As a child, I was often punished, mostly for poor education. Most often the punishment was reduced to the fact that my parents took something valuable from me, such as a console or a computer. I think for many people the situation is familiar. I remembered a few moments from that time, I want to share with you:





One day, I was removed from my computer’s electric cable. Of course the punishment is tough, but very soon I figured out that the cable from the printer is absolutely the same. He turned off the speaker in the system and played at night without sound when everyone was asleep. One day I was stabbed during a game, and I was a lot crazy.



2) When I had the first Internet dialect I discovered for myself MMO games, namely Lineage 2. Sitting during the day with an hourly payment was expensive, so we bought a ROL 300 card and could play peacefully from 2am to 8am. But I was of course not enough time, especially if I was planning a raid on the boss. Therefore, from 8 in the morning, I was already on the network through the expensive Volga Telecom. And in a month, a small amount of something like 500 rubles went on. For comparison, for 500 rubles in a computer club you could buy 10 nights and not get out of there for a third of a month. A solid money at the time, especially for the child. For a while I was hiding the receipt to pull off the pistols, but as you know, the hour of payment has come. I was long and colorfully, and then in front of my eyes solemnly cut off the phone cable from the modem. In the evening of the same day, I wrapped both ends of the cable with a lighter, cleaned them and made hooks on both sides. To access the internet, I simply connected the cable with hooks, and then disconnected them so that parents couldn’t see. The scheme was successful, nobody knew that I was using the Internet so only at the end of the month again came the account, to remember scary )))



3) Played a lot of seagues on a small video pair in his room. After the parental gathering, the parents took the control of the TV. I don’t remember all the nuances, but you could watch TV without the controller, but you couldn’t turn on the seaga or watch a video tape. In general, I just took the controller from the TV in the neighboring room – they turned out to be compatible. Then I got caught and hid all the controls from me. I took the controller from a friend, turned on the default console mode and took the controller back. Now it was enough to turn on the TV and you could play. My parents soon noticed this trick. They set up something like a child mode, buttons on the TV itself stopped working, and a four-digit password was asked when it was turned on. I couldn’t play anymore, but I found a way to look at the sight. The fact is that it was not a regular TV, but a video pair (view + TV, two in one) and if you insert a cassette there, the TV automatically turned on and the playback began. There were a number of restrictions - the tape can not be wrapped, you can not add sound, put on a pause, and to turn off, you need to pull the TV out of the socket. I removed the cassettes before watching a friend at the beginning, but how I pulled them out I can't remember exactly. In my opinion, after the end of the film, they moved to the beginning and automatically flung out. My parents burned me on the fact that when I switched off the TV from the socket - the time and date were broken))).



Even my electronic clock was hidden from me. They were trapped in a barnet with a code lock, the code from the barnet was two-digit. I picked up that code. I sat down and dumbly tried 1-1 - wrong, 1-2 - wrong, 1-3 - wrong until I found the right combination.



This is no longer about parents, but about the computer club. There was an app cover above the screw that allowed you to run the games, but it was impossible to get out to the desktop. Thus e. We saw the labels of the games and everything, nothing else could be done, protection from the scattering pen. And sometimes I wanted, for example, to watch a movie, wrestle music, or copy missing maps in Contra. In general, if you run the game Starcraft 1 and choose a card editor there, then you can actually open the wire and already through it to copy or run the necessary files.



6) We also had a phone "RUS" with a number identifier, the first thing I did - added to the blacklist the number of the class leader, he he he)))

I recently changed the sound of notifications on my phone. Now instead of the usual “day-day” I have “This is the turn!” of the robot.

So here.

I call a taxi to work. I sit in the car and go. Ironically, on one of the lights, a taxi driver turns to the left and I get a message. The taxi driver shocked me:

Is that what the navigator says? ! to

and yes. The castle sound.

At the next turn, he turns and looks at me with anticipation. and silence.

Why didn’t I say it now?

You turned too smoothly.

One familiar entrepreneur, was married, without children, then divorced, had a heavy divorce with a murder and an attempt to set fire to his apartment, which turns out to be impossible to share, since it was bought before marriage. While everything was stretched, the competitors did not sleep and ruined the business. Well, he did not cry, went to work and already at work met another woman, also divorced from the child, or rather she met him. They met, love-carrot and somewhere after three or four months began to live together in his apartment. They lived quietly, she resigned from work to do "their" son. “They” was what she said. He is a real father, and he is just a donor and a donor.



