When the country begins to be defended by ideologists, and the ideologists are appointed by debils and debils, then the country is definitely a shit.

My father fought no more than a year. I studied machine gun. He went into reconnaissance. I got the “courage.” One day, when he returned from the German rear, he was caught in a row. He survived but was disabled. My father spoke very little about the war. Probably trying to forget. I never went to any kind of celebrations, only meetings with fellow soldiers. Then it was time to listen to him.

One day in the early spring, a part of them, on another tired march on the snow, stood up in the basement. It was a suburb near the forest, on which the snow almost came down, and even flowers appeared. After eating, the soldiers were angry. The wind poem. The sun was so hell that everyone dropped the shines, and some - even gymnastes. Who lay right on the grass, who trembled, sitting in a circle, a few guys beat behind the snowmen. Everyone was relaxed and almost happy.

And suddenly the commander suddenly and frighteningly shouted, “Rota! No one move! This is order! They froze! Do not hold! They are all frozen!” He cried it for a long time until it reached everyone. They all fossilized.

Then he ordered everyone, without leaving the place, to look around, and look for the wires coming out of the ground. And then the father actually saw a small torch near him. From various sides it was, “I see! I see here!” Everyone knew that they were jumping mines. Slowly and carefully, one by one, step by step, the whole company went out to a safe place.

To whom I did not tell this, they were surprised how a hundred soldiers could unhinderedly settle on the mine field. After all, it was worth at least one "frog" to crush, as if they were all thrown to the ground, and the rest would explode. One of the incredible cases of fairy fortune, which many had in the war...

For some reason, I got a detail. The soldiers, who had plotted with heavy luggage a few hours before, went to collect flowers on their rest. They were really just boys. Young and careless. Yesterday’s schoolchildren, who went to battle, barricades, attacks, and bombings. to their wounds and deaths.

The court of officer's honor over lieutenant Rzhevsky, the mother of one of the girlfriends of the lieutenant:
“He’s my daughter there first, here’s Edak, and then there’s Razedak, that’s unacceptable!
Officers with friendly choir:
How is it right?

In the early 1990s, he taught martial arts to teenagers. It was very intentional, because it was relevant at the time. Once, during the training, a boy, probably 25-26, looked at us in the hall. A little thick, smiling, you can say I'll look at it, and I can do it. He stood in the room next to the students. He did not anything, it was such a character from Russian fairy tales, slightly formless and simple. No stretch or physics. Well, we came to the Sparrings. This guy stood uncertain, as if he was going to fall, seemed to be messy from the side, but then somehow strangely won. Then the elbow moves, then the leg and somehow uncomfortable, but his opponent fell. The strong guys fell. Okay well. Let me try it. Well, he got up uncomfortable again, with every blow I almost frightened off, pressing his head, and then the grandmother, to me comes an unhealthy such a stroke. Then again and again.

I ask, “How do you do this?"He said, 'I don't know myself, somehow I normalize, adjust and beat.'

After training, they met and later became friends. The guy never did anything, not even on his job, but he was an opera and the circle that day did - with his colleagues, he was looking for some bandit. And then he heard from his friends that one day he stood against three bandits, one of which had a gun, and with bare hands attacked all three.



And then I had the same feeling when you found out that the person you looked at from above was several times more perfect than you.



Definitely this is some sort of genetic memory from ancestors, the ability to fight even without any technique, at the level of the sixth sense. It is simply incomprehensible to me.

I watch a TV movie "Big Change", a 15-year-old son comes in, looks at 10 seconds and asks:

Was this film shot in the last century?

After the stunt, I was able to answer:

Yes, son, in the last century.

And funny situation, and sad, fucking

I remembered how they were sent to the military committee for analysis.

A young nurse before taking blood from a vein 15 times asked if I was not afraid of injections.

And then, the infection, the whole hand blew out, trying to get into the vein (a thick self). As a result, the classic "BabManya" reached three me and took the analysis from the first attempt.

It was not scary.

But when I caught pneumonia and I was given the usual most intra-pocket injections - the nurse also decided to stamp without sentiment in a vertical position. and hit. I got nervous, the redis is not good. His eyes darkened, shaken, but he did not fall. For the next five minutes, my throat could only make a “Y” sound. For the next three days I tried to curl away only when I saw her red hair in the hallway and demanded a curl exclusively in my shoulder. I was never afraid of injections, but the memory of that nurse still causes a nervous tremors.

