I’m a tall and tall girl, so I’m often confused with a guy. Last winter, my cousin decided to get married and at the family council it was decided that my mother and I would go to them early to help meet the guests. We went on the bus and bought 25 kilograms of meat. The city we needed was 6 hours drive from us. During this time, the meat was slightly frozen and the bag in which it was became wet. Then the driver offered his mother a large white bag to put a bag of meat in. The offer was accepted, we go on. It was already evening when they started coming to town, and my mom called my aunt to see her son. But it happened that he was at work and his aunt came alone.

I am not afraid to lift weights, so, taking the bag, I went forward. I must say that I was dressed in black. My path was along the main city road. It seems that the story is about to end, but the problem is that a patrol car passed by. It’s night, it’s dark, the lights are burning and I go with a bloody bag, mom and aunt weaving far behind. The car stops abruptly, two patrols run out of it and ask me to put my bag on the ground. I was overwhelmed and could not move out of fear. Then one of the patrols repeated the request with the words: "Man, do what we say." I still hold my bag in the stool.

A couple of minutes and I was already turned, taken out of the unfortunate bag and put into a patrol car. Thank God my mom and aunt were here.

This is the story of my acquaintance with my cousin and his partner.

The higher the intelligence of the pet, the more trouble with this animal.

“Chip and Dale...”

I flew this morning from Sakhalin to Moscow, through a dream: “Dear passengers... the ship’s commander... we need your help... if there is a doctor......... I have not heard of this for a long time, almost a year passed without accidents.
Nothing to do, I slipple from the chair, shuffle shoes, go crazy to the next salon.
The teenager, 12, stands, pale, the stomach hurts, the pressure is low, and also jumps, but does not lose consciousness.
While dragging him to the floor, two other women-doctors nearby formed, with one infectiologist, the other - a pediatrician, right into the ointment!
By the way, in recent years, fifteen noticed such a feature - if the flight Moscow - DV (Vladivostok, Sakhalin, Khabarovsk, Kamchatka, Magadan, Chita, Yakutsk...etc), then every time there is at least one doctor; and if the flights inside the European part of the country - then "to save the world" it is necessary, shit, again alone.
Something like acute pancreatitis... Slowly I bring the guy into a relative order; I hold more pressure on him, yes, intestinal spasms are removed, aunts with injections-tablets are dealt with, and mothers are communicating... until six o’clock, we’ll get exactly, you don’t need to sit down in an emergency.
Mom pleasantly struck - assembled, confident, answers questions briefly and accurately, does not beat in hysteria, does not show excessive initiative, trusted the child and awaits instructions... all would be.
Interesting was the reaction of passengers - usually in the plane in such cases people do not light up, do not climb under the hand, one or two people look from a distance, advice is not given. And then a man 20 around crowded, the salon is big, they are silent, do not disturb, but it cost me a guy to try to move from the chair to the floor, and he is bitten such, thin)), as a hand six almost not over my back pushed out and moved him. I just want to raise his head, I push my hand under my neck - someone is already carefully helping me, pulling my shoulders. It was worth the doctors' aunts to argue about some missing pills in the pharmacy box - on several sides there were packages of the necessary.
Everything was done, the guy almost calmed down, began to fall asleep, wrapped with pleds, I went to myself. Once three went out to their salon, the patient to visit, and there five or six people are still standing quietly next to them, suddenly help will be needed.
The Far East is a territory of silence, however.
proudly

We are now like Papuas – all the food from palm trees and the leader instead of the president.

Many times saw the advertisement of the language learning app, the point is that we unlock our phone many times a day, and here every time when unlocking the app shows a new word and its translation. The first few days I liked, even if the most often words were simple, but I remembered their grammar, but on the third day I began to notice that I try to avoid unlocking the phone, even if I just wanted to look at the time or polish the tape. Although before this at any opportunity stuck in the phone)It became clear that the brain is uncomfortable, he does not want to stress again. One of the most stressful situations for the brain is synchronous translation.In general, I hit an application to learn a language, and in the end it saved me from the bad habit of sticking in the phone.

