What, father, are the visas given to you?
For whom is the visa...

It just doesn’t get your money in excess. Other people’s money is full.

On January 27, precisely on the Birthday of Pavel Petrovich Bažov, a holiday was organized at our mining department.
First, they paid a prize of 14,300 in honor of the writer’s anniversary – 143 years he knocked (by).
Second, they arranged a buffet with shrimp, shrimp cookies and other supermarket gifts for employees.
And now, when everyone had begun to take off the dishes, the wet silhouette of the guard, the old man Propoich, as we called him, was painted in the door.
His years were not too many, but the nickname was attached intentionally. Probably because of lifestyle.
Sitting next to me, he whispered: “In the midst of a loud ball,” followed by a drunken maternal rhythm, from which it followed that he drowned the service gun an hour ago. “Accurate, listen, in a non-freezing pond on the outskirts of the mine management,” he explained, imitating P. P. Bažova. I wondered how it happened. He pictured his hand and said, “Yes, goose-lobby.” It turned out that he decided to hunt the ducks, which this year remained to winter, began to sing Rosenbaum's song "Duck", tears began to stifle him and shake his eyes, the hand was frightened and at the time of wiping tears the pistol slipped out and "blowed into the muddy waters, going straight to the bottom with a stone," he told me.
I was surprised and immediately told a couple of employees about the incident. Those - the rest, and soon all our trouble fell on the bridges - to look at the loss "in the muddy waters". The water was indeed muddy, and some were heavily inclined to look at the bottom, and the head of the fleeting shop leaned so much that he even “feed” the fish. Here I felt such a familiar tick under the ribs, as gently, but strongly. Next to her was a bright Lisa.
"Well, don't brake, Tventin, her smile drew me no worse than a magnet, I pulled to her, but after returning the kiss, she continued. You have a separate...
I broke her and rushed for the magnet. The rope was found at the workshop. And I, attaching one end to the hook of the magnet, and the other to the perils, asked the old man Propoich, where exactly he folded the weapon. He shrugged his hand, pointing to the right of the bridges. I dropped the magnet and pulled it. “A net came with one tin,” the old man Propoich quoted behind his back. Although there was no tin on the magnet pulled out, but a pair of coins: modern 2 rubles and 50 rubles 1993 gv. “Oh,” Propoich said, “give me now.”
But I gave the magnet to Lisa, she threw it slightly to the left and pulled out the steel ceiling from the glasses, 2 coins of 10 rubles and an incredible size nail. “H,” said the head of the float, ran and returned with his magnet on a rope. Here and other employees were interested in what was happening, building up in a row - to throw a magnet to try their luck. A bunch of pulled iron objects grew, everyone was enthusiastic about the process, and the upset and forgotten old man Propoich, dragging into his body, fell asleep sadly on the couch near the entrance, dropping his moustaches and tired eyelids.
Having picked up a handle from an old coal coal, I suddenly said, "What if the gun doesn't magnetize?"And immediately some used to google, and some began to vociferously prove that guns are magnetic.
At this time, the HMG "flown" on the bridges, so we call the director's wife behind the eyes, because she often sunbaths on stones in the summer.
- What are you throwing out the weapons? - she asked without prejudice and pulled out of the bag of PM Propoich. He was sitting on the table completely unattended.
Magnetic fishing continued, despite the discovery of the missing, - the hazard that encompassed the employees, joined the team much stronger than the official fisherman.
And we gathered the little stuff before leaving the mountain, pouring it on the table of Propoich - for beer in the morning.

HMG - Master of the Copper Mountain

Yesterday Dmitry Anatolyevich gave up and he did not say anything like that.

Xxx: I told the kids about democracy in the evening, by organizing voting for what movie to watch and what pizza to order. Then I chose the movie and the pizza myself, because I only had the money.



YYY: It is a dictatorship. Democracy is a little different.

It was necessary to secretly question each child, and then announce that the majority of votes had ordered a pizza and provided a pleasant bathe film.

And when the deception would be uncovered, to declare that nothing like this, the counting of votes went honestly and smoothly.

And whoever is dissatisfied will eat the shells of the pizza standing in the corner for discrediting the power.

The most worthy victory is to prevent conflict.

