I worked as a student courtier and I had a one-bedroom apartment in an old foundation.

And here, in the fourth grade, my mother asked me to live with my friend’s daughter while she was in the institute.

The girl was very nothing, but we immediately started to be terribly embarrassed with her to the point where we called each other "you".

Of course, no friends and girls at the visit and could not wait for it all to end.

Finally she passed the final exam and the night before leaving timidly offered to drink a dry pinch.

The first was followed by the second and here we are already having fun, we carry all kinds of purge and find ourselves in bed.

Here she says:

I had to drink the first day.

I recently walked around the city and saw an open hole. He called the hotline of the administration, created precisely for such situations. But, in the end, it took five minutes to argue with an employee who tried to lie that I would call the water channel, but only not him. And I remembered one story that I was told in school, warning me of open loops. The actors are my grandfather and his old acquaintance, who then worked at ZEU.

The case occurred somewhere in the early or mid-1990s in a small urban-type village in the north, with a population of 10 thousand people. Then the cold came and the heating season began. Grandfather was returning home and also found on the way an unclosed loop emitting steam. From the house, he immediately called his friend in ZEU and told him about it. But this friend (as a whole chief of the operating department, and as I understood, this question was his direct profile) began to flatter that his affairs are more important now, that it is unknown who this open collector should serve and that there are no extra covers. In general, I made every effort to explain why this lounge would not be closed. But after my grandfather objected to him that this luke from the heating networks, so the care of it is entirely on the GEO, that crendel still agreed to "transmit to the boys."

But his "children" didn't come up with anything smarter than just covering the luke with a sheet of DSP. But that did not solve the problem. The couple drank the DSP, which made it fragile. And a few days later, the snowfall began, which filled this improvised lid from the top, generally hiding the presence of a loop from the eyes of passers.

And it was during this snowfall that a second-class boy walked into this unfortunate place. The raw sheet of pressed straw could not withstand and broke. The boy fell into a lounge and lost consciousness. Without recovering, he died in spirit. And the most ironic thing about this incident was that this schoolchild was the grandson of the same chief of the operational department, who was warned of an open lookout, who could react in time and avoid this tragedy, but together with his subordinates he preferred to approach his duties purely formally.

That same night, without waiting for the trial, this man swelled to death and jumped out of the window. He did not break, but was lying in the snow until the very morning, where he was found already dead.

And here I think, was it really so difficult to freeze and cover the luke more reliably? And how many tragedies must happen before people in responsible positions begin to realize all the responsibilities that are imposed on them? Because there seems to be no special changes in the past decade.

A phone call to the home phone yesterday evening:

- Open, I am from your entrance, I forgot the keys (the voice is unfamiliar, and too young - and we are almost all retired).

From which apartment?

From the third floor.

Can you name the apartment number?

is silent. Directly I hear the scream of his twists in an attempt to calculate the numbers of the apartments on the third floor. I think, I will tell you.

You are from the 21st, right?

I am very happy! ahah!! to

“Baran, you’re at 21 and you’re calling!

There are many ways to do nothing. But better sleep hasn’t been invented yet.

The 89-year-old American astronaut Thomas Stafford, who visited the moon, arrived from the United States to the funeral of Alexei Leonov, the first cosmonaut to go out into the open space and stood some time on his knees near the tomb.
Neither Putin, nor Medvedev, nor Rogozin came to honor the memorial.

I set myself on the wake-up alarm track Olga Buzova. Now I get up 5 minutes so I don’t listen to that shit.

The most popular story in China to date. A man from Guangxi paid 2 million to kill a competitor. The killer retained half, and the other spent to hire another killer for 1 million, then the second also retained half and hired another and so on until the fifth was hired for 100 thousand. The latter decided that there was no point in killing for such a small amount and told the victim everything to just inscene death. All six are now in jail.

The experience of the ancient Athens shows: in order for one part of the population to become philosophers, it is necessary that the other part of the population be slaves!

