In 1987, a struggle broke out around one school. No, not one on one and not even a dozen on a dozen, but on both sides more than a thousand young boys. Approximately six hundred technicians and the same, and maybe more, from the city where this technician was located. In general, the passion boiled, the stucco broke...
How can we stop such a fight when there was neither Omona nor Sobra yet? If only by army units or gathered from all over the city. Everything was done by one man. Fitzgerald Technical College. A former military who passed hot spots. Go through the crowd with hysterical screams – Atas! The Mint! Ride the nails! The soldiers! His panic was caught and everything resolved by itself. People fled everywhere, in communities and in houses. The man in the army understood that not only the courage of the city takes, but also panic.

How to stop the riots in America?
It is possible to tell the white people.

The son went to high school and decided to ask him about a new learning experience with a lot of new teachers. I liked the story of the teacher:

Captain of the second rank, sniper, c. m. s. in sambo, veteran of Punic wars, owner of a purple belt in parachute jumps. Those who will behave well will teach the art of killing by pressing on secret points, the rest will become a guide for learning...The most conservative subject, it seems.

Beginning of the 90s. of Moscow. 8 am in the morning.

My husband and I went out to work for an American.

A: Where can I drink coffee?

We: Nothing, restaurants will open at 12 a.m.

A: If you open a coffee shop, you will become a millionaire.

We are: ha ha)))

If you are given a victory, it loses all meaning.

© Dmitry Sviridov

One day at a lecture, the cosmonaut Valentina Lebedev was asked:
What is Gagarin’s action?
The cosmonaut Lebedev breathed, looked gently at the listeners and replied:
Have you seen the 10th floor?
Everybody cried.
Imagine that it’s all fuel. You sit in a small ball. And down there they burn with the words: Jura, you will definitely come back, we counted everything.

You know, when I was 18, I wanted a girl to take care of her, kiss her, play something together, love me and let her love me in response.
After a couple of years of relationship, I realized I didn’t want a girlfriend, but a dog.

We are hiring a new driver. Every day I ride with him, show shopping points, get acquainted with employees, tell what to do.

He loves to talk, he tells something all the way.

I used to be a driver at the company. That was a firm.

I took as much gas as I wanted, no one controlled it.

The car was washed for free, almost every day.

The cold batteries they had were not taken into account, not what you have, the whole garage I have overwhelmed with them.

The boxes were also single-use.”

Why was he fired?

It is closed, the company is bankrupt.

Correctly in SMS from banks write - do not tell anyone this one-time password. I yesterday and lost some of my money. It was a woman, but it was unpleasant.

Director: Karina, work hard this month, you will get a good prize.

I: How good is it in rubles?

D: I will not hurt you!

I: – Ivan Ivanovich, do you consider yourself a businessman? The businessman?

D is yes.

I: - So you decided to order materials from a new company and ask them to send a price. And they say to you, “Do not be afraid, we will not destroy.”

The fish did not answer, the director laughed and left. He didn’t give me the prize, but I worked as usual, not hard. But since then he has called me “This Jewish Girl” and colleagues “Karina – Kui na***sh.”

Getting rid of insomnia is very easy.

First you need to get rid of the mess.

A new school year has begun. The rules of attendance and reading of lectures are regulated by the consumer supervision. The other geniuses. established the following. The lecturer sits in the same audience and reads a lecture on a webcam. Students in the breakdown sit in another neighboring audience and watch a lecture on the screen. A phone call rings, everyone goes out to the common hallway and discusses the material. And someone, of course, goes to the common toilet for everyone. To go to the audience after the break, observing the distance there. About how they then go together in buses and in the subway you can not even tell. How is this marriage called? It’s a pity when the rules of your life are set by idiots.

Grandma, where is my icons?
On anthrax.
What is Antresol?
What is Icos?

If anyone had told me this, I’t believe there were such people.

And most importantly, they are so proud of their trick that they rush to boast about their feats.