Childhood

I go home somehow from training... And I see in one of the streets a huge tree with silk. The branches are straight to the ground, and on them mature, until falling from the smallest wind, berries. I did not endure. I am standing and starving. And here comes by a decent sailor with his son. The child looked at me and pulled himself to the branches. My mom said, “Are you mad? They are dirty, now we will go to the store, I will buy you, we will wash at home and you will eat. Never, you hear, never do like this uncle. These are microbes, they can kill you!The child breathed and looked with regret at his uncle, whom, according to his mother’s version, the terrible microbes had already been drawn by the foot into the straw and there to eat. And the uncle was frozen, with his mouth filled with berries and leaves. My childhood passed before my eyes.

You wake up, grabbed bread, sausage, and a knife. My mother cried, “I will kill you.” You scratch yourself in the finger. With your hand behind your back, a barrel, on the wall, you go out on the street. The whistle talks on the hair.

You glue it with the glue PVA, above the roadster. The important thing is that my mother doesn’t know. Because it will hit. On Barcy Street. Eat a sandwich for two. You are brotherly, you are brotherly. The sandwich is falling. According to the law of wickedness, the sausage down. But in our childhood, there was still the law "fastly raised is not considered to have fallen." You cut off the sausage, you continue to eat with Barry. He jumped to his friends. They played warriors. You were kicked out of the roof. Once on 15. The survivor was what. You sit and dress as a traveler. They made a tarzan. You are the most courageous, you have been plunged ahead of everyone. You land face to face in the store. You break your nose, break your lips, scratch your teeth. Blood rushes through the fountain. Picking a traveler in the nose.

The important thing is that my mother doesn’t know. It will kill. My grandfather and sister made a roof. It is when a person sleeps, you stretch over him a slate and say “the ceiling falls!” I spent three days on the lip. I tried to eat cora. Grandfather walked down with a rod, bubbling, “Hey, the shovel would be good now.” I bet on the bet. Three on a bicycle. Someone’s leg was knotted with a chain, someone crossed the steering wheel. Not everything has reached the destination. The combat losses. Along the way, they struck cucumbers, tomatoes and peppers from the colloquial field. Most importantly, at home in the garden, everyone has their strawberries.

The trophies taste better. At the bet you break the watermelon on the knee or on a stone. Without a knife and a fork. You sit satisfied, sticky, all in peanut seeds. The flies on your head are licking watermelon juice. I bet with the boys that you’ll swim over the bet.

You have been swimming for three days. Rescue a man on a boat. You sit down, spit off the frogs and frogs, and pray that they don’t tell your mother. My mother drowned herself. Dried up, burned the fire. There were ammunition and shiffers. Buried in Oregon. After the "shooting" was carried out on the plateau, that is, with a blade on the ground. The enemy does not sleep, you raise your ass - they will fall. Throwing the potatoes into the fire.

They were eaten together with peelings and heads. In the evening we went to bring the neighbor’s cherry. The neighbor dropped the dog. The dog bitten his ass and heels. Good afternoon, we haven’t seen each other for a long time. The grandmother drove home and licked a stick on the hill. You thought, “Fig with him, just don’t talk to Mom. My mom will bite. In short, we were not afraid of any microbes as a child. The microbes were afraid of us. I was only afraid of my mom.

My mom will beat!

Maxim Melnik

Under the government of Russia will launch a center for the development of artificial intelligence.
...and it is clear: with the natural somehow does not come together...

The most massive Christian act was committed by the Japanese.
They forgave the Americans two nuclear strikes.

