He went ahead - came out of the entrance and shouted to the grandmothers sitting on the bench: "The show of prostitutes? Are you waiting for your drug dealer?

Boris Johnson, for power-loving nicknamed Nikolayevich...

I will tell you how I almost died. I went to the dentist to brush my tooth. A very nice doctor, after finishing the drilling, pushed my mouth full of cotton and began to interfere with the seal. At this time, a young girl sits in the neighboring chair. The doctor is a man. He flegmatically wipes his glasses and asks the girl:
What do we complain about, sweetheart?
Without thinking, he burns out:
“Doctor, I have two holes at the bottom, and my back hurts.
My doctor dropped the tools and the bullet flew out into the hallway. I had all the watt from my mouth moved into my throat, I felt like I would be suffocating right now. The doctor gently asked the girl:
Are you sure you have come to the right doctor?

Age 50+ has both advantages and disadvantages. You can’t see small letters nearby, but you can see idiots from afar.

It happened in Phuket, Thailand.



It was too big a divorce to believe it. Right in the hotel restaurant. In the Middle Ages, a man in ripped jeans and a gray jacket on a mayka persuaded Katya, Lud and Larisa to buy cream from old age for almost 100,000 tubes. It cannot be said that the man insisted very much on selling. I spoke for the gallery. Lenny claimed that the cream was magical, from the mountains of Thailand. It was evident that he already understood that these prudent girls would not be fooled.



And he was already discouraged when Marinka, a marvelous fifa from Surgut, came. Marinka was accepted into the company out of pity for her loneliness and for laughter. She listened to the man’s suggestion. Negligently counted him a hundred and eight thousand and bought a set of creams for rejuvenation with a discount. Without listening to the girlfriends. She said that old age is not a joke and went to her room. It is stupid!



The man left pleased. Smiling with a fierce, disgusting smile. Wiping the hands. He hid the money. and shrink!



The girls regretted the aging Marinka. They envy wealth. They discussed and convicted the seller of creams from old age. Go to swim. In the evening on the beach appreciated the dumb Marinka and regretted. Then they got drunk.



The ocean, the palms, the carelessness! The girls began to burst and burst. The marine was nothing too. Dryblast became noticeably less - paradise climate. All the affairs. However, four days later the wrinkles on the face disappeared. Marina is younger. The girls attracted attention and became interested.



Through simple reasoning, they found out that Marinka is getting younger because of the cream. Every day the wrinkles on the face of Marina disappeared. It was no longer funny. I was looking for a cream seller. Neither Marinka nor the hotel staff could help. The girls went crazy of impotence. They accused each other of not buying a cream.



Already leaving Phuket, on the way to the airport, the girls saw from the bus a cream seller on the side. They screamed. stopped the bus. The shattered seller pulled out all the tubes with cream, tearing his bag. Sitting on the bus pleased. I apologized. Prepare for miracles.



Alice was lying on the beach, young, long-legged, smiling and drinking rum. Close to the ocean. Petrovich smoked a cigar with his eyes closed.

Two hundred thousand, minus makeup and other charges! She smiled with Alice’s thin lips.

Grimm is super. Nano is! Petrovich tossed the Thai beer and added:

- Not badly raised for the week of your stay as an old lady!

Xxx: Until the age of 13, I thought boys were cuddling by pressing out their letters.

Yyy: It’s cool about squeezing... Although I also remember how that mommy took me to the bathroom, I didn’t have a year 4 or a little more. So I went wild there. Why then the breasts I did not notice at all, but the absence of scraps in all... I thought that I would be washed and led wherever the scraps would be cut off. I went out of the bathroom and hid. My mom found me, and I don’t need to cut my letter! The whole bathroom...

Thoughts and actions also need daily hygiene.