Xxx: In the Volga region, we have a national chestnut, Russian, Tatar, Mordov and Chuvas villages stand in random order. Well, they went from our Tatar village to the Russian village to fight, some of them were offended there. But they were there waiting, prepared, attacked and marked. Our fast on the motorcycles and the hole... And one motorcycle did not turn, sadly to give up, and scary - father's. Here the persecutors came and said, “Have you hit, Tatarchon!” Again they fainted. They were graciously allowed to leave. He would be happy, yes, he says, My Ural does not start, Daddy will kill if he knows where he was going. The locals advised, sent one for their culibin, the other for a race. Then the whole night they repaired the moth, drank the self-driving, and poured it into the victim: “Song, Mama!” Then they pushed the motorcycle and finally started. The guy is still, twenty years old, in the shrinkage of the mysterious Russian soul - and dismissed, says, and drunk and the motorcycle repaired.

Yyy: South of Bashkiria, the vineyard of nationalities. We sent the Russians with the Tatars to the village of Chuvas, where they had to fuck. And there they are already baffled by the bafflers, well, we are baffled with the shout of our beats, we started baffling with the bafflers, and then we went and baffled all together - the Tatars, the bafflers, the Russians and the Chuvashis. And all because we are brothers, we will struggle to reconcile. We fought because there was no fun.

Take care of yourself, remember! You have one, you have no other.

I have a great-grandmother who worked as a teacher at school all his life. At the time of the described event, she was 92 years old (And now she is alive and fully fit! Always tight, careful, with a manicure. Beyond her face...

I was recently in the theatre. In the entrance, an old lady approaches me - gray, without teeth, with a barrel - and says: "Hello, Polina Abramovna! How pleased to see you!” I could not figure out who it was. It was my student, you know? ! to

There was a family party recently, we talked about everything. We talked, as is the case, about young people. Moth now young people drink as not to themselves, not even rotting, but in our time...

What grandfather skeptically removed his glasses and reminded his father how he came home in the first class in the new year and under the fight of curants began to pour vodka into a cup of tea. The overwhelmed grandfather had stretched out his hand to pick up the bottle, and his father struck it.

People are divided into two categories: some are able to survive, others are able to live!

Kenyan runner Abel Mutai was just a few feet from the finish, but confused the finish with the signs and stopped thinking he had finished the race.

The Spanish runner, Ivan Fernandez, stood behind him and, realizing what was going on, began screaming at the Kenyan to keep running. Mutai did not know Spanish and did not understand it. Understanding what was happening, Fernandez pushed Mutai to victory.

The journalist asked Ivan:

Elman Pashaev offered the authorities of Armenia for 11 million rubles to settle the conflict in Nagorno-Karabakh.

XXX is reminded. Afternoon call (right after lunch), the bomb in the collector went to a different world. They came, they were awful, wearing anti-gases, descended, the young employee somehow sharply increased anti-gas, and pasta appeared in the windows, it was a shit.

Why the anti-gas? They do not protect them.

Zzz: So that the macarons do not run far.

I met a single girl at work. That, the fifth, the tenth, came from the village, 20 km from the city. He lives in the city and goes to the village for a weekend with his parents.

Somewhere for a month "talk" and she invites to her village at a disco for the weekend. The night was decided by her friend.

I had a floating weekend and a non-normalized working day did not coincide with her schedule.

I got rid of all the worries closer to the night my phone to this was stuck with missed calls and text messages from the girl.

When I call you, I’ll call a taxi and go overnight.

Somewhere after half an hour arriving at the place, the taxi driver brought him straight to the club, called the girl again. A few minutes later, she painted before entering the club with her friends. It's a little sluggish, it's not acceptable to go to the club sober.

There was a small group of local people at the entrance. Looking at us with interest.

While I was talking to a friend, the group went out together somewhere at night. Here it would be to think about, but as they say hormones, youth, sometimes in general)

I went to the club and it didn’t take 5 minutes as my friend someone called and she went out.

In a few minutes, he comes in a quick step to me.

"We need to go away urgently, my former half-city has gathered, they will beat you."

Already on the street, I saw a crowd moving towards the club visually increasing as it approached. The lights stood on the way to the club on all the pillars, which is rare.

Someone from the crowd shouted, “Here he is, catch him!” The trousers were filled with bricks.

The only thing a girlfriend could offer was to run to the track and catch up on some sidewalk.

And I broke.

By feeling, I passed all school norms on running and confidently went to the master of sports.

Now, after time, it looks funny to me) But then I wasn’t laughing.

I was rescued by a taxi driver. He landed somebody and I just ran ahead of him at that moment.

The taxi driver, seeing me carrying with shaken eyes and the crowd behind me, instantly opened the door of the car and immediately sat down for the wheel.

When I got into the car, in a fraction of a second, I locked all the doors and shouted to the taxi driver, “Hunt you!

Two times it did not have to repeat, the taxi driver drowned from the place.

