Even in an age of chaos and pandemics, most problems and fears disappear with inner freedom.

© Dmitry Sviridov

In Japan, it is difficult to be the wife of the head of the local administration.
This is due to their geological characteristics.

Natural disasters are frequent in Japan. The residents remain without their homes. You have to live in surviving school gyms, boarding houses, etc.
Even in tent towns.

According to the established tradition, in such cases, the head of the local administration must temporarily move to the disaster zone with his wife. And you have to choose the worst place (if you have to choose between a motel and a tent, it has to move into a tent). There should be a minimum of officials.

A poor Japanese is sitting with his wife in a tent. Sleeping in the sleeping bag. The wife pulls the gas balloon, boils the bowl. Hokim, sitting riding on a twisted cage, holds meetings with the Emergency Committee. And the beauty around: fresh air, the ocean.

Is he long sitting on the roof? Until the last victim is resolved. Sensei leaves the tent town last.

In Japan, the issues of the victims are resolved very quickly. It’s not about Japanese efficiency. Just in ancient times someone wisely decided: to the place of disaster to send an official must be together with his wife.

Because the official himself, alone, can live in the tent for a long time: the sachet will pull, start to roast the strawberries, the girlfriend will pull, fishing will arrange. Take a vacation in nature. Went to Glory. This is already accepted (think that many would not refuse to live in a tent near the ocean for a week or two).

But this woman will not give such happiness. She will eat her husband with little bites: tired of torching in the tent, the children are waiting, finish things quickly, you need to go home. And the officer, breathing, resolves questions quickly.

A very wise man lived in antiquity. He knew that sending one official was useless. Only with wife. He knew life and people.

On August 20, Merkel will come to Moscow to write a statement on the acceptance of work at Gazprom.

The closer the lines, the closer the lines.

I have heard a lot about the sluggish and strange spending on the wind of taxpayer money in Canada (https://www.anekdot.ru/id/1237831/) Especially impressed by the history of road construction. There are two middle-sized towns near Toronto: Kitchener and Guelph. Between them is a two-band regional road length of 18 kilometers. The road had long needed to be expanded and in 1989 (32 years ago) the government decided to build a new four-lane route parallel to the existing one. Over the past 32 years, about $120 million has been spent on 18 kilometers of the track. For comparison, the 251 km long four-band road in Crimea was built in 4 years and cost 166 billion rubles (about $10 million per kilometer). In Canada it gets cheaper – less than 7 million Canadian dollars per kilometer. But the problem is that in Canada the construction has not actually started yet. The money of taxpayers was first spent on the development of the project, then several years later on the development of a new project (the norms have changed), then on the new development, on the purchase of land, on the cleaning of the road from trees and shrubs every few years (they, the infestation, grow again)... Money continues to be regularly allocated, the road is about to be built... But the road is still there, the road exists only on paper.

P.S A couple of years ago, I told our beer financier about the Canadian track as an example of inefficiency and unprofessionalism. And this is what I heard in my response (in my authorized translation):
- Here you are a smart man, a scientist, and in budget affairs you need not a mind, but trick and years of experience, gained by sitting in the same chair of the same ass - in other words, trickiness. Any financier who makes budgets should be a trickster and have at least a couple of dozen such project tricks. This project is initially doomed to a long failure, because it has the ideal combination for the budget: it is necessary for society to be approved for financing with the allocation of funds to the budget, but not to live without it would be impossible - it means that its financing can be easily cut in case of budget cuts or redistribution in it in case of acute need. It should not be allocated too much, so as not to attract the attention of society and politicians, but also not too little, so that its reduction could shut down an unexpectedly emerging small budget hole from among those that regularly unexpectedly arise, such as forest fires, floods, droughts, epidemics... and the duration should be about 5 years - a little more than one term of government in power - so that politicians do not have the temptation to start and finish it in one term, earning political points. In other words, the project in the budget was sitting, sitting and going to sit, they want to perform it, but, as they say in Mexico, a mania. The main thing is not to bring the funding before the start of real construction, so that in case of suspension, journalists do not have the opportunity to photograph rotten stalls or crushed concrete with germinating bushes through it. And start it and successfully complete it at the moment when it is necessary to silence the growing rush of popular discontent such as rising unemployment in the medium term and when the government will remain in power for at least two terms: everyone will earn the premium, and the country will also be good.

