I remember a case: I decided to terminate the insurance agreement of the OGBO (compulsory car driver insurance). With these thoughts, he walked past the insurance company on foot, that day was without a car, and decided to go to them.

I say, say, so and so, I want to dissolve, without explaining the reasons. I am asked to provide the original insurance. I answer them that you are not with you, go far away, maybe you will dissolve it? No, a girl answers me, I can’t.

I ask, on the basis of what can not? I am given some document with the rules of registration and termination of insurance policies, I decided from the availability of time to read and then the eye stuck for the item about duplicates. And I was obscured: say, I ask a girl, and how much does the duplicate cost? It is free, they say. How long to do it? At ten, I heard the answer. Well, then let’s make a duplicate for me, because I “lost” the policy, and then we will cancel it.

The girl looked at me, but eventually we arranged a duplicate and dissolved it.

In the taxi:

It is funny, girl! I immediately stood by him) from you, he says, so delicious smells! cognac, tobacco and leather.



What? what? Did I hear it now?! to

With Cognac? I do not drink.

The tobacco? I do not smoke.

The skin? What? what? The skin?! to

Some maniacs



I come home. And here it touched me.

I go to the net to read about my perfume.

Nots of the mandarine, tail of the dragon, blabla.



“In the slide, wooden notes, thick notes of expensive cognac, elite cigars and a rich smell of skin.”



A man how?! to

No is. Another question:

What do you do in a taxi?! to

Now with the girl got diplomas on the graduation of magistrates, both lawyers.

We took a taxi for delivery.

As soon as he sat in the car, clarified the address, near the campus of the university, the driver immediately asked:

Q: Are you going to get married?

I: No, I have a diploma.

Q: For whom did you study?

I: For the lawyers.

A: Oh, I also finished legal.

Uncomfortable pause

People are ready to kill for money, but no one is ready to die for them.

I like the memes about Natasha and the cats that are posted here on the site. It’s a joke for you, but it’s everyday reality for me. Now we have four cats and a cat: Basya, Zosia, Frosya, Lisa and Lexus. Yes to Lexus. We can afford it.) And not because we are collecting a collection of rare pests as it might seem. Our house in the village is far from the road. And the good people who throw the furious happiness under the door always start with us. I arranged gifts for relatives, friends, acquaintances and neighbors. Not everyone is able to distribute. These seem to be here forever. The list is always open.

It is impossible to leave such a farm for a long time. They are banal to no one to leave. Therefore, the seas and overseas are not suitable for us in principle. It did not hurt and I wanted. We have spent the last few years on vacation at the lake in the neighboring area. We take the whole band with us. We are fishing, they are safari.

At first I was afraid that someone might be lost. In any case, I bought and wore all the addresses. The fears were futile. The cats quickly mastered, explored the surroundings. They are not far from the camp. During the day they are not seen at all: who sleeps where. In the evening, the mafia gets out of their shelters. You need to have time to do a bunch of things: to break the kitchen in search of tastes, to smash dead mice, to hold a competition - who will climb higher on the pine and louder from there. You can even go out to pop up neighbors if someone is risky to stand next to us. And everyone considers it their duty several times a night to come to us in the tent, to dive into the masters, to make sure that the feeders are in place. I’m here, don’t worry, sleep peacefully. And at dawn they are filled in the tent with all the scorpion. You open your eyes, and your mouths are over you.
Natasha, are you sleeping? Natasha, get up, we want to eat!
I am not Natasha at all. But who cares.

“I have a bad feeling before the second wave of the coronavirus.
Why is?
“Putin said of the historic chance to dramatically solve the housing issue of the Russians.

I leave the store near the residential house, approach my car (a very common brand and model now) and watch a man standing near the driver’s door and actively trying to open it, pulling a pen. I stood by for half a minute, watching his unsuccessful torture. I decided that the man was drunk or not adequate - I approached the door, demonstrately opened the door from the bridge (the stationary TV without sound opens / closes) and watched his reaction.