There were screams, threats and threats behind us.

I did not go to the village with her anymore.

I am now at a stop. There is a drunkard nearby. A girl passes by and leads a German Shepherd and a Spitz on the lead. The guy asks her:

and E! And what if your shepherd is this little dog you #bet?

The Virgin answered:

Your brother is born. The same incomprehensible pitch will work out.



and left.

In the line at the box, Magnet. My son and I (4 years old). In front of us in the line a guy rocks the phone and cries out loudly, "Fuck me!"

My son pulls my hand: Daddy, is this uncle stupid?

I: Why do you think he’s stupid?

Son: He says bad words that cannot be said!

The line is listening, I explain that uncle is just upset, and the words are not bad, ordinary.

Son: No, such words cannot be said! If he was upset, he could say something else.

I: Which of them, for example?

My son, for instance, is your son.

Sometimes a small adventure can raise the mood for a long time.

I am going home from building today.

Road without congestion 350 km

Somewhere about 3 days realized that "hunger is not a aunt" and went to the car park.

In the mask (naturally)

A few people - a pair of middle-aged businessmen in cravates, a couple of long-haul drivers (like Romanians or Bulgarians), a family couple of pensioners, a mom with a son aged 10-11, a decent look of a Negro and a sinful self (in the sense of me).

The actors are mother (M) and child (R).

R is black.

M cannot say so.

R is why?

M is offensive to him.

R is OK

Pause

R is me?

M – What are you?

R – What color am I?

M is white

Is R insulting too?

M is no.

R is why?

M – what “why? “?

Why is black insulting and white not?

Because they were oppressed before.

R – Who oppressed?

M is white.

Pause

R for a long time?

M is long ago. “?

R is oppressed.

M for a long time.

R – But do they remember?

Who “remembers”? “?

Are they... black?

M – You shouldn’t call them so.

Because it is “insulting”?

M is yes.

Pause

R – Do you remember that?

M is remembered.

R – What do you remember?

They were oppressed.

R is OK

Pause

Which color is not offensive?

M - red, blue, purple, white

Is black insulting?

M - Yes

R is black.

M is yes.

Pause

R and why?

M is so. He is not entirely black.

Everyone in the cafeteria, including the Negro, began to whisper, restraining laughter.

R and what?

The table is black, but it’s not that.

R is brown.

M – No, I can’t say that. The brown Nazis

R – Who is it?

They are bad Germans.

R – What did they do?

They oppressed the blacks. Not the black ones, but those.

The people in the hall start to shout with enthusiasm (including the Negro)

Are the Nazis bad?

M is yes.

R – But are they brown? How... this one?

M - No, they are white, but brown

R is white, but brown.

M is the color of their party.

R – What color of the party... this?

M – I don’t know. Maybe it is green.

R – Is it green?

No, of course he is black.

Here the hall begins to run out of laughter (including the Negro)

I mean, it is not black, but...

R is a Nazi?

M is NO!

People are already crawling on the floor (including blacks)

R – How to call it?

M is just a “man.”

R – I am also a man.

M and he too.

R is OK

Pause

R – How is it called?

M is.... The African

R is why? Did he come from Africa?

M - Yes

Negro (in beautiful German, but suffocating from laughter) - I was born here!

Pause

R is a mom? He was born here

People are already fighting.

And then he is European.

R is called so.

M is called by name.

R – What is his name?

M - I don't know

R – Ask me.

M ask yourself.

R (black) is not black, but what is your name?

The Negro - Julian

R (shockingly) - Mom, his name is Julian. Chinese in our class. The Chinese are insulting too.

M is NO!

R is why?

M I don’t know.

I’ll ask my grandfather tonight.

Yes, your grandfather will answer you!

I could no longer withstand.

went out.

The Negro also came out.

God, how we roasted with him outside.

xxx: Announcement of some new Swedish thriller (which is unlikely to reach hands):



“A sophisticated and intelligent killer, dissatisfied with the fact that the newspapers and television talk only about stupid reality show stars and internet celebrities, forces his famous and wealthy victims to answer questions from the school program, in case of failure – kills.”



XXX: I would have sent him donat, honestly.

The most strenuous thing when you think - what we are poor, I carry for my brother, or neighbors, Mom, Daddy don't buy anything, I don't give for ice cream cakes, for potatoes every week to grandmother ride on two buses to the village, work forever, help something...

And when you get thirty and you realize that you have already survived your father for three years, you suddenly realize what kind of child was then, how much your parents survived, so that you, ungrateful, grew up as a non-drinking, uncompromising man, received education and upbringing and all. And all - you are sitting on your ass with your softness and you are like a thunder, because there is no one to thank, no one to talk to as a man with a man...