Well, and I will finally get a repayment - to me, as a working retiree, the president urged to return as much as 10 thousand rubles from the sixty, fled for a year from my pension.

Fiction writer Alexander Romanovich Belyaev.
It was he who invented the head of Professor Dowell, the flying man Ariel, Ichtiander...
He invented it because he did not give up. Although his entire life is a typical manifestation of what is called the "genus curse" in the people. How it really is called, nobody knows.
As a child, Alexander Belyaev first lost his sister - she died of sarcoma. Then his brother drowned. Then his father died, and Sasha had to make a living for himself - he was still a teenager. And as a child, he damaged his eye, which later led to almost loss of vision. As a child, he learned to play violin and piano. He started writing, composing, playing in theatre. Then, in his youth, Stanislavsky himself invited him to his troupe — but he refused.
Maybe because of my family. Who knows? He just got married for the first time. Two months later, his wife left him and went to another. Time passed, the wound lasted and he married a lovely girl again. At the same time, he became ill with bone tuberculosis. It was almost a sentence. Belyaev was enclosed entirely in plaster, like a mummy - for three years. Three years in the plaster had to lie in bed. The wife left, saying that she was not going to take care of the ruins, not for this she married. And Belyaev was lying down, all wrapped in the plaster. It was then that he invented Professor Dowell's head - when a fly sat on his face and began to crawl. And he could not move his finger to drive her out... But this horrible incident prompted Belyaev to write a novel. Then, when he still stood on his feet, he began to walk in a celluloid corset. Half blind and ugly. He was a beautiful man in his youth.
He wrote and wrote his famous novels Fantasy did not exhaust it, good defeated evil, people went beyond their possibilities, flew to other planets, invented rescue technologies, loved and believed. He wrote a little sad. quite a little. If you remember what he was in...
He later married a good woman. Two daughters were born. One died of meningitis, the other also became ill with tuberculosis. Then the Nazis came to the Tsarskoye Selo and the occupation began. Belyaev could not fight — he barely walked. I could not leave. He died semi-paralyzed, from hunger and cold. His wife and daughter were abducted to Germany. They did not even know where Alexander Romanovich was buried.
He then handed over to his wife all that was left of her husband, the glasses. Nothing else remains. Novels, novels and stories. And the glasses. To which was attached a curved paper, a note. There were words that the dying writer wrote to his wife: “Don’t look for me on earth. There is nothing left of me here. “Your Ariel...”
by Anna Kirjanova

Surprisingly, the poorer a country is, the harder it is to take off a money-filled plane with a shocking president.

One large corporation organized a corporation in Prague. Well, of course, at the end of the official part, there was an unofficial -

The bathroom, the table, the girls, etc. Well, of course, all this was photographed.

An employee of such a firm, leaving home, asked the photographer to filter those on which there were girls, because the fact of the girls in the photos would be fatal for him in the relationship with his wife.

One day, when he returns from work, he finds his wife in full anger:

I was with Grandma!

You are what!

It was!

He throws a envelope with photos. He takes photographs, convulsively overtakes -

Not one girl! He is unconscious:

Not a single girl?! to

Turn the envelope!

He turned the envelope, and from his hand was written:

“Don’t put pictures of grandmothers here!”“!”

My friend’s friend painted a green on his ass while she was asleep. A week later, she found a sad smile on her other half-jacket.

It is a pity that we separated. This could be the beginning of a strong friendship.



It’s a pity that my grandmother washes her ass badly. Glad you got rid of it.

Beginning of 2000. I work as a computer repair firm. Panasonic holds a free seminar in Moscow, pays for accommodation and issues certificates. The hotel is near the U.S. Embassy, I don't remember the name. I was not in Moscow, and the boss frequently waves there, on his business and party, on the eve of the departure, under the water, throws me additional tasks and dreamingly covers his eyes recalls:

- Just settled, the phone is already ringing, and in the phone "Do you not want to have a nice evening with a beautiful girl?"

The phone is silent, calling and calling.

So I flew to Moscow, got to the hotel, settled in the room. I called home and left my coordinates. The phone is silent. I walked through the evening Moscow, had dinner, returned to the room, the phone is silent. I read the book and the phone is silent. Lie to sleep. The call came early in the morning, I grab the phone, it turns out the boss is calling:

Greetings from Rec17. How are you doing?

- Boring, Vladimir Petrovich, no prostitute called in the room, you are the first.

The chief hurled somewhat unclearly, quickly said goodbye and laid the phone. I wondered what he was calling, what he wanted. And only in the subway I understood why the conversation ended so quickly.

Good people differ from evil people by hating groups of people alone, while evil people hate groups of people alone.

