"If a mathematical statement is true at n = 1, and from its fairness at n = k follows its fairness at n = k + 1, then this statement is true at any n."
I remembered my own:
A year somewhere in 1989, I vote on the road, "PAZIK" stops, in the bus there are three aunts with theodolites on their three legs (such geodesic devices).
I sit behind them, the bus is touched, one of the aunts asks the others, "Tomorrow certification, don't you remember how the second creed of the theodolite sounds?"
Those press on their shoulders - say no, we don't know, and I say loudly on the machine: "The eccentricity of the alidad circle should not exceed the double difference on the winner."
I had to see those four pairs of eyes along with the drivers who stood on me, driving almost off the road.
It was the only beliberda in my head that remained from technoculov geodesy a decade ago.

Who are you by nationality?
Why are you asking?
I would say it immediately!

To climb the career ladder, many descend on the moral ladder.

The hat

The story of my friend Marat, who has been thirty years old, as he moved from his Tatar village to Moscow. Further from his face:

...A year and a half ago, I came to a bat in the village for a couple of days.
On the first evening, he pulled out and got his most, most, most favorite knife.

(Oh, it must be said that Marat is an avid knife man, he has eighty pieces of them in his collection, no less. Well, loves a man, that’s the matter.

At first I dreamed of him for a long time, then I decided and started saving money. I spent a long time spending, accumulating, waiting for a discount and finally ordering a friend who was flying to the United States. For somebody can nothing special, the knife - like a knife, well, beautiful, well, steel is good, claps pleasantly, no more, and my soul warms. I confess that the first days I even put it under the pillow to get in the dark at night and “click” a couple of times. You do not understand. Yes, I’m a maniac, I know and I’m not proud of that.
So, I had to cut off a bitch. My father went out, began to look for scissors, and I pulled him out of his wide pants.
Dad stretched out his hand, asked to look, put on his glasses, scratched his scratch finger, said, "Oh, what a beautiful guy" and added - "Maratek, son, maybe you will give a bat a knife. and? I’ve never seen anything like that, but you’ll buy it in Moscow.”

Here I thought strongly – it was a serious choice, just not a choice, but a blow to the breath. On the one hand, his father is seventy-eight, his mother has buried him, he lives here alone, he is bored.
Well, what happiness has he in life, and how much he has left? If I refuse, I will never forgive myself again.
On the other hand, I could not say the price of the knife either, or he would go crazy if he found out that his son bought himself a folded knife for one hundred and ten thousand rubles. I bought it for a whole year, I refused a lot.
But there was nothing to do and I, with almost no shaking hand, stretched out my knife and lied that I was not sorry at all, I would still buy.

Since then, a year and a half has passed and here, recently, I finally went out to see the old man, and at the same time with my "sweep" to see.
I arrived late in the evening, didn’t even have time to wash my hands from the road, hugged my bat and asked, “How does your American knife live there?”
My father cleverly blinked to me and quietly sat behind my mother’s treadmill, ordered me to squeeze and knocked something on my head. I open my eyes – I see myself in the mirror in some foolish peach hat.
Here is, says, wear, marathon, for health:
Do you like? And the size, I guessed. This is great, enough for a lifetime.
I like it (I like it)
Well, well, you will be there in Moscow the most fashionable and the head will not freeze. How well it all worked. Imagine, a month ago, I was sitting at home, with your knife pulling out the cloves for a tail, there looked at one man from an old job. Word by word, I saw a knife and burned straight - sell, sell, I initially refused, yet your gift, but this fool says - "Sell, I give you four thousand ladies for it." I didn’t go and I sold it, of course. Then, from retirement, I added a little bit and sold you this hat for seven at the marketplace. Take good health and remember your father.

The teaser in the kitchen whispered the batya, and I sat in a phthaline hat and watched in the mirror, as if on the piercings, tears rolled on my cheeks. You will say nothing. Why seek an old man?
My father came back from the kitchen and laid before me a lengthy barley bag.
I opened... there was my knife in it.
My father grumbled and said:

What, Martha, is it going on? I joked, I joked. I immediately realized how much it costs, I wasn’t a fool at all. Here, the bag is wrapped so that the handle does not scratch. Take it back, I’ve already played. Wearing a hat, the hat is nice, warm.

I love the uncomplicated Tatar humor.

To prevent America from interfering in the elections, Russia decided to publish their results a day before the vote.

From the comments on Youtube to the song "Hali-Gali, paratrooper"



XXX: I got this song on the disc with such puzzles that I still look around when I hear it.