A friend promised me to help, but first I needed to help him, take him for a moment, to work, and then he will be free all day.  Bringed and so that I wasn’t so bored to wait in the car, we went to the house together. Maybe the hole I will give him, the matter will go faster, we will be freed faster.  Construction in a private house, work different brigades, different directions in different rooms, all do their own. To accept from each final work and pay, why the friend and came, to finish - to surrender, to receive payment.



I help to get faster, a friend tells me what to do, I run from room to room to check that everything is okay. The owner stands in the room and watches. Then he asks me to leave his shoulder bag in the room. So that she doesn’t bother me while I’m running there, here.

In my bag I have money, documents, car keys, how to throw it in a strange house with a stranger? Polite refused, said that let him hang, it does not bother me. And he responds.



"And you're a good guy, you don't throw the bag... And before you I had a sanitary brigadier, I came to launch the boiler. He left and dropped his bag on the table. I looked there, and there were the money cuts lying.  And he took three thousand from him, and with him he paid with his money.  It is his own fault. The horse! It went great.”



And rushing, pleased with yourself. I found nothing to answer. My friend prepared everything, gave up the job.

He paid as agreed. And we left. On the way, he told the owner’s story.

His friend immediately put him on the blacklist of his mobile phone. said

“Better not to deal with bad people.”

And I totally agree with him.

My father ran away from work and turned on the TV. Repeat a football match. I laid a cup of beer on the table.

And I was first class in the first shift, I watched the match on the air and I said to him:

Our team will lose 2-0.

I had to wash the floor in the apartment twice.

I do not like spoilers.

A call from an unknown number. I take. The male voice in the tube: "The boss is dead", and immediately goes to some work issues. I suddenly wake up, trying to catch out which boss is talking about. I ask.

It turned out that he had such a name - Died.

There was a foolish seller in the box.

He always made a plan. The management decided to look at his work.

In the morning, he comes to the office, opens the telephone directory at the place where he stopped the day before and tumblingly calls the list:

Do you need tubes? No is? Sorry I am sorry.

Just like a machine.

He listened and then asked:

Have you tried to change something?

What for example?

For example, ask, “What about your acquaintance?”

– Oh! It is an idea! The manager said.

The following month it doubled sales.

What is a good discussion about nothing? There is no need to summarize at the end.

The real story.
This happened in the metro of the "cultural capital" ten or fifteen years ago.
Whether she noticed a group of Roma descending on the escalator in the subway, or if she complained of passengers, but she took a microphone and announced: "At the station a Roma camp, be careful." Nothing unusual at all. Simple human care for passengers.

The Gypsies disappeared. They are not in the first. But there was a fighter for rights, one of those who pray, the forehead is broken, who learned about it and went to complain to everyone in a row: the press, the management of the metro, except that he didn't have time to get to the sportlot. To say, racism, humiliation of human dignity on a national basis, etc., with all the stops. The management of the metro responded that it conducted an investigation, resolved. Yes, such a case had occurred. There was nothing offensive or degrading in the announcement. Moreover, it urged citizens to be careful and sensitive, so that the passengers do not unintentionally break the subtle mental balance of the representatives of the people who suffered from the tsarist and Soviet regimes, and still suffer from the future, shamelessly left without supervision things or unconsciously displayed jewelry of yellow metal. Well, if human rights activists think that calling a person a Roma is the same as calling him a thief and a fraudster... So sorry, this is just racism.

Sorry, sorry, there was no such thing, the pen itself wrote as it should be, if in the place of the leader a decent and courageous man. But unfortunately, in reality, everything is as usual: than advocating for your honest employee, it is easier to go to the cause of the throatmen and not to hit your head with such little things. The guard was deprived of the prize, it was that an explanatory work on respect for minorities was carried out.
Unfortunately, such a harsh prose of life.

However, thankful passengers... No, not passengers, of course, simply, whether on the forum, or in the subway enthusiasts community, when discussing this story, someone whispered that it would be good to compensate for the loss of the prize... Word for word, and they collected money, managed to find that duty and pass.
It was enough for the bouquet.
It is a bull.

What kind of cocktail is this?
This is the coconut urine.
The coconut doesn’t feel at all.