Added Smollett’s story about graduation and silence with the analysis of weddings, so to say two in one.
I read these stories and immediately inspired memories.
I am a young man, I am twenty-five years old, all my friends have already married, have children, only Solomon has crashed from one bed to another.
Most of the newly-written wives of my friends had a negative attitude towards me. I was gradually and imperceptibly refused to visit their homes because they thought I was affecting my friends disruptively.
I was upset, but what fucking worse? I can’t find a friend for my whole life.
The selection of brides begins.
This doesn't fit, she left my mate to me, the second gave up when I took the debt to her boyfriend, the third direct master of sex sports, and I realized that the result was only achieved by hardworking training with different partners, and not the fact that she would leave the big sex after marriage, and the fourth on the second date moved into my apartment and dental accessories and a bunch of her underwear.
The search lasted half a year.
And this is how I thought I found her!
The dancer, the graceful figure, the blue eyes and the gentle look, the fifth course of the universe, and most importantly, held the siege of Solomon for four days as the fortress of Mosad against the Romans, though embarrassingly one, she switched to me after an unfortunate love and a break with her boyfriend with whom she had been in contact for about three years.
I began to represent her as my bride and again became a man of hand in the houses of married comrades.
Since youth passed into the late nineties, the circle of communication was diverse, mints, sportsmen, bandits, businessmen, students and so on.
We wanted to eat, so in parallel with the training we carried the pieces from Trabzon and Rize through Batumi, and covered the shops on the substances markets.
A couple of times we saved two thieves in the market from the mass murder, after which they went into their company.
I must say they were a colorful couple. Two brothers, who grew up in Bogatyanovka in the same court with the thief who was still sitting under Stalin, naturally had their upbringing was still that, talk on the fence, life by concepts, but with certain principles, they had their own code of honour. If they respected me and my girlfriend, I introduced her to the bride.
We visited them three times, and Tanya’s name got deep in their brains and became associated with me.
They looked like movie characters, the older brother bald by the name of Phantomas, the younger by the name of Turk.
I became more and more attached to Tana, for three months of almost daily meetings, walking to the left reduced to a minimum, and even the inner voice that quietly inside doubted the correctness of the choice I was stifled with good thoughts about family life and about what I now have like everyone, honorable and noble!
After leaving Tanya to get my diploma, I went to the sea.
On the sea, at the end of the rest, I met a girl with a spotted figure, clear eyes and a beautiful voice, from the sound of which my radar immediately adjusted to work.)
On the third day of my acquaintance, I caught myself in the thought that I had never remembered Tanya, and all my thoughts were about Natasha, and that the wedding I had only imagined with her, and especially that she lived away from me in three stops.
Realizing that it is necessary to forge the iron while it is hot, I literally a couple of months later made her an offer, especially Tanya disappeared unnoticedly from my life, returning to my beloved.
The day of the wedding!
Everyone was invited!
The bridegroom was invited:
- two of my older comrades, the Jewish brothers Solomon and Marik, who gave me money for a new costume and gave me their Mercedes, just expelled from Germany;
- the brothers thieves Phantomas and the Turks, who have just brought a splashed service for twelve persons, plus a box of Turkish liquors just as splashed;)
- two mints, also athletes, who gave Shivaki's telecome, a view and a police bowl;
- athletes colleagues in the number of 10 people;
Doctors, Chinese translator, professional singer
- Many relatives from the village including Mom and Dad;
On the side of the bride was present not so many relatives and several students of law, classmates of the bride.
The wedding was fun, nobody stressed anyone, only I was nervous that every guest after the congratulations shouted bitterly!
The wedding was singing and dancing, the guests were already knitting their noses and their wedding was not worried because there was a sea of alcohol and snacks on the tables.
The toast finally came to the brothers.
I have to say that Phantom's voice was loud and loud, and his vision was weak, and at events he usually did not wear glasses.
After tapping the fork on the glass, he called everyone to attention, took more air into his chest and issued a phrase.
Dear Solomon and Tanya!
The audience was astonished, because the bride's name is Natasha!) But he did not notice anything and went on.
On this solemn wedding day...
And then he captured the voice of my future aunt-who is Tanya? Her name is Natasha, and she is my daughter.
Everyone began to rust, after a few seconds until the Phantom came that he cut, and he decided to fix the situation as he thought it was right.)
So is Solomon! Now tell us where did you fuck Tanya?
The public went out!
There were tears in my bride’s eyes, she looked at me and asked, “What is Tanya?”
I replied as it seemed to me very convincing that I do not know what they are talking about.
She seemed to believe me.)
The word was taken by the younger brother of Turok and after the verse laughed, congratulated us with this holiday.)
The toasts continued, the bride calmed down, and it seemed to me that she had already forgotten everything, and then the uncle on the side of the bride could be seen digesting the information in the alcohol-torn head, asked me - the son-in-law, and what kind of shit was this bald man talking about?)
I quietly poured him a glass of vodka, he immediately forgot his question, drank and went to the nirvana.
The wedding went in its turn, the guests from the cafe went out to smoke and then a couple of people in treniques, shuffles and stickers came to them, turning to the athlete named Fedy with the order to quickly wire to the table and take out two bottles of vodka in order to avoid problems.
Fedea told my friends this loudly, they were already preparing to go out but Phantomas and the Turks were ahead of them, and when I and my friends went out the street, the blacks were lying under the bark in a knock-out, and the brothers were pleased.
Solomon, do you know that a wedding without a fight is not a wedding? It is good that you did not fight with your friends and these passengers appeared, so all the traditions are observed.
I agreed with them!
Yes, the wedding took place in the best traditions, and everything was honorable and noble, and we still live together!)
Once, when we already lived ten years and after the next painting of the wife’s car I long and ugly mocked, she quietly asked, “You probably regret that you fuck Tanya and marry me?”
Anger and anger immediately disappeared, I realized that my choice was right, and I replied that not.
She never reminded me of it again.)