When he was a student (4-5th grade), he stayed at the church in guests with overnight stays (they had a cool SEGA console at the time). While the cruciferous brother chose, this is what we’re going to play, seeing his mommy painting her hair. She said the color was ashes and in a joke offered me to paint the remains of the whiskey paint. I have agreed. Also for jokes.

The next day my mother called out of school, anxiously trying to find out what is happening at our house, that the child overnight.

and.

In general, no one except me and the crucifixion assessed.

There is no morality. Just remembered it.)

The police have not been there for a long time, but the garbage is still there.

My wife called. She and her daughter came to the house. It was hot on April 30th. And then the snow fell on the hips. The house is dry, cold. Wife prayer – take us! and faster.
And I just came from a business trip, drank the day before, stirs very strongly. Okay, I went, not so far, and in principle - sober! I can drive a hundred kilometers.
I am coming in, the snow has shattered with large bulbs. There is nothing to see in three meters. The light and the feeling of food.
has arrived. At home it is really dry and cold! What shit, I ask, did not sit in the city?! to
Okay well! He drank tea, loaded the girls and went.
Now history
The snow rained so much that only part of the cap could be seen. You can only drive with close light and not more than 40 km / h.
But! It is mutant! I stopped after three or four kilometers. to proceed. And ALWAYS stopped behind the separation lane, on the road (Vyborg road)
And at one point he stopped, not far from a weak turn, and drove down on a gravel, almost into the square. The woman whispered, “You will crush us! Ten seconds passed. From this turn the fur flows out and goes to the place where I usually stood up. He passes past my mirror in a few centimeters at twenty and hides in the night.
My wife was quiet at home.
And I don’t know why I suddenly went so far from the mark. The case? The Intuition? Or the providence?! to
My daughter fell asleep, thank God. A day later, his wife said, “I’m a fool, I didn’t know where, you’re a fool after drunk driving!” We tested our angels so much that I was terrified!
Do not test fate. Not everyone is lucky!

- The arrangement is this: the brother has stood up, the fellow at zero and barrying is no longer something. The only way out was to endure the strain to work overtime.
Are you the Chairman of the Chamber of Accounts?

We sit with a friend in a cafe, eat lunch, enters the body swinging in different directions and explains to the seller that he needs to call immediately.

That is, do you hear? Let me call.

We have no phone!

Well, in nature, I will pay!

- Man, I explain to you, we don’t have a phone!

I was here with you yesterday. Did you call the mentions? ! to

If you are sad and sick, remember that there are billions of cells in your body.

They all have to do with you.

The story of the famous song, which was born on November 27, 1941 near Istria.

Correspondents of the newspaper of the Western Front "Red Army Truth" arrived on that day with an editorial assignment in the 9th Guard Army Division.

After passing by the division’s command post, they jumped by a truck at the 258-th (22-th Guard) rifle regiment in the village of Kashino. This was precisely at the time when German tanks, passing through a loot near the village of Darna, cut off the commanding post of the regiment from the battalions.

Among them, in this sudden surrounding, was the coroner Alexei Surkov.
Further from his face:

It quickly darkened. Two of our tanks, smashing the snow dust, went to the forest. The soldiers and commanders who remained in the village collapsed in a small blinds equipped somewhere in the back of the KP at the commander of the regiment, Lieutenant Colonel Sukanov.

The photographer and I hid from the dense mortar and automatic fire on the stairs leading to the blending - he wanted to have time to take pictures of the battle.
The Germans were already in the village.
And sowing in two or three surviving houses, they were shooting at us continuously.

So what, will we still be sitting in the blend? - said the head of staff of the regiment captain I.K. The Great.
Having talked about something with the commander of the regiment, he turned to everyone who was in the blinds: - Well, whoever has "pocket artillery", let's!

Having gathered a dozen and a half hand grenades, including taking out my two promised "limousines", which I kept for the chance, the captain, pulling the belt on the telogreek, came out of the blender.

And cover it! He gave up briefly.

We immediately opened fire on the Hitlerites. The Big Polls. The grenades. The explosion, another explosion, and the house became quiet. The captain went to the other house, then to the third. It all happened again, according to a predetermined scenario.
The enemy fire was reduced, but the Germans did not stop. When he returned to the blender, he was already drowning.

Everyone was organized towards the river. They crossed the ice under ammunition. The Hitlerites did not leave us with their "grace" even when we were already on the opposite shore. From the ruptures of the mines, the frozen earth flew in all directions, painfully beating the helmets.

