a bunch of floating grass? No need for mind or skill. So I was delighted when I heard the other version.

There is, it turns out, this kind of parasitic worms - rishta, or draconian. A typical worm, but lives in a person not in the intestine, but in the subcutaneous tissue. It grows under the skin to 80 centimeters, causing hellish pain and purulent wounds. The sufferers affected by rhizome could be found everywhere, from ancient Greece to Central Asia some 80 years ago. The only way to get rid of the worm was to pull it out entirely from the wound, swallowing it on a stick, very slowly and carefully, so that God does not break, and then the contamination of the blood is guaranteed. The procedure sometimes lasted for several days and required a lot of experience and patience.

So, some historians believe that the medical emblem actually depicts not the snake that wrapped the Asclepius's basin, but this same worm wrapped in a rod. Imagine that ancient doctor who sits all day in the sunshine on a dirty basar and under the cry of the patient slowly and slowly, a millimeter from the purulent wound of the endless worm, knowing that one uncertain movement - and everything is gone. In my opinion, this is the most correct, honest and impartial symbol of medicine that can be imagined.

Life is like a grandmother. When you drink it is not so bad.

Cats are designed to have someone on whom to place an excess of kindness.

J: Ah, but what do you think I am?
M: Let’s find out, do you ask me to assess the adequacy of the girl – whom I saw live 1 time and a little less than 4 hours?
J: Well and what. It is not important. What am I at first sight?
M: Low

and again the shakko-kitsune:

(Yes, by the way, although I sometimes try to explain how ‘modern art’ is made, that doesn’t mean I adore it at all. And in the eyes of my haters for some reason indicates that for some reason for them the attempt to analyze and systematize is equal to love... Ah, I have haters. The artistic. It is amazing).

XHH: It’s even scary to imagine what extreme irritation artistic heathers are doing. Are the heads of modern sculptures thrown to the door?

WOW: If you can understand that this is a head, then this sculpture is not modern enough.

Well, I take and lick – I’m the youngest here – call at any time. I was 35. Then it turned out that some of them were not 25 years old. Those who are terrible are shit.

And I’m a beautiful man, Apollo, the knots fall on the fly.

Oh, can you buri a bite that appeals to all "children"? At least for this site...

Review of StarCraft: Remastered

xxx: The game started to look very strange - like a retired woman with a thick layer of makeup. I don’t know how else to describe. I’ll be pirating, and we’ll see. If it comes, I will buy it.
YYY: Well here is it. Grandma dressed, tried, spent money on cosmetics, and you only need one thing from her!
Yyy: Even though my grandmother is only twenty years old.

Today I wrote with the class composition "My favorite teacher". Now I understand that before this it was not necessary to repeat "think", because now the Russian language has been filled with such verbs as "be beautiful", "be smart" and even "learn".

My hobby is growing dolls. These are the kinds of dolls that are worn directly on a person, and he then revives them. Once upon a time, a story ended with one of these puppies.



My friend was performing with his band at the time, and he needed an assistant to switch tracks on the note. We decided that let the tracks switch the doll - and at the same time it will be a visual chip. Fortunately, my character – a sharring mannequin – was quite suited to the group.



And then one day in the club’s makeup shop, after we all changed clothes, the whole group went to the hall to listen to colleagues, and I (already in the image - and the suit is made so that no one centimetre of the actor’s skin is visible) stayed, so as not to reveal the surprise before time. In general, I relaxed and got into the picture: my hands and legs lay a little unnaturally, as if I was a mannequin who was placed on the couch.



And here are the guys who should have been following us. I held my breath. One of them, apparently a soloist, and apparently very curious, approached me closely - it is necessary to explore! I started touching my legs, pulled to my head... And here I suddenly get up.



His wild scream was heard in the auditorium.

I enrolled somehow for a massage, and the massager was a man with a hair tail of 40 years old. Maybe I’m not so lucky, but I haven’t met normal men with tails after 40; they’re all either in some fashion religion, or in some teaching like Osho, or just a little bit. Definitely “high” personalities. He talked about telegraph from the beginning. I am scared of the telegony of medical professionals.

When he found out that I did not believe in the telegony, he asked:

Are you afraid that your child will not look like your husband, but your first partner?