If I was not scratched as a child, my father scratched my collar for two. For any reason and without excess moral torment. Just Colkin's father represented his paternal duties. So that the child is dressed, dressed, and fed, and as a consequence sprinkled.
Not the worst option, by the way. Especially since Kolka did not rust, he gave reasons - the father's hand to loosen will be tired. Then the carrot will burn, then the potato storage on the tractor will enter, then the goat in the forest will be tied.
Did I not tell? Colka had a duty to drive the goat to the pasture. In the morning, take away the cows, if you need to kill them, tie the goat. Bring back in the evening. And then someday, Kolka and the goat came out of some conflict, was he stunned? He took her into the forest and tied her to a tree. Coming home, sopped to the pope - our Masha were eaten by wolves. The bell did not remove. In the evening, the mushrooms come, they say - there a goat in the forest stands, tied, cries. Not yours?
A goat or a tractor. My uncle is a tractorist. At lunch came, the tractor on the outskirts put, ran to eat. Here is Colt. Oh the tractor! Go into the cabin, let’s turn there. And I twisted. The tractor stood down, took to go. I was scared, but where are you going? The tractor is going. And the slope rests carefully in the gate of the potato storage. There he came. Clearly, only the door was blown. He walked through the wall and stood up. I walked out, the door closed, and I walked.
The tractor was searched for a week. found by chance. And who will guess in June in an empty potato storage store to look?
So putting the collar was of course for something. However, he did not offend his father, treating this as a painful but inevitable procedure like vaccinations.
Then he smoked something at school. And smoked apparently not in small, but seriously. His parents were called to school regularly, but they did not go. Uncle Wally’s position on education was unwavering as a rock. Your business to teach? Here you study. My job is to grow, I grow. If he comes to school in broken shoes, then yes. And if he reads badly, what does it have to do with me? I don’t call you if he’s badly soaked the potatoes. I handle myself somehow.
Such a shorter position, iron concrete. And for the study, Kolke got the least. If only Kolkina is cool, Nina Stepanovna, the father will happen to meet somewhere, in the store there, or on the street, and let him brainwash. He will go away from it like from an annoying flies, but at home Kolke will fall, of course, for prevention.
Well here. So for the workings at school, Kolka did not worry. But this time everything went differently. He came from school, ate, just got out of the house to hang out, looks out the window, and on the street, in the direction of their home, the classy goes. Nina is stepanovna.
I immediately realized that it wasn’t with the cakes. It is not acceptable for teachers to go home to schoolchildren, only if it is completely over. This means end. And Colkin's ass, sensitive to the belt like a barometer to the rain, was stunned. Both my father and mother were at home. His mother was in the kitchen, his uncle Val was forging with a rifle, he was an avid hunter.
What to do? The ass for the head is an exceptionally excellent incentive to exacerbate sluggishness. And Kolke comes to mind with a brilliant idea.
He jumps out of the cellar, catches the castle on the doorstep, runs out on the street, locks the door from the outside, the key into the pocket, and himself through the cellar, through the yard, back into the house. And as in anything, let your father ride by the ears, distract.
Uncle Val in the window, of course, saw. I saw how she approached, looked into the stove, stood for a second, and went on. Well, she went and went. I thought I changed my mind. This was actually Colin’s calculation. And he justified! has passed. Enjoyed Kolka was already going to run to do a trick with the castle in the opposite direction, then his mother from the kitchen cried out, called for something.
At this time, the Gypsies were driving by the street by the house. The Gypsy camp often stood in the forest behind the village. The Gypsies in the village were not loved, but they were tolerant. They did not trade in theft, although they could silently pull something. And so they engaged in their usual crafts, walked in the courts, bought something, sold something, guessed and begged.
Here they are on the street. They stop there, they look there. Look, the chest is open. How not to look? Look at the house in the castle. Well have to! How in the village? If they leave for a short time, the house is not locked. Wear the cloth, and that’s all. And if the castle, then don’t wait soon. Here is the castle, and the chest is on. How will you hold? I went in quietly, I watched the clothes hanging. Good clothes. You need to remove it, or it will dry.
And here they quietly remove the underwear from the ropes, fold it into a rope, and Uncle Val is sitting on them in the window looking. He even fell into a stupor from such avarice. In the white day! He was not in the stall for a long time. He jumped and went out. “Yes, your mother, have you gone astray?” Hop, and the door does not give up. “They are stuck!” Uncle Wally thought, “I’ve gone crazy!” He took a few steps and pulled the door. Oh, he was a healthy bull, Uncle Val.
Well, of course, while he was fighting with the door, the Gypsies also realized that the house was not empty. I was surprised by such a seat, well thrown, and I walk. Uncle Val has a drone, and behind them. He has reached the neighborhood. I’t, of course, get the herd out.
Take care, and take care. When they realized that they were beaten, and were beaten with enthusiasm, they dropped the carriage and the wheelchair. When everybody ran away, Uncle Val left the drone, the horse straightened, the chariot turned over, and remained very pleased with the work of his hands.
He is coming back, and who will meet him? of course! Nina is stepanovna.
Hello Valentine Fedorovich! I have been looking for you all day! What is your house in the castle?
In what castle!? to
And when Kolka saw in the window as his father returned in the classroom, he realized that his plan succeeded, but bad circumstances intervened. Now he will fly. It will fly twice. He will fly for schoolwork, and for games with the castle, and for a broken door. Ears and ass burned in advance with hellish flames, but there was nowhere to go.
However, everything did not go as he expected.
My father came in a wonderful mood. Usually dark and silent, he shone straight from happiness. When I saw him, he said kindly.
Don’t be afraid, I won’t swear!
Shaking his hands, he added loudly.
Can you imagine, mother? As long as I looked at these Gypsies, there was no reason. It went so well, in the right!
The next day, however, he got rid of it. But on a completely different matter.