The man looked at me with red, swollen eyes, then at the car, again at me, at his keys in his hand, and then at the same car standing at 15 meters. Everything was understandable without words))) The man apologized, said at work they were stunned, had to work for a day without rest... the head doesn't boil at all.

We discussed the advantages and disadvantages of the car. I recommend that you take the subway better.

I opened the trunk, removed a pack of foods there and took the cloth and went to wipe the front (all this during a conversation with the worker). A man approaches the trunk, throws his wallet there, closes the trunk, looks at me:

Probably better on the subway.

He opens the trunk, takes his wallet and goes away after saying goodbye.

Events somewhere in 2008.

Bus, morning, winter and trip to work. I go. Drunk from the night, the comrade chose me as a target for the conflict. A healthy man, fixed, of course, through the swimsuit, it is not visible how fiery or sporty he is there, but the width of the shoulders is envious. It is all about morbidity. I’m not conflicting, I always thought the best fight was the one that didn’t happen.

So the escalation of the conflict is reaching its maximum, and straight now, straight here will begin. I wonder why I’m in the bus. I say:

- Let's go out, let's talk, - and I am already pretending - I have not been in a trauma for a long time, now it will be repeated...

The stop, the doors open, the fighting alcohol athlete jumps out on the street, I take a step toward the door, but... the door in front of my nose clamps, the guard gives on the gases. I look back at the driver, and he, through the noise of the engine, says:

You ought to.

A young man, a man, or I would have gone out stupidly, and there already, with my then combat experience.

7 to 8 years. The holidays, all as planned: taken to my grandmother to host. There lived a wonderful friend in the neighborhood, Daria, to whom I could come and play in her yard (private house).

One day a large company of friends gathered with Darya and I turned out to be the smallest.

After dating and a couple of games, the company decided it would be a great idea to lock me in the summer kitchen. Somehow they dragged me there and closed the door on the other side, and they laughed and walked away from the kitchen.



I didn’t look inside. There were unnecessary things, tools, bags, etc.

I came across a familiar thing – the cochlear :)

My grandmother and grandfather called me a little cockerel because I loved to melt the furnace and drill the coal.



I take this heavy straw, I approach the door, I close my eyes and like a heracle on it!! It was half-glass... A characteristic “crust” broke out. Fortunately, they ran as cute, because further in the plans I had windows... opened the remains of the door, I went out and headed to the exit from the courtyard.



After that, my relatives were “written out a check” for the broken door, but they seemed to refuse to pay, because I explained the situation. We were no longer friends.

In a fairy tale, good triumphs over evil, but in life, evil triumphs over other evil and becomes good.



© Police

There have been many stories about how people in different ways get rid of obsessive telephone advertising. Someone puts music on the ringtone, someone offers some services, such as a herbalife, someone begins to whisper or whisper in the bell. I will tell my story. No, I didn’t come up with a new clever way to anger another advertiser, I was one of them. If in the middle of the 2000s you heard in the tube something like "Nikolai Nikolaevich, this is the company of Guta-insurance and I have a unique offer for you", then it was me or someone of my colleagues. I went to this job immediately after school, not being able to enter the institute. One day I called one of the clients from the calling list, and in response I heard a request to wait. Apparently, I called the university teacher before the lecture. After putting the phone on the headquarters, he began this same lecture. As far as I can remember, he looked at medieval literature. I was telling something about the heroic Roland, about Kuchulin and his uncle Conchobar, about the glorious Sid, about manstrels and jonglers... All this was so interesting that I, having forgotten the time, cared about the calling plan, according to which I had to get sixty clients a day, listened to his monotonous speech. After the lecture, he looked at the screen of the phone and, apparently, surprised to find that the call was not replied, took the phone.
Well, young man, was you interested? Here are your suggestions...
No, I was very interested! Then we had an interesting dialogue about the literature of the ancient centuries, during which I asked him with enthusiasm about all kinds of knights, menastrials, albums, servants... I called him in February, and in the summer of the same year I filed documents to the Faculty of Philology of the Moscow University. After graduating in 2011, I went on the scientific line, and for 7 years I taught literature of the Middle Ages and the Renaissance at one of the capital universities and, despite a small salary, I am crazyly passionate about my work.