Now everywhere is coveted, unemployment seems to grow - there is a chance on the road!

Of course I did it myself! Try to be born with rich parents. What, it does not work? Here I was able!

“You have to be rich,” my six-year-old son told me.

Maybe it takes a lot of work for that?

No is! The rich do not need to work, they just need to make money out of the workers.

P.S.: As a family investigation showed, in the summer, my grandmother’s child reached the “Unknown on the moon.”

Xxx: I worked in support of dnevnik.ru 10 years ago. This is such an electronic journal for schools + a social network of the type of VC. Users are mainly school employees, students and their parents.



Once I got the appeal of a girl who held on the resource a group of winged pony such colorful. She complained about a classmate who wrote all kinds of shit in this group. The founders of the groups did not have normal administrative rights at the time, so she could not entertain him in the group herself.



In general, we didn’t get into such settings, but I looked at the message of this guy with interest. It turned out that he spammed in all discussions and on the wall with some foolish pictures, wings of all participants matte, all sorts of dirt watered the multi-colored pony and their fans. In short, I did not like his behavior, so I wrote a guy on behalf of the administration in the official language, asked not to behave there and... was sent naked.



After realizing that the war in correspondence I can not win, I took a screenshot of the message, after finding the profile of a good leader (it is easier simple on such a resource) and handed over the hooligan. The next day, I received a message from a minor ugly that I was a fucking knocker and pidaras. So I took a screenshot again and re-wrote to the class leader + the boy’s parents.



After a few hours, he sent a message to apologize, and he was no longer in the group of pony, as far as I know (I occasionally looked at it). I remember feeling more satisfaction from winning over a nine-year-old boy :)



Yyy: You won’t a nine-year-old boy, but a hatred larvae who thought it was fun to offend people and spoil their mood, and felt her impunity. It is worthy of respect.

Xxx: By the will of fate, I was brought to my mother at the age of 6 to work, to sit in her office and not light up until lunch. The office is not direct to her. There were 5 people sitting there. of accounting)



And here I sit in the corner far from my mother, there was only free, I draw, I look out the window, I tick in the calculator, I pick up the wooden bills. And he enters. The Director. The look immediately falls on me.



Director: Oh, who is here with us? In fact he knew.

I: It’s me... No, who?) is



Who is your mother here?

I: Well he’s sitting, doesn’t it look like it? But my grandmother said I went to Daddy’s breed more. I only got a beard from my mom. But she understands nothing of us. How do I look like my dad when I’m a girl?



Mom was sitting on the red tomato, and the other women were either crying or laughing. The director laughed, gave someone the documents brought and left with the words "and you will not argue"). At home, of course, my mother bothered me that I answered the whole director. I am in this situation for the first time. Improved as I could.

The incident occurred at a peak hour in the traffic jams. A little distracted and rattled in the farcop in front of the car, slightly pushing it. The driver comes out, he is bleeding from his nose... I am in panic: what to help, an ambulance? He says, “I knocked my finger in my nose and you pushed me. They went away and went away.)

He was on the right path, but in the wrong direction.

If an organization is stable and financially funded, regardless of the results of the work, then most likely it is a public service.
It is not effective by definition. In any country. Today is history on the subject.

In the quiet center of Toronto, on a low hill, there is a complex of buildings. It is paid from the budget. This kind of educational company. The leadership there is not coincidental. Someone’s relatives or golf partners. It changes frequently, passing time to better appointments. He behaves accordingly. The main thing for all these youthful and energetic puzzles is visual agitation. The walls are praised with assurances about the fight against racism and the benefits of tolerance. They meet once a week. On the subject of even more bending before any angry schoolchildren. Green energy is like the earth’s compass. As the great Greta said.

And everything would be fine, but six years ago in this office began to get huge water bills. No, there were no problems with paying (the balloons were public), but somewhere a year later they began to get rid of them from above. It seems like it is not in the order of this office to pay for the water pipeline for 20 thousand, instead of the previous three. The boss reacted as he could. I ordered beautiful laminated posters on water-saving in the printing office and attached them to each washing machine. The water did not stop running.

The next one is state. At first, he blamed all the visitors. The cranes do not close. And, having grabbed the state’s mouth, he pulled out unshakable funds to replace all the water piping cranes (and their hundreds of three) with sensory cranes. which they themselves close. and. Strange, but the water bills even increased slightly. The guilty also soon fell.