True love is not the story of Romeo and Juliet who died together. This is the story of a grandmother and grandfather who lived together all their lives and grew old together.

There is a neighbor pensioner. and smoking. In the apartment, on the balcony, on the floor below. The smell, of course, all of us. Instructions and requests did not help. I agreed with him on a positive - he goes out to smoke well on the street, and I give him 300 rubles per month. The transaction took place in the summer, payment at the end of the month (if there were no comments). I was counting it for August last year. And he offers me - and if I quit smoking, how much will you pay?

My daughter, 8 years old:

"Mommy, why did daddy's phone write you "beemot" (there was something more funny, but the meaning is the same)"

I, naturally, beat my husband with a rock, he whisper, then whisper from where I know he has the phone. I ask my daughter:

Why did you think of it, and why did you put it on your dad?

Why did he crack and say it was me?

In December 2017, we were passing through Qatar on the MSC ship. After going out into the city, we went to some shopping center, found a man there who was ready to drive us in his car and went. This private man took us to our business, we bought a small wheelchair broken the day before, then he drove us down the city center. Then we asked to take us to McDack, which was on the main track and then planned to let it go, the ship was five kilometers away, we planned to take them a walk along the shore and play at the playground that we noticed at the port.



Stopped at McDack, I and the child went inside, and Max stayed, with a disturbing look of the video, he noticed that police on both sides of the road blocked traffic, forced to park unparked cars, that is, cleaning the road for something. Five minutes later, a cortex of three red jeeps went through the road, Max made a three-second video, a police officer approached him, carefully and unexpectedly took the camera from his hands and said something to the rack.



When I thought to go out, there was already full of different kinds of people, first came the police in white cars, then in black, all of them carefully viewed the three-second recording on the camera, joked and somewhere called. The situation was complicated by the fact that our passports were on the ship at the reception, we had only a photo of the passport, and on the number of the passport the visa of Qatar (and at the time it was needed) did not fight, we simply did not have it, we left the ship on a visa concession, about which neither the road police (?) Even those in white dresses had no idea.



Minute after forty it became clear that the husband was taken away, at the same time wanted to pack and our taxi driver, but I asked not to do so, because without him I will not be able to bring them the original passport, because I just don't understand where to go. The cops agreed that this was reasonable, took the taxi driver's documents, put them in my husband's car and went in an unknown direction.



My taxi driver and I jumped onto the boat, which instantly got up on our ears, as soon as I appeared at the reception with a three-year-old child in front of me and with the words, "Give our passports, my husband took the police," there was a feeling that dozens of people ran at the same time, dozens of phones ringed, I repeated my short story to new and new people and feared only that while I was talking here, the taxi driver would drop somewhere and we would not know where my husband is.

As a result, I was assigned a man, he was given our passports, a taxi driver (senx gad) was waiting for us in the car and we went.



For the next five hours, I felt like an eastern woman, because I and my little one were just transported as a cargo, on the road, a issued man broke our passports through the bases, found out the lack of a visa and also began to call somewhere.

In the first police station we were told to go to the second, in the second to the third, then another car joined us and they began to walk in three, by the end of the second hour came a guy who spoke Russian, he first spoke to me, said that everything is decided at the level of the consul, everything will be fine. In the end, we went to two other places. In the latter, none of us were allowed except the uncle who came specifically, he didn’t talk to me, I don’t know who it was. 15 minutes later he went out, said something to a Russian-speaking man and left. He rejoiced, told me that it was a hat, now I will be taken to the port, and Max will come in an hour.