Worked as a master at a refinery.Employees 90 percent all former nurses.Term from 10 to 30.People are adults, very cultural well and in production the rule of "dry law" for all without exception.
Calls means a constant counterparty with an unusual request.
Take my son to work, I want him to understand what work is and how he earns for bread.
I-You know who I work and the conditions of work in general.Why do you do this?
No. I need you.
Come back tomorrow at nine.
It means this "little", and there at 17 years a child with a height of 180 and AUeshnik.
I think that was what it turned out to be, for re-education probably sent a file.
I say to him, well there is a wagon where to change clothes, you ask something like that, he will tell you everything.
And to sort and disassemble the board raw manually I will tell you it is not very easy, cubes so for 20-30 per day.On the shift always 2-4 loaders depending on the load.
I leave, I work little, I do my business, I call at 12 a.m.
What happened to his voice?
I know him, I haven’t seen him since 9 o’clock, I went to work.I’ll come to the car and see how he is there and what he is.
I’m running into the booth to the truckers, I think fucking probably.
I fly and go on the men: you are a@@elli, what the boy made me his father called.
We had one “senior” loaders, all called him “Bandy”.I hope you don’t need to specify why.
P-Chief, what are you quarrelling about, we didn't even touch him with the finger, he sits on the scanner in the corner.So we just talked to him, who he is and what he is.
I look at the guy, and he is poorly stuck in the corner, sitting all pale.
I say, go out, let’s not sink, Billy?
He said no, he just talked.
After an hour, Pappa came and took it.no took and took it.
It’s been 4 months and I’ve forgotten about all this story.Call again means this counterparty.
Q. Are you in place?
I-Yes
I am coming in
I came and brought 3 to 0.75 absolute, cakes, some other snacks.
What kind of celebration is it? or what kind of celebration?
K-Thank you, and the men thank you and thank you.
My little girl “worked” with you.
Yes, but it didn’t work.
K-It's all the shit.He after that time as if they replaced him.Mom after meal began to say thank you.Ege wrote well, acted.Aue abandoned his.Humanly began to talk.Change the guy.What did you do with him?
I’m just talking ?

Mom, I am dating a man.
And who is he?
The postman Yuri.
and Jura? He could be your father!
Mother, age is just a number.
My daughter, you didn’t quite understand me.

If a woman asks for something, she must give it, otherwise she will take it herself and not necessarily from the one she asks for.

The origin of one profanation.

Communicating with readers of my unforgettable fairy tales is a great pleasure. At the same time, the opportunity to look at history from a different angle, through the prism of a fresh outward look.
It is especially useful to communicate with attentive and demanding readers.
For example, one of my most respected commentators called wearing office clothes outside the hospital “profanation.”
Day two thought — I have to admit her right, so it is.
Not to let it get in the eye - a jacket in my climate is needed almost always, especially in the morning.
And it is not that I am alone in this transgression - this habit is quite common among my colleagues in our small hospital: surgeons, orthopedists, obstetricians, anesthesiologists.