The third savings fighter blamed the swimming pool for everything. They often change the liquid environment. And he drove funds to a new chemical treatment station, allowing the water not to be changed at all. Adding renovation costs and weekly chemicals costs to your water bills. Which have not changed. But the boss reported as needed, for which he was immediately transferred to another feeder.

The new Chubais, which replaced him, found that a lot of money goes to the batteries to the touch cranes. Yes, and the cranes themselves broke once a quarter (strange, like they were not taken from the washing machine, but from China. The price of Swiss
And therefore, the funds were ripped out again, and all the cranes (and toilet slugs - what to say!) Replaced by sensors. Not with batteries, now with batteries! They were powered by the light batteries that stood there. It would seem like a victory!
Anne is not.
The cranes stopped working immediately after the contractors left. Because they forgot that one of the previous bosses installed in the toilets and shower sensors, which extinguished the light after the visit. The solar cells did not work in the dark. And the water? The water continued to flow somewhere.

The problem was passed on to another warrior. Which, without thinking, connected the connections, and found funding for the greenest of projects. To power the batteries, all switches were replaced with network and all lights were replaced with LEDs. Everything is managed through the internet...

It is possible that everything would continue to develop. Suddenly an epic event happened. Accidental contractors, digging something nearby, found water leaking from the pipe serving our office. After the repair, the cost has returned to normal.

The irony is that this flow did not come out of the surface. Six years passed by the road. Right on the asphalt in front of the main office. Every day, twice a day, the wise leaders and executive subordinates of this same shark traveled. Worried about water costs.

And where did so many artistic gymnastics experts come from? There were normal immunologists.

Why do you think the impotents are so rushing to power? Of course for gifts!

I have a companion. With a difficult destiny. Taxi for a while. A couple of times I went with him in some affairs, and noticed that on the shelf under the barracks (there are such, open, on the Vasovsky "seven" seems) lies with him Tomik E. Blavatsky. Such a thick, with a beautiful throwing strap. Surprisingly, it lies on top and is not overwhelmed by different ones. Lie for a long time. A few months. And my companion is a man purely grounded, practical, never "esoteric" (well in the sense that all kinds of searches there for Great Teachers and no less Great Goals are not his, of course). And here, you are Blavatsky!
On the other hand, the alien soul is dark. I was interested. Be careful, Kiev on Tomic:
Does it help time pass?
“No,” he said, “I have time to give. It helps to get earned.
In none of the schemes that revolve in the head and related to "getting earned" Tomik Blavatskaya did not fit in any side. Comrade, seeing my confusion, smiles:
- You know, there are sometimes such... luck that do not want to pay. “Oh, brother, I forgot the money, then...” Or the fingers start to shake, “Do you know who I am?” This is where Blavatsky helps.
Is it how? I was completely confused.
- Well, how, I lean, I take the tomic and without scope but from the heart to the fucking of it, to the fucking! And, you won’t believe, immediately the money is there, and the fingers stop swinging. Elena Petrovna helps sometimes.
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I recently drove a taxi in another city. I see, too, Tomic is on the shelf. The same gaps. and only (!!!) The Anglo-French dictionary And the taxi driver, which is typical, the Southern is obvious, but neither from the south of France, Central Asia is unambiguous.

These taxis are taxis!!! to

Following the fall in vegetable prices, the European Union the successful implementation of its other initiatives: increasing the light day by summer and warming the sea by the holiday season.

Interesting psychology.
Did you know that introverts are much better at hiding than extroverts?

