Evgeny Roizman says:
In our country, when the Foundation was trying to defeat in 2012, UBOP came with special forces and television officers, used through the fence, stormed every one, got into the yard, watched, and there the gates were opened. It was uncomfortable, no, they rattled, went into the corps, built them all and asked, "Who wants to write a statement to the Foundation?"
And with them was a haishnik, he was specially taken so that he would break through our cars all for the subject of theft. And he rolls in the courtyard among the cars, smells, a ravenous such caught. And suddenly found one foreigner, clearly beat the robbery, rejoiced, flew into the corps and shouted to the UBOPovts: "I found it! I found!”
They jump out after him in the yard, he runs to the car and screams, “Here, this is in theft!”
They looked and said, “Listen, fool, not or, it’s we came on it.”

St. Petersburgers are so polite people that they will never call a person.
They’ll say, “At the present time, a film with your role could qualify for an Oscar.

Xxx: I agree that unfounded puzzles for a couple or close to that are nonsense and wild. But sometimes puzzles are needed, I understood it from the height of the years, and in school years it was offensive and threatened to drop out of the house. But what if the child creates a hernia and the words do not understand? Here I got on the idea of a friend in 2003 and we went down a few packs of sweaters in the magnet, on the second trip we were caught. They went to school and called their parents. And the houses were puzzles, because they had to sell a view in favor of a fine, only if everything did not end with the police. Or when I decided in the same year to light a newspaper on the balcony or burn a piece of curtain with a hair lacquer. When I was in fourth grade, I walked home and walked for 3 hours instead of 30 minutes. My grandmother went and searched. And in the fifth grade, my sister and I and half of the class went to smoking, and then the director burned them all and it was a grand family. The Assembly. And there was a lot of similar fiction that we did in those years, words did not help, because every time we wondered.

Once I came from school and watched my grandfather lubricated the screws on bars, I decided that I would help now, because why lubricate rust? What to turn off. When my grandfather brought them with pride, I saw the sweat on his forehead. Who knew that he hadn’t anointed them for this and that they had held the balls? I had never seen him run so fast and speak in one tongue.

And every such exit cost a belt on the ass. deservedly. And I am not upset about this, because without them I could continue to smoke or switch to other things, as it happened with some friends, some of whom are already fed with worms. I could not learn, go to school and become a no-one on my parents’ neck, at best.

The belt is offensive, but it was all about the matter and I did not break any connections with my mother because of it. And looking at children born after 2005, I understand that sometimes you need to wear a belt. Even if he just hangs in sight with a hint.

I am standing at the station and waiting for my electricity. Nearly comes and stops a 17-18-year-old boy who has columns of blues for all the music. From the singing I uncovered only one line: "There are so many fools in the world." The poor, apparently, does not suspect that the song is singing about him too...

We sit with our wife, look at "Why Women Kill", and there discuss that in marriage, the spouses often keep some secrets from each other, and because of this, relationships collapse. Here I ask her, joking, “What are you hiding from me? “” I have never seen her so red. She said she did not hide anything, but the question was just unexpected.

But something tells me that there are some secrets.

And only Putin heard the calls of Svetlana Alexievich to the Russians for help and brotherly threw the money of Lukashenko.

I read about one Russian grandmother abroad and remembered about another. Twenty years ago, we went to Fort Ross with an institute friend from Silicon Valley for an annual Live History Day – a performance organized by volunteers from the local historical community. A friend captured his retired mother, who was just staying with him, looking after a newly born son. We walk through the fort, look at the life of the Russian settlers, as it is seen by the current Americans, and stumble upon a bowl of peelings. The American, depicting a Russian housewife, in front of the eyes of a respectable public blends the paste, catches, makes peelmen, immediately cookes them and sells them for some money. A friend’s mother looks, looks, and then says, “Who’s doing so?” He approaches and begins to show how to stick properly. The American fell in admiration. Then it follows:
“Well, you guys, go, and I still have to show her how to mix the paste.
How will you explain? You are not in English...
Don’t be afraid, the hostess will understand without words.

We return in an hour. Before the bowl a long row, two friends barely have time to let go of the goods, they just walked away from us: say, no time, walk again. Sometimes later, the best friends now ended the pain and they, under the applause of grateful customers, turned the bench, making, according to the American, almost three times the revenue compared to last year. On the way home, the friend’s mother thanked us for a wonderful day and warned us that for the next weekend she will not be able to sit with her grandson, because she will go to her new friend to show how to cook shell and borsch!

A hot line on heating has been opened. Now everyone can call and find out why the line is hot and the battery is not in the apartment.

He had trouble communicating with the opposite sex. It’s hard to get to know other guys. I went for a long time and complained, but then I was lucky. I met, I asked, how did it go? He told history.



I decided to go to the girl, she liked it very much. I picked up the air in my chest, it wasn’t. I approach and say:

“Hello to you! My name is Andrew. “Do you not mind getting acquainted?”

“I have a boyfriend!” the girl replies.

My friend replied, “I too.

Nothing else came to my mind because of the nerves apparently)

When I realized that I was scratching, I fell into paint. The girl laughed and mocked. He said of the guy to cut off.

They live together for the second year. and so)

XX: All information is propaganda

yyy: What promotes the information that the sum of the squares of the catets is equal to the square of the hypothenus?

XXX: The superiority of the rectangular triangles over the rest!

Heal of Pythagoras!