Well, they lived quietly until the moment when she came and said that she met the former on the street, did not approach him, just saw him on the street, but still "his heart crushed from memories and grief." That same evening, she called her ex and they decided to try it all over again. A child needs a father, not an uncle. She said she did decently. They had no sex with the ex, first she made the guy known, gathered things and left him. I did not cheat, in short.



The guy, of course, for some time cuddled, watched a video on this topic and decided to arrange a provocation in order to bring back the woman. I acted quite cleverly. Invited a girl model for money, took a few photos in a romantic posture and posted them on social networks. The trick was that he didn’t post photos on his page, but on a friend’s page. The photos were taken in such a way that as if this friend was photographing himself and the car, and the acquaintance pressing up with the model seemed to accidentally get into the frame.



The reaction was in the morning. A friend was called from the parking lot and told that the grandmother had thrown him a hammer. Three or four times hit the squad well, until her guard shot down in a jump, like a rugby player. Everyone came and wrote papers.



The result. Everyone considers him a goat and a donkey for forcing a woman to pay for her own ugly behavior and betrayal. A real man would repair, and not write on a woman, like rats, papers for mints. But here is the woman herself, that he is a fool and could not wait and endure until she passed through a crisis and a difficult time. Now she doesn’t even know what he has to do if he wants to get her back with “their” son.

From the World of Ultimate Online:



The first episode.

He took the kirka and went into the mine to dig the ore with all the nubes. Well, the rubber is digging, everyone is discussing something. A few hours and you have a stack of ore. You rush to the market to sell it. You get up in the middle and say, "I will sell the ore for so much." Here runs a comrade, all in glowing armor on a two-legged mountain. He says, “I’ll buy it, let’s go out for that house.” You go out of the main square to the barracks, he throws you the exchange, you put all the ore in the barracks, and he cancels the purchase, and you lack the strength or volume of your bags (I don’t remember exactly what) and the ore falls on the floor. With a sound like that, be careful. And the guy has everything prepared, there is a free place, and he catches it, calls his maun and gases. And you run after him on your two, in some brown barbecue in this marketplace and shout, “Give it back, shit! “” The guy jumps into the teleport and reminds me of what they called. Just like in life...



The second episode.

You are digging the mine in the cave again. Here, the same shit runs into the cave, spells to the exit of the wall, and says, "Rude to the floor." Everyone is throwing the mine. Sometimes the shurches try to teleport, but the PCshnik already has a shot she hits the cast, and then the head off the shoulders.



Episode Third.

I finally got on a horse. I agreed to go crawl. Go to the cave. You are like a king on a horse. In the cave to dig boring, decided to shake the hand. You get up in a stand, you start fighting, and here your horse sees this mess, and attacks the opponent. Your former associate runs across the cave from the horse and cries, “Calm the horse! “You don’t even know how to do it. In the end, the horse kills the unhappy. And you, well, what do you do, pick up the mine from his body and go to the market. We will bring friends. =) is

I don’t understand the guys who pay “ladies” to be humiliated. Man, just get married and fold the towel wrong.

It is not the leader who governs the law, but the one who governs according to the law.

(The Indian Wisdom of the People)

One of the restaurants of the fashionable Paris hotel lost its generous regular customer because of the excessive politeness of the waitress. The fact is that this client has been eating with the same companion for many years, but once came without her in the company of several men and women. The waitress polently asked about the health of the missing friend, after which one of the women grabbed the client's cheek, presenting himself as his wife.

And somewhere in the parallel world, an athlete from Monaco, who moved to a permanent residence in Volgograd, is now making amendments to the constitution of the Principality of Monaco.

The story from the network from the girl: "I have a weak vision. Once I was on the bus, and my eyes fell on a guy with a red cat he was constantly kissing in the lobby. My affection had not ended until I looked up and saw that he had a Cheburek in his hands."

If a woman says she needs a strong man’s hand, believe me, she doesn’t mean a hand at all.