38 years ago, at the International Film Festival in Denmark, the first place was taken by the Soviet cartoon "A dog lived". And in 2012 at the Suzdal Festival of animated film this cartoon was recognized as the best of the last 100 years. On it grew up more than one generation of children, and the phrases of Dog and Wolf have long become winged. Many interesting moments remained behind the frame: viewers are unlikely to know that in the first version of the cartoon the wolf looked quite different, and the name did not miss the censorship.
The fairy tale "Sirko" the future cartoonist Eduard Nazarov read as a child, and 30 years later it again fell into his hands. At that time he was an artist at the All-Union animation studio "Sojuzmultfilm". He later told me:
At first glance, the story is completely unnoticeable. It is very short, only 15 lines. But there was only one expression: “I’m singing!” and I got caught up with it. I began to think about what life the wolf had, what the dog had when they were young... Well, and so things gradually unfolded.”
The preparation process was very serious and long. In the 1970s. Nazarov frequently visited his army friend in the small Ukrainian town of Tsurupinsk, which then resembled a large village. According to the director, the "mood and smell", which created the unique atmosphere in the cartoon, came from there. And to create drawings of clothes, household appliances, dishes and other important little things, Nazarov went to ethnographic museums, including the famous Pirogov.
The final strike in creating the atmosphere and colour of the Ukrainian village was music, which the director made at the Institute of Folklore and Ethnography of the Academy of Sciences of the USSR. Employees gave Nazarov a magnetophone coil with recordings of Ukrainian songs collected by ethnographs in the villages. The song "Oh there, on the mountain", which sounded in the cartoon, probably everyone remembers. But few people know about what it sounds like in the performance of the folklore collective "Tree". At the same time, its participants did not even suspect that this song was chosen for the cartoon, and that soon their voices will be heard by the whole Union.
One of the participants of the “Drevo” group, Nadezhda Rozdabar, said: “Even in 1958, the folklore collector Vladimir Matvijenko came to us from the Kiev Conservatory. We gathered in a local club with young families: I and my husband, Fedor, Zagorulki, Malyshenki. Under the guidance of Galina Popko, several songs were sung. Matvienko listened, and two years later he touched us again. From that moment on, we officially started acting as a collective.”
In 1982, they recorded 24 songs at the recording studio "Melody", and in the same year came out the cartoon "A dog lived", in which this composition sounded, which became a complete surprise for the participants of the musical team.
Initially, the timing of the film was 15 minutes. However, the material had to be reduced - due to disagreements with the head of the studio "Sojuzmultfilm" the director had to cut several scenes: "I wanted the story to be clearly told, but in the end, some things turned out to be short-talk. For example, a scene where a wolf and a dog are sitting on a mountain and crawling to the moon would like to be made longer. In general, a lot of things could be extended purely psychologically.” The original title of the animated film was changed - "Life of a Dog". It seemed too suspicious to the management – what does the author hint?
The appearance of the wolf has changed. Initially it was planned that he would be voiced by the famous actor Mikhail Ulyanov, but he at the time was busy shooting and refused. Then invited Armene Jigarhanyan, but here it turned out that the appearance of the character disharmonizes with his voice. The wolf had to be repaired. As a result, Wolf turned out to be so similar to Jigarhanyan that Nazarov even began to worry:
“When Jigarhanyan first entered the tone studio, sketches of the main characters were laid out on the piano. I see the dull Armene Borisovich – well, the real Gorbatchay from “The Meeting Place cannot be changed!” He approached the piano and looked at the same wolf I painted. I thought that Jigarhanyan would now offend and kill me. But he looked and cried, “What, nothing. A good wolf. Let us work!”
The dog was voiced by Georgy Burkov, who then again worked together with Jigarhanyan on the soundtrack of the cartoon "The Adventures of the Pig Funtik".
The premiere of the cartoon in 1982 produced a real furor. A year later, it was evaluated in Denmark, Poland, Yugoslavia and Australia. "A dog has lived" is still not losing its popularity among children and adults. When the director was asked what he sees as the secret of such a popularity of the cartoon, he replied:
“Cinema is madness. For yourself, write pictures or communicate using the computer. And when making a movie, you have to think that the viewer doesn’t fall asleep on your movie.”

After a lecture for HR specialists, one of the listeners asks the speaker:
Interviews take a lot of time. Tell me, how can you as quickly as possible determine which person in front of you is an idiot or a normal?
of course. Ask him a simple question. For example: "It is known that Cook made three trips, during one of which he died. During what exactly?”
Can you give another example? I had a bad time with geography at school.

Xxx: I drove a long time ago in the tram late in the evening.

The conductor (woman) and the driver (man) were arguing about something through the door of the cabin for a while. After this, the conductor forcefully blocked the door and the evil went to collect passengers who entered during the dispute.

And then the driver in the microphone says: People forgive me. I love you very much!

The eyes of the conductor with tears of happiness and smiling such a kindness of passengers I still remember.