When I was 20, I just got married and tried to do the farm, go there to cook and so on.

I went to the store and bought a stone. The living.

I wrapped it in paper, and I pulled it.

Just a few steps from the store passed, as he decided to free at any cost)

A bird flew out of my hands and the kajak crashed between the shoulder to a man who was three meters ahead.

He fell into the grass.

The man looked around and saw nothing suspicious. I naturally pretended nothing. It was a pity to cook it later.

xxx: I served in Germany in "The Smelling Village" ((

YYY: What was her name before you?

Russia stole from the United States the technology of hypersonic missiles along with production equipment, tools, personnel and the star-banded flag hanging in the workshop.

How Sber helped me during the coronavirus:
Asked for payment delay - signed a sentence! Decrease in income! Please confirm it differently! In four weeks - no, these are not the papers! In 3 weeks – and these are not the documents!!! In 3 weeks – and these are not the documents!!! And the bank considers a 30% drop in income different than you! In 4 weeks – by phone 88002008200 – EVIL A-A-A!!! You have exceeded the deadline for submitting documents. All you need to pay in 4 months!!! And now you have 18500r over all payments! Now we will give you a credit rating.
Now I paid ALL plus 18500r and remained a shit with a credit rating below the plinth. This is the help of Sber. I got it off – I leave there.

How many times to repeat? Not a wife, but a cousin.

In the guests therefore good that there can not come to you guests.

My grandmother 72, she was very active, began to learn English in the leisure, although everyone was joking about her. Two years ago she met a man of her years from Norway. He came to her once, but she did not introduce him to her family, afraid of ridicule. They got married a year later and she left. And yesterday they came to us: a sporty cute man, whom you will not even call an old man, a weight-loss, strapped, burning grandmother in jeans and a fashionable blouse, with a hairstyle, eyes shining, holding hands. He speaks English, learns Norwegian and travels. We sat for an hour and went to the museums. My mother and I were silent all day.

The logic professor goes down in the elevator, the elevator stops, the person who wants to enter asks:
Does the elevator go up or down?
The professor answers:
and yes.

In February I learned that my beloved, beloved, native man is deceiving me with a former passion. Since December. I climbed to the wall and confessed. I am a strong, independent person, but at that moment I was bombarded. I repelled, I regretted myself, for what, why, I am a fire girl, etc., etc. Angry, complaining, I decided to commit suicide. has decided. She took her dog, a tight necklace with a chain, i.e. a dog, and went into the forest. in the winter. Luckily, the forest is not far from the city, km 7-8, and the roads in the forest are curved. She came, parked the car, dropped a pebble and went to look for a pineapple, in order to get on a dog chain and run out. As she walked through the rocks, it was all so that the dog was going somewhere. I decided, I mean, I decided. The plan was this: I will rise up on the pine, my dog will lead people to my breathless body. Tears in the stream. But, as a result, I couldn't find socks, for which you can get caught up, or I can't get to them, and even scratches on the head. Instead of compassion, anger grew in me. But I’m a man who just doesn’t give up. I found a sucker, I went. The whole already shattered, red, sweaty, the jacket broke, the hand shattered, the chain to the hand blurred. And here comes my happy dog, all, shit, in the shit. in the wasteland. In the fresh. The smell is on the nearest forest. Destroyed from and before. Where he, blade, in the forest found a fresh, unfrozen bunch of shit, I only learned on the way back. Angry, fucking, I began to blaspheme the dog, that he will run after people, all in shit, smellful, people will shrink from him, no one will follow him, and I will hang up until the searching for Easter. Psycho and went back to the car. All the way home I stopped and, sorry, I was bored by the dog. We went in the winter with the windows open. Washing the dog, myself, the car salon, how it calmed down. The pain and resentment of course did not pass, but I realized that I am a normal girl, hands and legs have a head. I have work, I survive, I get sick. We were finally separated today. And I am happy. And this damned cow still asks for forgiveness and asks back.

Every day, after work, I wait for my wife for about an hour near the store where she works and then we go home together. One day, I came to meet her and sat down on the bench next to the store. At ten meters there is a playground where always a bunch of babies ride. I sit and just look, remembering my at that age and smiling. A police patrol car approaches the site, a woman approaches them and begins to emotionally tell by pointing her hand at me. They approach me with her and polently ask for papers and ask what I am doing here. I explain that my wife is working in this store and I am waiting for her working day to end, that would go home and what is the problem? I am sober, I do not smoke, I sit quietly on the bench and I do not touch anyone. It turns out that a call came from this woman that in the area of the playground is sitting an adult man and looking at the babies smiles ugly (it is literally), and most likely it is a pedophile who wants to rape children. She sees me for the third time in this place and is sure of this, as no normal man will sit and watch for children!!!! The police officer took my passport, entered the car, checked me at the base for convictions and other offences. I was crystal clear before the law. At this moment, a woman comes out of the store and comes to us. The police apologize, return their passports and leave. The woman also leaves with her child. I really stand as a defendant. All the mood is damned to the hell. I understand everything, vigilance above all, but this site is outside the residential house, children go there only with their parents, I fucking in six months I will be a grandfather and I am registered as a pedophile. In the evening I learned that this woman not only called the police, she also photographed me and placed in a local telegram the police channel as a presumed pedophile!!! Good from the channel my photo was removed promptly, but still many people saw it, including my acquaintances.