The Ideal Wife

(The story is long but IMHO worth reading)

I decided to study the lives of doctors, so to speak, from the inside, as they study us through their fibro and gastro scops. I agreed with good acquaintances, I came up with the reason - I said I need to be able, if anything, to provide first aid, well there to cut up appendicitis, to give birth or to transplant the kidney, because around the desert or the sea and help to wait from nowhere. I didn’t care about three boxes.

- Okay - agreed my acquaintances - if you want - roll. Do not complain afterwards.

I was placed in the best brigade.
I waited for the first departure as a revelation, I thought everything might and I would agree on something and even save someone. Here is the team:

The sixth brigade is out.

The sixth brigade is me.
The Fieldsman arrived. The doctor climbed.

What there?
Someone is dying. Theft of 17.
A. Then I’ll go for a coffee.
The patient is dying!
“Well, yes,” the doctor agreed, “as long as we get there, he will still die. Or survive on its own. All from God...

And of course, he went to drink his coffee.
What am I for...?
It is I to the fact that all doctors are not very romantic. They are realistic. And the cynics. Professional is...
We finally gathered and went.
Not in a hurry.

- At the kiosk slowdown - asked the doctor - I will buy a cigarette. is finished.
have slowed.
Why are we so slow? he asked.
I’m not in a hurry to get it. – I’m not in a hurry to get it. Whoever dies there, Alkas dies there. The main thing is not to die, it will survive everyone. And you and I... We are all these addresses like five fingers. We know, there were...

And surely, we met Alkas - such a buzz for the deceased.

Where are you...? Why are you so long? They ride... And the man, the proletariat, to die, right?
Better to die! The proletarian’s wife cried, “Doctor, let him sleep.” Absolutely!
He doesn’t want me to fall asleep, he must save me. Reply to Alcatraz.
Infantile like a satiated piton, the doctor put something in there, gave something to eat and something to drink.
All right, we went.

And we went.
Then there were other addresses and there were dying and dying and all this daily, without screams – “He leaves us,” not like in the series. Everything is boring, until the end.
“He’s leaving us,” I heard from the doctors only once when they talked about the deputy chief physician. And they added, “Finally!” and “It’s time.”
I am all about what? Oh yes... about the wife... Let’s get to the wife...

Soon I got used to it. And I am used to. And I was already forced to drag cartridges and hold and turn patients and even give some ampoules there. And I was no longer rattled by the sight of blood, and I didn’t squeeze my nose by the smells. of different. Because the disease is a thing, first of all, low appetite - blood, rot, heavy spirit, caprizes, threats and tears of relatives.
The grief.
Why doctors with experience – like turtles in armor – are impenetrable. Nothing is!

Was he dead?
Apparently yes.
Okay, set the time. And ampoules gather... Condolences... We’ve dried up here with you...

And then - sitting in the car - next to the deceased broken as if he was scrolled through a meat-cutter, and they crack white. And they say:

Meat not roasted, raw meat.
– Aha...

Everything is on the drum.
Even though they sometimes break them...
This is about the perfect wife.
There was a challenge to the area built by the private sector, where the hell of the foot... But the driver was driving confidently - ambulance drivers know every hole in any hole.
We go. This time quickly - it can be seen that the brigade knew nothing about this address. The driver even turned on the mirror.

To the right, to the left, under the brick. They arrived.
Small, in three windows house, cash, wooden fence. A man stands next to the fence. Years of Seventy. He drove to us like a parent, barely lying under the car.

Soon, he is dying!

pulled into the house.
The house is cleaned and half dismantled.

There and there!

I pulled over the fence.
Behind the door is a bed. A woman in bed. I see a wife.

What about her?
He is dying! It was bad in the morning, and now.

The woman was lying upright, with her eyes closed with her hands on her chest, and it was not even clear whether she was breathing or not.
The doctor nodded the fieldcher. He opened the bag.
And by the way the doctor sneezed, the doctor understood everything. And I understood. On the side – yes, you can’t understand, but I’ve already travelled with them and learned to read between the lines. There was nothing to do here, no ambulance or any help at all.

So what...? How... Will she live? asked the man.

Although she did not live anymore.
The doctor measured the pressure, listened to something in the phonendoscope. In order to purify conscience.

Do you hear me? he asked. And louder than E!

He shook and shook the sick.
No any reactions. The patient did not see, hear, or feel anything. She was no longer here. She was already there.
But before she was released, the doctor had to perform a series of manipulations designed to hold the deceased in this world for another twenty minutes.
Feldscher put something in the vein. I put something under the skin.