Have you ever played home porn?
No, Mr the leader.
Your answer is understandable. Now the correct answer. Attention to the screen.

We are with you forever. Tax Service of Russia.

Once, in the late 1990s, I had to actively regain physical shape – and for this wonderfully suited daily long runs along the Volga, and in the winter – skiing walks in the forest. And since I am aesthetic in my soul, I was terribly embarrassed by the garbage left by people after their trips on the shore or on the grasslands. And I curved, running past the batteries of the bottles, and rattled unhappy, looking at the rolling bags. One Saturday summer evening, when I started running, I saw a teenage company sitting on the sidewalk and drinking beer. A number of empty bottles stood at their feet. When I returned from the run, there was already another company there – the boys were having fun by throwing the empty bottles (which were left of the previous run) down to the Volga. The bottles crashed around the concrete of the shore, and the fragments flew in all directions, glowing joyfully in the sunset. It was beautiful, ah...
Having told myself that fools are polluting nature, I rushed home. The next morning, while running, I saw a 10-year-old boy jumping on the same parachute. And one of them went down and flew on the same pieces that were thrown up the day before. In general, his leg was scattered significantly - everything from the hip to the foot was in blood. Roof, scream - and only thanks to the fact that young men were resting nearby, who had a cell phone, it was possible to call an "ambulance" to hospitalize the unhealthy boy.
Well, for me, it remained an eternal reproach – because I could at least try to stop breaking the bottles (although I doubt the teens would listen to me as a 20-year-old). Moreover, since then I have not hesitated to throw away the bottles left by the idiots – and I don’t care who looks at me. It is just surprising why people are not able to carry a pack of bottles to the garbage tank themselves – just 100 meters away. And, by the way, I’m not the only one – another man aged “under 50” generally goes to the beach with crawlers: cleansing the beach from garbage (not at work, he also likes to rest in a clean space, like me).
In general, I, of course, understand that around people are completely cultural, but I still want to ask picnic lovers: please throw the garbage into the garbage tank %0

What percentage of domestic production in your new car?
Somewhere 66%
It is great! What are the specifics and details?
and estimate.

If you talk about your money on the phone, they are fraudsters. Never discuss financial issues above a thousand rubles with anyone on the phone (determine the amount yourself). This rule will protect you from fraudsters.



YYY : thank you! My wife called and asked what to order for delivery. It was more than 1000₽, so I sent it! Oh the fraudster!

Thanks for the advice!

xxx: Once in the kitchen of a hostel in Washington participated in discussing the contribution of different nations to the victory in World War II. There were interesting stories from the French, Americans... You won’t even mention them all – 24 years have passed. But two guys from Tahiti were especially distinguished. They seriously explained that it was the Tahitians who made the main contribution to the victory - their Woody witches spoiled Hitler, and as a result he committed suicide. A few days later, Germany surrendered. Chess and Mat.



YYY: Have you waited for so many years, shit?? to



zzz: Wizards manou have been picked up for caste throughout Germany.

When I was in high school, I was afraid to stay home alone. To overcome her fear, she wore her father’s shoes, laughed loudly and sang bass songs. It seemed to me that if thieves, robbers, and fabulous wickedness would hear me, they would be frightened and would not enter the house. Threateningly, she sang songs of different repertoire, or more accurately, only two: the "Hymn of the Soviet Union" and "In the forest a tree tree was born". I did not know any more songs.

When my parents returned home, after the five-hour concerts I spoke only with a whisper, my legs were also sick.

Sometimes children make awful sounds. For example, they ask for money.

I had a crazy economics teacher. In the first class, he shouted, “First rule! All cell phones should be turned off. Whoever I hear, I throw them out of the door.” His own cell phone is ringing. He takes, opens the door and throws it out with the words, “This is a woman, I didn’t want to talk to her anyway.”

My mother began to let me walk alone in the yard quite early - from 4 years old (she just opened the window and looked at me). I must say I was a very calm and obedient child. And then one time I disappeared. My mother ran all over the yard, and she was looking for me by the neighbors (she said, she almost sat down). Suddenly, a neighbor approaches her and says that I am in that house, in that apartment on memes! To my mom's question: why did I go there, I replied that my aunt came out and invited everyone to come in, well, I went))))