"I'm absolutely not afraid, my first partner was a nice guy, let the kids look like him and even I don't mind being like him.

After that, I was apparently recognized as a hopeless person in terms of enlightenment, and the rest of the time of the massage passed in silence.

On the topic of "Pigs ":
But at least half of the Russian bullets are pigs... the hands after lunch are not all washed, and then the pistol is charged with these same hands. And these bullets then deprive the unfortunate jihadists of the subterranean paradise.

Summer, 6 in the morning, I walk on the beach with my dog. A boy and a girl sit on the sand.
D: Ahaha, you can always make me laugh.
Q: They say there are two ways to drag a girl into bed: to laugh and a knife. I have a knife with me. So choose it.
I also have a knife.
Q: Okay, I am joking.
D: And I am not.

I work in a cafe. A Chinese man came to us yesterday.

Sitting a hollow water?

We don’t sell water, we have cold tea.

The Holy Tea...

“Yes, but I can give you water from the refrigerator.

To sit down?

and free.

- Let us (drinking and asking) Sikorka sit a hollow tea?

It is 220 rubles.

Is the water moist?

The story of my grandmother. Before the war she met a man. I dreamed of getting married in the future. But like many others, the war separated them. He went to the front, she stayed in the rear.



My grandmother’s father was a native, and my mother was not a maid. Here, according to the grandmother, she opened the envelopes sealed with soap, and read their correspondence, giving her an opened mail.



One day the letters stopped coming. She wrote to him, but he did not respond.



The war ended. Years have passed since their last meeting. There were never letters.



I saw pictures of my grandmother in her youth. She was very attractive, so they just came home to marry the villagers. Just come here. Her grandmother was so educated that she called her father YOU until her death. I remember it well. I think that’s why she didn’t resist her father’s will, and she put her tongue under her mother-in-law. I don’t remember that very well from her story. So she married my grandfather. Three children, a bunch of grandchildren... They lived not soul to soul, but the household was conducted and grandchildren were raised.



One day in 1988, my grandmother visited us. We lived in a city 160 km from its station. She left us on the train. Traffic car, side car. Nearby was a couple, a husband with a wife and a man, who from the very beginning met and had an unforced conversation. From their conversation, the grandmother heard that the man was in the sanatorium and is returning home. And I also heard the story from how he fought on the front, how he was wounded and got to the hospital. How I lost my love.



I’ve always been stunned by my grandmother’s memory. She could have been searching for hours for a wallet or glasses, a key to the shell, but some things she remembered as if she had repeated them before going to bed.



Then my grandmother asked:

In which part have you fought?

At eighteen and what? Answered the man.

Are you not Sasha Colodin? She answered.

How are you...? from where? ... he was stunned.

“I am Maria Radionova,” the grandmother replied.

I don’t know what was happening there at that moment. Every time my grandmother tells me about this, I hold back my tears. I want to shrink. They hugged and cried. Crying and hugging.



After forty-five years and most of their lives, they discover that everything could have been different... So many questions, so many answers that they never hoped to get. Never ever...

Cognac and sausages appeared on the table.

From his story, the grandmother learned that he had received a letter from her mother-in-law that she was sick (I don’t remember why) and died. He was wounded shortly afterwards and sent to the hospital. He did not receive letters. They considered each other dead.



Time was implacable. After one stop, my grandmother had to leave. He asked her to leave her phone, but she refused. My grandfather was jealous.



So they said goodbye on the railway platform and did not see each other again.

xxx: who can explain to a non-programmer what’s wrong with the assembler?
YYY: It’s all with him. It’s like being on an uninhabited island. To build a house, you don’t take a phone and call the company, but you take a spade and start building.
Zzzz: First you make a scarf
YYY: This depends on what to consider a spade. And in general: building a house with a spade is quite about an assembler.

You have to pay "for laziness"

One wise man said: to hit with a hammer costs 100 rubles, to know where to hit - 1000. Customers often forget the second part. It’s stupid human logic, but it’s stupid too.

scif_yar: Maybe he’s a good expert, but as a person, it’s better to keep him in a separate room and feed him with pasta through a lock well.

I recently had a laser vision correction surgery.

Saints Bo
Comfortable without glasses.
Beating yourself in the fucker.