Then Geneva and I sat in the harbour and waited for Max, the harbor workers were bothering around me, they were all the time calling someone, we already loaded everyone onto the ship, which because of us had to be delayed for an hour, and I sat and thought that in front of the payment with the taxi driver, who did not depart from me for a step, and who knows how much will cost our six-hour journey through Qatar in addition to those 20 euros that we have already paid him, then remembered that somewhere they wrote that if because of you the ship is delayed, it is also a fine, and the camera, most likely, was taken away, in short, they had taken a trip, they would not have to sell the apartment.



As a result, it was like a movie, the night, the red Toyota Jeep comes in with flashes, Max comes out, the three-year-old Zhenya shouts "Daddy" rushes to him on the neck, port workers applaud.

A five-minute swing of people is formed around us, everyone kicks Max on his shoulder, holds his hand, wishes us good luck, I see a Russian-speaking guy on the edge of the eye who approaches the taxi driver, gets his wallet and asks, "How much do they owe you?" “Well,” the taxi driver replied, “they’ve been with me since the morning,” I stopped listening.



We boarded the ship and left the hospitable Qatar, and in the morning for breakfast I heard a conversation at the neighboring table, two Germans discussed that yesterday some Russian terrorist was removed from the ship, which was perfectly legitimate, but he was still calculated, despite his wife and child, so the ship was delayed.



A terribly long post, but a few more sentences on the case: we were told that we were very lucky that there was no king or ladies from the royal family in the cars, but only the prime minister, otherwise the matter would be much more complicated and we would have to sit down.

The camera was given, the memory card was formatted and also given. There was no penalty for delaying the ship.

There are poor people in the cars who have no place to put their bicycles.

My father is a military officer, head of a food warehouse. Every month, in addition to his bowl, he brought home and the remaining unnecessary products, and it turned out that we had the entire kitchen and balcony filled with bags of flour, crops, stools. And at the age of five I was able to pull some foods to a lonely old lady from the neighboring yard, she worked in my kindergarten as a babysitter and loved me very much. The parents found out when the notary called them. My grandmother died by rewriting her apartment to me.

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Miracles of Economy. We are told that the Russian economy has slowed. Oh fuck to fuck! He stood still and suddenly slowed down.! to

Sometimes you need to be very different to introduce a rule after your actions. The guys on Reddit shared their outings, and I chose the most interesting and translated for you. A pleasant reading!



1st In high school we had a drug project, and we had to prepare a presentation about a drug. It was also necessary to briefly tell about where and how it is produced (well there, grown or in the factory). But I was a little misunderstood how detailed this part needs to be revealed. In short, I spent almost an hour telling first-class students in detail how to make black heroin, supplementing my story with a presentation in PowerPoint. After my speech, they removed this task from the project.



2nd We had an unlimited coffee for employees at work. I worked for 3 weeks and a sign appeared near the coffee maker stating that one employee should not have more than 3 cups of coffee a day. P.S At the time, I was stuck, so I could only drink coffee. I drank 8 to 12 cups a day.



Three “From now on, men are allowed to wear business shorts in the office.” It was previously forbidden to come in shorts, but nothing was said about shirts. I had to come to the kitten one day and the rules changed immediately.



4 is When I was 12, I discovered the charms of masturbation. And like all the boys of that age, once I tried, I decided not to stop and trembled as soon as the opportunity appeared. One day, my father took me and my sisters to a hotel with a jacuzzi pool that was accessible directly from our room. It was already quite late, about 23 hours, shorter close to closing. I was sitting alone in the jacuzzi, all the curtains were stuck. And I thought - the perfect place and time to swing.  When I finished, I saw a hotel employee approach the pool, and he calmly asked me to return to the room because the pool was already closed. I left hoping I wasn’t caught in what I was doing. The next day, the jacuzzi was closed because a child supposedly sneezed in it and now there was a sink (no, it could have happened in principle, but I knew it could also be my fault). Somewhere after 1-2 months we stopped at the same hotel again and I found that the list of rules was added: "Don't masturbate in the jacuzzi." The fact is that the 12-year-old didn’t think I could have surveillance cameras in the pool, so yes... it was very uncomfortable.



5 is  In the vineyard where we celebrated our wedding, we are no longer allowed to celebrate weddings.



6 is “Students are prohibited from organizing, advertising, playing, watching or otherwise participating in any form of rammi (*card game), blackjack, Texas holdem, 5/7 card ctade (*stad - a type of poker), пай goo (*also a type of poker) or poker during the lunch break. Poker chips and cards are prohibited in school unless required for specific, pre-approved events or projects. Violation of this rule may result in exclusion and application to law enforcement for illegal gambling. “It was in high school, decades ago. Our first (and last) annual Texas Hold’em tournament, presented at Jr’s Bait Shop, was a stunning success.