When they entered the new village, it seems Ulyanovo, they stopped. The worst happened here. The chief of the engineering service suddenly says to Suhanov:
- Comrade Colonel, and you and I passed through our mine field!

And then I saw that Sukanov, a man who usually did not lose his spirit for a second, was pale like snow.
He knew that if someone had struck the mine during this retreat, none of us would have survived.

Then, when we got a little mastery in the new place, the commander of the regiment’s headquarters, Captain Velichkin, the one who threw grenades to enemy machine guns, sat down to eat soup. He ate two tablespoons and, we see, dropped the tablespoon and fell asleep.
The man did not sleep for four days.
And when a phone call came from the headquarters of the division - by that time the communication was restored - we could not wake the captain, no matter how hard we tried.

Impressed by the day under Istra, I wrote a letter to my wife.
Where he wrote sixteen "home" lines of poetry, which he did not intend to publish, and especially to pass on to anyone to write music...

Poems "Fire beats in a tight mushroom" would have remained part of the letter, if in February 1942 did not come to Moscow from the evacuation, composer Konstantin Lystov did not come to the front edition and did not ask "something to write a song."

And then I, fortunately, remembered the poems written at home, found them in the notebook and gave them to Listov, being absolutely sure that his conscience was cleaned, but the songs from this lyrical poem will not come out.

She ran through the lines with her eyes, wandered something uncertain and left. He left and forgot everything. But a week later, the composer again appeared in the edition, took a guitar from the photographer Mikhail Savin and sang his new song, calling it "In the Earth".
Everyone, free from work "in the room", holding their breath, listened to the song. The song seemed to have worked.

In the evening, Misha Savin after dinner asked me for a text and, accompanying on the guitar, performed a song. And immediately it became clear that the song "will go" if the melody was remembered from the first performance.

The song really went. On all fronts - from Sevastopol to Leningrad and the Polar. Some front moralists thought that the lines: "It is not easy for me to get to you, and to death - four steps" - falling down.
It was advised that the death be cut off or moved away from the cave.

I was sorry to change words. They conveyed what was experienced, felt there, in the battle, and it was too late to spoil the song, it "goed".
As you know, you can’t throw a word out of the song.

About the fact that with the song "wise", the warriors learned. In my messy army archive there is a letter signed by six tank guards. Having said a good word to the song and its authors, the tankers write that they heard that someone didn't like the line "to death - four steps".

The guards expressed such a vicious wish: "Write for these people that four thousand English miles before death, and leave us as it is - we know how many steps before it, to death."

So, from the events of one heavy battle in the village of Kashino and a chain of happy coincidences, and a legendary song appeared.

The most powerful organization in the world is the idiots, they have their people everywhere.

Girl, can I meet you?

I am a lesbian.

No problem, I act like a grandmother.

The spacecraft flew and whispered with a hole in the left side.

Feminism in my community.

WARNING: Fasting can cause disgust to people (at least to a few human individuals).

The Student Companion. Block of several rooms with a total population of 20 people. Two common toilets without gender differences.

One of the toilets has not worked for a long time, the second (in which 20 people go) - in a terrible state, thanks to the life activities of both boys and girls (let's go without dirty details, although the evidence was sufficient).

I was tired of using the hose, and I decided to put the second toilet in order. I would know how I would be disappointed in people after that, no matter what I started.

Day one :

Asked the commander for permission to conduct works independently (tentatives to persuade the management to repair have long been recognized as meaningless). He walked around neighbors, expressed thoughts about repairing the toilet with his own efforts (to turn rubles at 50-100, buy everything necessary, repair and hang schedules of duty). The neighbors were divided into those who told them they had to go to the bathroom, and those who just stood on me.

Day two :

I removed the steppe from the card, bought everything I needed in the building store. He came, dressed things that were not unfortunate, and went to work. In the evening, I only had time to clean up the garbage, old pollution and other p***c accumulated over the years + scratched the rotten paint from the walls and grounded it before painting.

The Day 3:

I made sure that everything was dry, painted the walls, repaired a barrel, a chair and put a spinning machine on the door. After finishing work, I went into the shower and went to the girl with a nighting (the case was on Friday evening).

The Day 4:

I was not in communion.

Day of 5:

I came back on Sunday evening, went to the toilet, and I saw a picture: on the door of the toilet I had repaired, there was a large letter J, drawn with a marker, and failedly twisted loops with a small lock. On the door of the hoodie with the same marker is drawn the letter M (no lock on the door).