Reply to! Do you hear me?

But the patient didn’t even squeeze. Even after the cubes.
All...
The doctor relaxed. He no longer obstructed. He did everything he could, according to the instructions of Minzrav. Now he could wash his hands.

Give me a towel.
The man did not understand.
The doctor repeated.
The man began to look at him confusedly. – The towel? Yes is? I don’t know where... right now.

I turned to my wife. The dead.

Masha, Masha, where are our towels? and? Where is the towel? The doctor asks.

The doctor looked at the man.

and Masha. Say to Masha!

The doctor murmured for the fieldsher to prepare a syringe with a sedative. And I probably thought that I would have to call a psychic brigade and maybe even tie a man’s sleeve.

Ma asha!

And here, something like this happened – unimaginable, because the woman moved, breathed and opened her eyes.

Where are the towels? he asked.
- There! replied the dead woman - In the closet - and pointed her finger.

The doctor lost his jaw.
Fellows had an ampoule.
She closed her eyes and froze.

The Spritz! The Doctor – Three cubics! Two cubes! And yet...

Do you hear me?
The woman heard nothing.

- Hey, open your eyes! asked the doctor, shaking the dead patient by the shoulder. And quite rude.

She was lying in an untouched bed. With hands on the chest.
I put three cubes. and two more.

Do you hear me? Do you hear?

No to fuck! My grandmother gave no signs of life. None of any.
Grandma is dead.
Felder stumbled with a syringe in his hand. The doctor nodded his head. Feldscher dropped the syringe.
My husband came out because of the fence. Without a towel.

I didn’t find it, he blamed his hands.
“No need for a towel,” the doctor replied, getting up and going away.
I didn’t find a towel. It is not in the closet.

The woman shrugged, and breathed. and opened her eyes.
The doctor sat.
The Fieldsman too.
The woman overwhelmed everyone with a meaningless, outsider look.

- Masha, there is no towel there, - complained the husband, - I was looking.

The patient’s eyes were sensitive.

Look at the upper shelf, under the shelf.
A, under the floor. Okay to see.

My husband left the barrier.

The doctor whispered.
to you?
No... to her!

I have seen all this! I was there! I am under oath.

The doctor exhales. – At the end!

He added something about the cubes and shouted:

Oh you, how you are there... Yeah, you! Go here! and faster!

My husband came.
Without a towel.

- You, ask her, said the doctor, feeling uncomfortable under his coat, because he felt like a complete idiot, - Ask her, how does she feel?
My husband cried.

– Masha... Masha... The doctor asks how you feel?

The doctor looked at the dead woman. The look of an intrigued pathologist who just opened the deceased and found something there that should not be. Something too much.

and Masha. by Masha! Masha is!

Hm...
And again, from somewhere out of the abyss, from the darkness of that light, from the very bottom, the woman went to her husband's call and, clinging and clinging to his voice, went out, submerged, returned. and asked:

What are you?
The doctor asks, how are you feeling?

The doctor smiled badly.

I... thank you... yes... better.
Did you find the towel?
and no.
Sorry Doctor, I am so helpless. I am now, I am...
to lie! The doctor rattled.

Because, suddenly, I believed that this dead woman would be able to get up and go beyond the fence, and get on the table and break the laundry to find and bring him a towel and still on the hands to pour!

I have to, my husband suggested.
and back!
The towel...
What kind of towel? I don’t need a towel, I don’t need a towel. Talk to her.
About what?
I do not know! about anything. Speak to! Since you are... - the doctor could not even pick up the right words, - Talk!

And I thought of myself about the puffy beast and the fact that medicine here is definitely powerless. In a different, unusual context.
And the deceased woman, only now realizing the medical brigade located near her, began to swing over the blanket with her fingers and worriedly asked:

You drink tea, you drink it.
Where is the sugar, where is the sugar?
There, in the buffet, on the middle shelf.

And the doctor said:

And so on! and so on, your mother!

Because when we don’t know what to say, from the excess of feelings, we always say so.
And he said to the Feldscher, hopelessly shaking his hand:

Call the resuscitation brigade. and fast! He warned them to take him to the hospital.
to whom?
The husband!
Look at the Fellowship.
As a defibrillator.