7 is  In the library appeared a sign that states what is allowed and what is forbidden to do on the computer. And all because I enviously persistently restarted the comps of noisy children.



8 is Students were forbidden to jump out of the windows. 



9 is In my past job, I was crumbling indicators, and I was threatened that I should be stressed or I would be fired. But from my point of view, under the current procedure, the indicators requested could not be achieved. It turned out that I was right. Everyone agreed with me, but no one decided to make an offer. People simply continued to do as they did, then they simply adjusted the results of the system records, which created the appearance of the effectiveness of the working rules. I decided, fucking, that I would be fired anyway. And I documented everything I did in my own way, in the smallest details, and this proved: my option significantly accelerates the process. Eventually, I was set on fire, I provided my work, as well as evidence that the rest of the staff were engaged in the snooping. As a result, I was asked to clean up the processes in the entire department, I found numerous shortcomings and loss of efficiency in the processes that we implemented earlier, in order to speed up everything in times. I was also appointed to be responsible in a special "curator" department, which was not covered by the rules. We were given a blank card to fulfill our high priority tasks. Eventually I moved to another unit, but my method still works.



10 is  When I was in the 4th grade, we had a museum of wax figures in our school. We dressed like historical figures and performed with a presentation. My friend got to be Harry Houdini and he had bracelets. Since we’ve been there for decades, we’ve decided to binge and my friend has chopped the bracelets on me. And it was not a cheap plastic scarf, but real metal bracelets. In short, I got stuck, and three people tried to free me with a pumpkin knife. My sister later said that when they had this event, the use of handcuffs was banned. Thank you, Nathan, for arresting me then.



11 is Don’t sing “Bohemian Rhapsody” while working with a swab. The rule was born in public works.



12 is It is forbidden to bring tarantules to school.



Thirteen When I was in elementary school (class 2nd) I wanted to go to the toilet, but I was in a music class and the teacher sang under the guitar. But I still decided to approach her and go to the toilet, she was somehow upset. And from that moment on, she constantly reminded us not to go to the toilet while she was singing. I just didn’t want to get rid of it, lady.

You can’t wipe a person’s feet and wait for him to wipe your tears.

© Dmitry Sviridov

Postal Marks That Were Not In The Catalog

When I was a child, there were postcards in almost every home. These times were late in the summer, and now there is only one philatelist among the acquaintances. But what! If Tartakovsky from the Odessa Stories of Isaac Babel was called "a half Jedi", then Edik can safely be called "a half philatelist".

It can be a long story about him, but I will limit myself to one fact from his difficult life. He refused to go to Germany with his wife and children, because “Russian and Soviet marks are not needed there.” Since then, he has lived alone behind the massive steel doors of his Donetsk apartment. We talk to him via Skype several times a year. I call to see if he is alive or not. He calls when something is needed.

Last time I called a week ago. He urged me to send a thousand dollars. He said he would return two and a half in three months.
“Why do they ask you, I ask, to buy back from the chakras?
"No," he says, "there is a possibility to take two sheets of the 69-year Brežnev marks. No one knows exactly how much they are worth, but a thousand is iron. One sheet I will keep for myself, another I will sell in Moscow for five, and we will divide them in half.
Seven and a half thousand to you and a half to me is half? And I risk the money.
Okay, let you have two. And then I risk my life. It’s me going through the blockposts.
After five minutes, we gathered for two and a half and, having finished the earthly, moved to the highest:
What is the Brežnev Mark? I have never heard of such.
I could never hear. This brand is not even in the catalogue.
It does not happen.
It happens. Listen to here! Leonid Ilyich met with front friends twice a year. Not for the picture on TV, but for myself. Once, one of his friends complained that he had written a letter to the address: “Moscow, the Kremlin, L. I. Brezhnev personally,” and the answer did not come. Brežnev instructed the secretary to find out. The next day, the secretary that among the thousands of letters sent to the Secretary-General, one could have been lost. Therefore, for private correspondence, Leonid Ilyich will have a special address consisting only of a postal code and a box number. Like a defense factory. No names, no names. The new address will be notified to all persons on the list of friends. The reverse address of Leonid Ilyich will also not look so noticeable. Brejnev liked the idea and he even developed it: he asked to print a stamp with his portrait, so that it was immediately clear from whom the letter.