A little at this turn, he walked to the rooms, asked all the inhabitants to go out to the corridor for the assembly, where he raised the question, what, in fact, is happening here?! to

The answer literally changed my view of people I’ve known for years:

This is a women’s toilet.

From what to be?

We decided so.

Who are “we”?

Girls (8 out of 20 inhabitants)

How did you decide that? Who gave you that right?

Because we are girls! We’re not going to go to the same toilet with you pigs, you’re always bla bla bla...

And here it happened: in the next few minutes, the "girls" from a decent university were literally transformed in their eyes into some kind of evil puppets (mothers, insults, dirt). I just stood and cried: we do not know you for the first year, we live together, we learn together - where do you have so much shit, where does all this hatred come from?

After listening to the tirades about what "all the men" pigs and hates, some did not stand up and entered into a dispute with the bats. To be fair, I would say that some guys also behaved very disgustingly, saying, for example, that one of them should use a new impetus because he is a high school student or because he personally "never swept past the toilet."

There were even "riders" who stood up in defense of the girls (the guy of one of them and the guy who was in love with the other).

For the first 5 minutes, I tried to argue, then I just stood with my mouth open, and I thought, "What a herd you are..." In the end, I became so disgusted that, without thinking about the consequences, I quietly took the hammer and scattered back everything I had done before: broke down the lock, removed the spongyard, scratched the inside of the tank, destroyed the walls to the previous state - it was not enough to just throw the garbage and hang the corners to restore the old smell.

Do you think this story is over? If it were: on Monday, the “girls” knocked their fists at my door. Upon entering, they were delighted to announce that the commander was waiting for me "for a serious conversation."

I stood up and went to her office – the “girls” joyfully followed me, waiting for the execution. It turns out that as soon as Komenda came to work, they immediately wrote a complaint against me.

When he saw me, the commander nodded his head and asked to close the door. The neighbors stood next to me, chewing their hands joyfully.

For the next 10 minutes, with every word she literally rolled back my faith in normal people, because the object of her screams was not me, but my neighbors. Each wall has ears in the shelter, so Comenda knew the role of each of us in this story. It is hard to describe with what pleasure I listened to their miserable excuses to justify:

We are, but he is...

As a result, the comenda said that there was no repair at all, nobody broke anything, and the toilet was always in this condition. Now I am writing, scrolling through my head again and I understand how much she is an offgenic aunt.

Unfortunately, the aversion to the neighbors from this did not happen anywhere, and in the next two years of living together I was never able to print out a "hello" to any of these beautiful "girls".

The president can find the right words.
The simple replacement of the phrase “theft and corruption” with “degradation of the demographic situation” made it clear to all citizens the need to work for five more years.

Soon, in the achievement section, it will be possible to write: “No stitches.”

The Courier.

One evening they drank tea with friends and they talked about their son.
Parents are complaining, telling out, school finished and did not go anywhere.
They ask you, will you put it somewhere?
We are family friends and we need to help. I say:
- Well, I'm not the boss... but one good acquaintance seemed to say that they needed a courier in the state.
This is exactly what needs to be! He still had a year to go to the army.

I called Alexander, and took a guy on my recommendation.
And then this happened. About a week he worked without adventures, the work is not dusty.
And then he sends his boss a personal gift to take on his birthday to the financial director of their major customer. The Finance Director is an impressive lady.
The gift is modest, but with taste: a bottle "Domaine de Chevalier" 2008 and a bouquet of roses.

From a boy’s story:
"I took a package beautifully packed with a bottle of wine, a bouquet, came to them in the office on "Tretyakovskaya", there they say to me at the reception:
- Olga Nikolaevna will be in an hour.
I was told to personally hand it over. I sat in the park and waited.
I bought a pizza to eat, and put the bag next to the store, well, and hit him with his elbow.
The bottle is out!

As I got worse, say goodbye to work, but the hell knows how much this wine costs.
And then it was dark, I would go to the store and buy some red too.
He did not warn her what mark she would give, maybe they would not notice.

But I learned this later.
Because first Alexander called me and pressed from laughter:
- Well, your protector, our new courier, and broke out yesterday!
Tell me what he did.
- Yes, I sent him with a present to Olga, a bottle of good red wine.
Did he drink it himself?
I do not know! But she was calling me now and crying out in gratitude, says Sasha, and how did you know about my favorite Masandrov Red Port Wine?
The price is 700 rubles. I wonder if I’m going to buy this shale for ten thousand.

Do you now calculate it?
Why then? The guy is smart, good at least bought the "Three Seals"!