Then, in the car, the doctor remained silent for a long time, putting his fists in his beard, and then breathed:

I have never been jealous of patients. In general never. I envy that. In the black! He doesn’t even know where sugar is.

What a woman I caught! What... The perfect!
He silenced again. and Finally. He probably remembered his wife. All four of them were divorced.
And here I agree with him, of course. Luckily the man. What yes, then yes! But maybe there was something...
I did not ride with that brigade anymore.
I did not ride at all.
Enough...

by Andrey

Here you are lying on the couch and you do not do the niqab, and Isinbayeva has flown to Monaco and is writing the Constitution for you, thief!

I was about 12 or so. I was very interested in strategies such as AOEIII and Rome: Total War. Sometimes at night I sat on vacation, and then slept until two o'clock in the day)) (And what a sin to hide, even now sometimes I can hang on for a couple of days, then let go) Mom's son from the games to distract tried many times, but something did not work out in her very. And then it came to her mind the idea of my motivation: to bet with me, for a dispute shorter to take. Under the terms of the contract, I had to spend 3 summer months without a computer (totally), and she will give me 10,000 rubles in exchange for what I would like. Tom was cut off. I gathered all my will in my fist and spent the whole summer wandering through the streets and making plans for a bright future with ten carpenters in my pocket.



I think everyone knows that my mom didn’t give me any money. No, it’s not that they didn’t exist. The fact is that "We spent a lot on you and so for this summer, here is the jacket, shoes you new for the winter took, the writing table put to school and generally where do you so much?!?!It is 111.

In objection, “I have, but we have agreed!“I was called ungrateful. No, not so though. “I am not grateful, you are bad!” At that moment I stopped believing her words.

From the discussion of child psychological trauma:



xxx: So my younger brother was accused of calling the line, having sex on the phone and talking about two average salaries, though he didn’t call.

YYY: Did you call?

xxx: yes

I work in a furniture salon. Once there came a man, such a funny, simple. Well, I think I will be with him easily and unforced. I chose the bed.

He gave him a bed with a lifting mechanism. And then I am, man.

I: this bed with extra storage space is quite spacious and stylish. Between us: "in her and the mistress, in case, can be extinguished!"

M: I see it! That’s why my wife sent me here.

Both thought

I went to a local supermarket. I am standing, waiting for the seller at the confectionery. Near a dense man with a basket of foods in his hand, something carefully looking at the tables with boxes of hanging cookies. He puts his basket on the floor and slowly bypasses one table, the other. Around the next table, stumbling on his basket and evil: "Who put!“On the side of the look. Then he looks into the basket. He quietly leaned, quietly lifted, quietly left.

When I was nine or ten, my mom gave me a girl’s diary. I explained that I can write everything I want and nobody will know. It contained both various thematic sections that could be filled out and simply spread pages. Overall, the diary didn’t really interest me, but on one of these varied twists I wanted to write my impressions of a trip to a neighboring city – for me this was the first trip up to 400km!



In short, I wrote what I wanted and put a diary on the shelf. Some time later, my mom at breakfast told me how good I am and how well she wrote a story in her diary. I didn’t want to write anything personal anywhere. Even as a daily newspaper, I use the program on my phone.

I sat next to a girl on the road today. A little later, my grandmother came in and sat in front of us. The girl took the smartphone, put it in front of herself, and the grandmother says:

Remove the phone.

Why this? The girl asked.

You are blaming me!

Why are you ticking me? The girl was upset.

I understood it for a long time and said to my grandmother:

Let’s change places.

How about you? My grandmother asked.

I am strong, I can withstand it.

We moved, the girl continued to radiate, this time me, and the grandmother looked at me with gratitude and compassion.

Being a hero is not difficult.

We live in a world of predicted future. Only it is completely different. I remembered the movie “A Guest from the Future” and the book “A Hundred Years Ahead.” There is a boy, Cole, who from the sixties or seventies goes a hundred years ahead and is shocked when his grandfather passes by on a circus one-wheel bike. Because it is wild and incomprehensible. And I remembered this episode, when a bearded hipster passed by me on a gyroscooter.

Not further than yesterday or yesterday, a friend (and I with him) experienced something. On Friday he was announced oncology, on Saturday morning on the basis of tests established that she is not. This was on Monday morning so that no one would be worried.