I thought about the origins of this my rooted habit of wearing an operating uniform, scrubs, on duty and the day after it, which is generally reduced to half my life.
And I found the reason, the zero point of reference of my professional career.
While I was working in a large university center – I’t think of it, the duty was inside the hospital, after completing the shift we went home, without the slightest chance to return before the next day. Wear clothes before and after work.
My transition to work in a small town and a small hospital changed the type of duty — they were on duty at home, hanging with pagers and mobile phones.
Injury and childbirth—mostly, sometimes resuscitation or rest—help in airway control, in short—something urgent.
And then on one of the nursing nights, listening to my cell phone, I walked around the house.
The house was old and required care, what I did - I can't remember for years. I remember it was dusty and hot.
The call. Reception rest, the sounds of screams and panic, the reception doctor - an anesthesiologist and otolaryngologist, urgently, prepare a tracheotomy!
The necessary explanation: the receptionist is a universal with serious training and skills, able to hold positions before the arrival of heavy cavalry of specialists, if he panics - the situation is really difficult, they are about to lose the patient because of the inability to control the delivery of oxygen to the body.
Adrenaline broke out - as it burned, and I ripped the car from the spot to the gallop - I overcame the road to the hospital twice as fast as usual, flew into the receiver and started to work.
The man survived, the top decided - not the time for him, sent a squad of medical angels to move our hands and brains in the direction of success.
I can't remember the details, but here's what I remember well - a feeling of embarrassment, even shame...
Why is?
Judge yourself: having successfully completed the resuscitation measures, I stood in front of a large family of a patient man at 20 and approximately the same number of employees - in a dirty t-shirt with disgusting spots of all colors, in home shorts of not the first youth and not the shorts of an uncertain color, under which our eternal oceanic breeze was quite fresh.
Poor relatives were confused - not a doctor, but a misunderstanding, a shameful man, not a doctor!
It is possible that this episode was the beginning of my many years of profanation.
And maybe the fact that I’m just shaking my head, myself and you, hiding my laziness – the main cause of everything happening or not happening in my life... who knows what kind of cockroaches live in that gray head! @Michael Ashnin

Instagramer: “And today I’ll tell you that the floor is below, and the ceiling is above!”
The audience: “As it is right! Right to the point! You write so well! very vital.”

Previously, the understanding of the sluggishness of being and bad sleep under the influence of the dangers of this world were considered an element of adulthood.

And now it is recommended to avoid all the psychotraumatic for the child, so that he grows up, sneezes and falls asleep, because before he was not told about such a shame.

When a woman asks a man’s opinion, she wants him to guess her, not her own.

Recently, his daughter went to the Olympics in the "environmental world". While waiting, I heard the story.
There was a boy. Father stuck for a long time in remote places, mother deprived of parental rights. I raise my grandmother. They live modestly. He is a hard-working man, but teaching is hard. And just then for the whole class with him in all ways praised the medalists of the city Olympiad in mathematics. And the boy also wanted to be in the zenith of fame. After a sober assessment of his knowledge, he stopped on the subject "the surrounding world". The unstoppable examination of the subject gave him 1 place in the class. It was a pass to the city Olympics. He did not get the prize. All the participants remembered him, because after the end of the Olympics he approached everyone and asked for a long time what questions were caught. He recorded everything in a notebook. In the third class, the story repeated. The same flight, the recording of questions in the notebook. 4th grade and the winner of the Olympics. When the letter was handed to him, he was attached, but his lips trembled. God let him not waste this perseverance in the future.

The Scottish village, the assembly, says the old man.
I have two bad news. First, our lord restored the right of the first night.
Why him? He is “Blue”!
This is the second bad news!

Xxx: The first pet was a hamster, it lived with me no more than 3 days. I don't know why, but on the third day he died :(

Yyy: Food to drink tried

Xxx: Yes, but it didn’t bring him back to life.

Recently, his daughter went to the Olympics in the "environmental world". While waiting, I heard the story.

There was a boy. Father stuck for a long time in remote places, mother deprived of parental rights. I raise my grandmother. They live modestly.



He is a hard-working man, but teaching is hard. And just then for the whole class with him in all ways praised the medalists of the city Olympiad in mathematics. And the boy also wanted to be in the zenith of fame. After a sober assessment of his knowledge, he stopped on the subject "the surrounding world". The unstoppable examination of the subject gave him 1 place in the class. It was a pass to the city Olympics.



He did not get the prize. All the participants remembered him, because after the end of the Olympics he approached everyone and asked for a long time what questions were caught. He recorded everything in a notebook. In the third class, the story repeated. The same flight, the recording of questions in the notebook. 4th grade and the winner of the Olympics. When the letter was handed to him, he was attached, but his lips trembled. God let him not waste this perseverance in the future.

Politicians never lie, they just say what people want to hear.