Why is the envelope not ready?
I have no idea. Probably forgot that there are such... So, the mark was printed in a printing of not 500, not 1000 copies. Since then, Leonid Ilyich on every personal letter pleased to paste "his" mark, sealed it and passed it to the secretary. The ordinary mail, of course, did not go. The address was delivered by the KGBeshnik and transferred to the opening and reading. After reading, it was removed under a signature on non-disclosure, sealed in a special package and sent to the archive. There these letters lie to this day... along with the marks. Cute philatelists know about them, but no one has them.

Where did they sail from?
“These two blocks of 10 marks were taken by an officer who commanded the cleaning of the Brezhnev cabinet after his death. He thought it was ordinary marks and took it for his son. His son did not like them, and he changed them with his classmate. In the summer, the classmate was sent to Mariupol to his grandfather - a philatelist, he took with him the marks he collected for the year. Grandfather was a small collector, but like any Greek, he had a good smell and developed sense of danger. In short, the brands, which did not appear in the catalogue, he took from his grandson and told only a few friends about the finding. I know this story from one of them, the earth is puffy to him. My grandfather died this spring, he was almost 100 years old. The heirs for the entire collection want a thousand dollars. The rest is probably rubbish, but this is a case where it is not worth negotiating.

How do you know they are not fake?
Paper, stamp, glue and toothpaste. A brand is a product of technology, everything must correspond to time and place. I am an expert in this. According to the story, this is a colorful vinyl portrait. In the photo I received it was exactly like that.
Can you take a photo of me?
“Simply,” said Edick and dropped off.

After two days of reflection, I was almost ready to risk my blood. Anyway, the extra money has not bothered anyone. The matter was small: something in the picture confused me, but what exactly I could not understand. On the third day I woke up in the middle of the night, opened Wiki’s article “Brezhev’s Prizes” and read that “Serp and Hammer” he received in 1961, the first “Golden Star” – in 1966, and the second – even ten years later in 1976. So, I said to myself, the third star on the 1969 mark can not be, somebody pairs a foul, my affair is on the side. With a light movement, he dropped a heavy load of doubts from his shoulders and instantly fell asleep.

Before, when I was told that Soviet education was the best in the world, I began to argue. Now I will be silent. I will not tell you that the knowledge of Brejnev’s biography, obtained not only for free, but also largely forcibly, can save you a thousand full-weight U.S. dollars. No one will believe it anyway.

P.S Gentlemen of Philadelphia! Specifically for you I posted the image of the “brand” at https://abrp722.livejournal.com/ in my Live Journal. You can go there, you can just press “Source”. You will also be offered the Brezhnevskaya-69.

Judging by Miller’s and Sechin’s salaries, only these two thought giants have the secret of extracting oil and gas from Russian subsoil. Disappear tomorrow these two titans, and with them this sacred knowledge will be lost forever.

I got my ears sick on vacation. They were put on the plane. A few weeks of treatment and this morning the hearing returned to me. As my body gradually got used to this condition, my hearing worsened. The alarm ringed louder than ever. In the car I heard a suspicious noise, people around were talking too loud, and I felt some discomfort from all this. And I remembered the story that happened to my fellow man many years ago.

At the end of the winter, Olya gradually began to lose hearing. Every day it got worse. In May, she had already re-written all of my lectures, because she just didn’t hear the lectures. And the conversation on the phone consisted of the phrases: A? Could it be louder?

Eventually, Olya enrolled with an otolaryngologist on Friday, after school.

On Monday, Olya all the first couple chews and rubs her eyes. Did you walk well yesterday? And here she tells:

“I went to the doctor on Friday, I complain that I don’t hear anything. He slips into my ear with some instrument and I feel, he begins to pull something out. I panicked that he found it in my ear. He also pulled into the second ladder. From there it pulls! and all. I hear. I hear it!! The doctor asks me: - and how long have you been walking with tampons in your ears? Judging by their condition for several months. And here it comes to me. On the winter holidays I went to visit my grandmother, where I fell ill. The temperature is high, the throat hurts and the ears start shooting. My grandmother called me. The doctor put something in my ears, told me to take it out in the evening. I took out the cotton, which was on top, and the turundos themselves with the medicine were there. I’ve been with them for almost half a year.

We laughed a long time. The joke happened.

Doctor, I hear badly.

Did you try to remove the watt from your ears?

I ask :

Why did you not sleep? Return of hearing?

No is no! Just now I hear so well that I can't sleep, then the water drops from the crane, then the neighbors on top walk. You just don’t know how the pigeons fall!