Once one of my acquaintances decided to improve their housing conditions: to change their one-bedroom apartment for a two-bedroom. Whoever wanted to make an exchange was quickly found. So, one of the alkas (let the Igor), who went on to pay. The description of the apartment to which he had to move arranged him, and he did not even want to look at it, and the surcharge arranged him even more. The only condition he had was to help with moving the furniture. Well, on the designated day, trucks come, take the couch, closet, table and three chairs and take them to the appropriate address. The hallway of my acquaintance in the single room was decent, and everything, except the table, fit there. Igor, having received the keys, immediately ran to the corresponding department of the store of his lifestyle, and at the table in the kitchen arranged an improvised banquet, where he fell asleep in the salad. He found a couch and arranged to sleep there. I woke up and appreciated the quality of my new apartment. I immediately called my acquaintance:
- Andrei, I generally have no complaints to you, but it hurts your room is small. No, I am satisfied with the supplement as well, but it hurts too little.
Andrei was slightly panicked, as the room was 16 square meters. The meters, of course, are not horny, but the title "too small" does not pull. The origins of this opinion could have been different, and therefore he urgently moved to his past address. What was discovered. The loaders placed almost the entire treasure of the alkas in the hallway and placed the closet so that it sealed the door into the room. And the hallway, where the aforementioned couch was, could go out of the bedroom. They signed up and signed the move.

Our man has two problems: the state does not care about him and the state is interested in him.

Xxx: Going home from work. I decided to arrange a surprise for my wife, picked up a good vineyard in the store, steaks with beef, delicious cheese, etc. I approach the box office, and there is a very sympathetic saleswoman, we know her for a long time and communicate quite fun. They are constantly struggling with each other and all that. But not any more.)

She sees such a set and says, luckily, Light, if just now would not have refused to do so. He looks at me with such clever eyes. I am deeply and for a long time married. You can’t imagine how right that was!!! He nodded my head behind my back. There the wife stands and slides like a very predator)) The foundation of course was strong. I could really say anything wild, and then prove that I was joking.

In the Middle Ages, there was the profession of urine collector in Flanders’ Ghent (now Belgium). From the urine, ammonia was then extracted, which went to make a cellulite for powder. In the morning, the collectors drove around the city with a barrel and paid for urine. Of course, there were cunning citizens who began to dilute the product. Then a new profession appeared - a tasting urine, which organoleptically determined the quality and concentration of precious ammonia. But the New Times came, people learned to synthesize ammonia or extract it in other ways, and the profession of a urine tasting became unnecessary. And all these urine specialists left Flanders, moved to Amsterdam and founded the Heineken brewery.

Xxx: Yeah, I heard after the coke “bite” on the truffles.

And very much)



Yyy: Only a member becomes the size of a miniature



Zzzz: What is increasing?

Xxx: One of us had a sharp break at the feast, many noticed, as he was telling something at that moment. So here. He had his cheeks swollen, he thought everything, PZZZ. But no, he swallowed back, and it ticks up again, so far as the beard has flowed, he swallows back again. And here's his second act of returning the content back, the two can't stand and pour their plates and tables, all ran away, except for the two ladies sitting between them - they decided to support the company and also started to bluff. By the way, Vitalik, from what was happening, vomiting demands passed, he splashed his mouth with mineral lax, drank and moved away from the outburst. That evening, the company split into two "camps" - condemning and defending him. Vitalik responded to all the attacks philosophically: Personally, I did not blame.

Xxx: I paid for coffee. has gone. I remembered that I did not give up. He returned, took the gift, and left. I went back to the office and realized I didn’t have coffee. Back for coffee.

Barista: “I made you stronger.”

XXX: I remember when I was a child, the cops were fucked up before me. In a quantity of 6. I had to run away and they all ran after me. I ran well. In the end, the biggest were swollen or bored, and after a couple of quarters I realized that only one was running behind me - the smallest and most fucking (why the smaller the more fucking always). and he apparently did not notice the loss of the support team in the dust of the hunting hazard). I turned and stumbled from his heart into the table. A little bit on the ground with his feet. I still remember this story with warmth in my heart.

There are now two armies of unemployed people in Afghanistan who have pretended to be at war with each other for 20 years.

Saturday 10 in the morning. The Coffee. Coffee, coffee and the mood. An adult respectable man picked up a pack of baked food and a couple of coffee. The barista:
What kind of milk and sugar do I need?
for a minute.

Receives a mobile communication device (as well and convenient, in the last century would have had to run into a telephone machine):
and allo! Sora my daughter! and Moning. Papua is not far away. He wants to chew you with bread and boiling drink. Coffee with milk...what? For a moment, he asks the barista, “Sorry, do you have a cold beer?”

Gordon says that as a child he was irritated by the "Invisible Smoke".
Of course, I believe that the boy named Gordon was irritated by the "Invisible".

Xxx: I just went to the shelters, in the company of friends on the vacation base. It was hot and I was dressed up with beer, cognac and vodka, and on top of it I ate shishelks and apparently bread, so I became very foolish. He sat down on the bench and began to bleed, and two dogs came from there and began to eat. In the breaks between the calls they so gently waved their tails asking for additions))

xxx: I was lost in the kindergarten when a group went to the dentist. After the doctor, on the way back to the kindergarten. I was scared wild. I walked on a deserted street, cried, and eventually a woman met at the pedestrian crossing, she asked me and somehow understood which garden I was from and took me there. There were already teachers with the corvalol sitting, I felt that the atmosphere was very oppressive. I was placed in a corner for the whole quiet hour and until my father arrived, I was mocked and threatened that my parents would come and just destroy me. I was wildly scared. But the father came, they began to tell him what kind of pig I was, how I scared everyone, I was terrified. And he quietly asked, was it in their mind that they sprinkled the child and put him in the corner for that? Did she not endure anything while she was walking alone on the street? At that point I realized that my father was my wall.