They endured when they were captured and sold as slaves, although slaves from other regions were sometimes simply afraid to import.
They suffered when they were exploited on plantations.
They suffered when they were released, but treated them as second-class people.
They suffered when they were hunted by the Ku Klux Klan.
And here, when they were made truly equal people, when they are not whispered by a supervisor, when the Ku Klux Klan is not hunted, their patience finally broke out and they took up the weapons...

xxx: Anyone interested in the opinions of girls from tic electric?

YYY: Guys from TIK TOK, lead.

zzz: Tycoon guys are interested in Tycoon guys.

I was driving here with my son, in the car (little 11 years old) and seemingly nothing predicted, but here is the same question:

Q: Dad, and children are only for sex?

I: In most cases yes (I didn’t talk about artificial insemination, because I wasn’t prepared)

C: Well then I want to upset you. You will not have grandchildren. At least from me.

I am :? ? to ? to And what happened?

C: My friends here showed me where people have sex. I don’t want to participate in such an abomination!

I agreed with the arguments, pushing the inner laughter. I’ll ask later, about grandchildren, maybe not all is lost yet.

Sometimes I wait for days in the factory as a mechanic. I have to go through the shop tonight and check it out. We meet with an electrician, who also goes around the territory. The first time we meet, we stand, we talk. The second time you go and think - well he's on her, as much as you can discuss one and the same, I'll go another way... Yesterday we met there, where neither he nor I needed to...

Sadly, when parents pass on your favorite toys to other children in order to please their tears, I don’t think about your feelings at all.



But there is another sadness – to promise to buy a toy and not to buy it. So for 3 years his father promised to buy a railroad, but instead he was given the world's smallest kamazik. Very small, the size of 2 flash boxes, probably the dumb cheapest.



I have not seen the railway for four or five years. He told this story to his girlfriend as an adult. And she gave me a railway at noon. I was crying inside then, I couldn’t rejoice (blin, now it got in the eye too).



In fact, I married her. My son is playing on the road. More precisely, we are together! and ;)

The Cold War is like peace, but the screams are measured every day.

Once the stories of transferring rights in the United States have gone, I will add my own. We sit with my husband in a row in New Jersey, wait for us to be called and talk quietly. Together sit two, say so, "brothers" young, pumped guys and talk loudly in Russian. They heard us and one is right away. “You don’t know,” he says to me, “how much it costs and who can be given that the exam would be put.” I did not even understand at first. "Well, to pay that would be issued without the exam, that would not pass it," he added, seeing that I am not scorned. “What to give,” I said, “can be in Russian, there is nothing to do, it is easy.” “Knees,” he shouted, “there the grandmother says it’s like hanging two fingers!” Well, I didn’t really say that, but everyone interprets as he understands. As a result, they went to the exam as if they were scared. We went out and met them again. I have never seen such pride. They just glowed and chanted their breasts, "We gave up!Same" It was probably the first time in their lives, so they were proud of themselves. Congratulations, there is always a starting point.

America will not lie: labor has turned the monkey into a man, and the social benefit has brought it back.

I’m 6 or 7 and I’m sitting in the toilet (where there’s a bathroom, a dishwasher and a washing machine) and crying. The grandmother comes:

What happened?

I put my toothbrush into the toilet. I am unconscious, wow.

Oh, nothing terrible though. Was it washed? Just wash it with soap and clean it.

No, I broke yours.

And further to the mountains, my grandmother immediately threw out the brush, and for a long time reminded me of my handshake. At that moment I understood about the arrow, although there was no such term yet.