In the first half of the nineties, while still a student, he went for a two-week internship in the French branch of AP "Novosti" in Paris. The money was about $50 to $60. Spending them on food at the time was stupid. I had to buy something for myself, mom, dad, sister, and so on. I took food from home. tk. To get something meaningful at the time became a problem, from the provision I had a few cans of sausage “The Great Wall”, a couple of pots of canned peanuts with carrots, pasta and sausages. And two more blocks of the Yavsky “Cosmos”. A normal, in principle, set for the student. But in Paris, with its smells of restaurants and bistro, eating the disgusting sausage was painful. One day I was fed by the wife of the head of the APN. A couple of times the journalists drank me beer with snacks. It was pleasure. At the end of the meal I had finished. On the day of departure, the APNovsky enterprise took me to the station and put me on the train. If I am not mistaken, it was a Moscow-Berlin-Moscow train, to which wagons clinged to Vienna, Copenhagen (through Rostock and ferry) and to Paris. In Berlin, these wagons were picked up and went on in the European trains. Завхоз handed me a paper bag with a dry patch on the way. There was a small sandwich on baguette, an egg, a bowl of pasta, cookies and chips. Almost all of this set I dropped before the train left. I went... One in the cup. France, Benelux, Germany and Poland. When we arrived in Warsaw, it was incredible. Parking was 2 o’clock. I collected my last cents and went to the city. He found a barrel and, pouring out that little thing on a plate, asked to give me something. The Polish recounted it all, thought about it and gave me a 0.33 bottle of lemonade. There was written “Drink Orange Mandarinka”. It’s been many years, and I remember that treacherous “Mandarinka.” When we got back in the boat, there were three of our boats already sitting there. Two men and a aunt. All the coupe was overwhelmed with balls and they were covered on the table. I hoped they would invite me. was invited. Very sensible people appeared. But of the snacks they had only Polish, somewhat salt, vodka and nuts. I quickly fell out of hunger. I woke up at night from hunger and silence. The train was waiting for the change of wheeled trucks to the Russian railway standard. I managed to get out of the wagon, although it was strictly forbidden, and I went wandering in search of food. I found a composition with tables Brest – Moscow. I found a restaurant car and started knocking into the closed door. 5 in the morning. Everyone slept there, of course. But after some time, a sleepy evil man came out of the car and asked - what... I need. I explained that I hadn’t eaten for two days and asked to sell me at least something. I had rubles. He brought me a bag with two banks of chickens, a quarter of black, a cold puddle in foil and lambs. Then I asked where the hungry people came from. I honestly said it was from Paris.

I was mainly raised by my grandmother. She gave me a lot – knowledge, skills, love and care. Sometimes this concern goes beyond the boundaries.



I went through everything – taking a shower, total control over everything. Learned to determine by the sound of the steps from the corridor that will now go to the bathroom, scratched from each invasion with the question "What are you doing there? Why so long?”



I did not have my room, but despite the narrow conditions, my grandmother still tried to create my own corner (to fence my corner with the closet) and until the age of 11, everything was still tolerable. and then :



I had my first personal diary. It was not personal for a long time. On my request, “Please stop reading!” The grandmother replied that it was for my benefit, said, the age is difficult, and she does not want to miss important moments in education, as she once missed with my mother (my mother gave me birth early).



I bought a computer at the age of 13. I kept an electronic diary. with a password. There was no limit to joy, until... "Give a password or you will not have access to the computer" "Do you not want to share?" “Do you want to follow in your mother’s footsteps?” At that point, of course, I started to like boys, but there was no serious romance and no talk. I could and would like to share experiences, but not to ruin my soul! The diary removed.



3) The Internet appeared and the apogee of the violation of my personal space was one event. There were holidays, I came home from the store and found my grandmother knocking on the buttons in the window of my ass. She passionately corresponded with my friends. After a grand hysteria "as a reconciliation," my grandmother gave me a comparative table of the qualities of my interlocutors. Based on this paper, Friend No. 1 was not respectful enough with me in correspondence, so it was decided to stop communicating with him. Friend No. 2 is in love, but too naive, so she "obsessed" him. And my girlfriend is not a friend to me and I generally envy her, ignoring her. It was painful. I remember crying and asking to leave me at least something of mine, in secret where she would not go, pushing her away when she tried to embrace me and calm me. We have never found consensus. Nevertheless, she continued to be my authority, my primary parent. My hygiene, my circle of communication, my books, my studies, my clothes were controlled. At some point, I even started to think that it was really necessary to "not give in to bad influence."



Unfortunately, in the following years and until my admission to the university, the situation only worsened. After her death, I found myself in an extremely broken state, with a bunch of complexes and fears. I gradually recovered, turned to specialists, I continue to work on myself.



Even if you really want to protect your child from the world’s evil and universal injustice, please do not arrange a dictate. Do not be for him the All-Seeing Eye from whom you want to escape.

On the way to the office, I went to the burger king for lunch. Give me, I think, soften my figure with such a harmful but delicious huge wopper, sometimes you can afford. I took the order, I sat down at the table and saw the picture: 2 tables from me placed 2 ladies, ages 12-15. One is sitting in Turkish, the other leg just put on the couch. Both in street shoes. The staff passes by – they’re out at all.

I was educated under communism. I even had time to be in October. If you can’t prevent it, at least make a comment. Dear ladies, I tell them, well, it would be unpleasant for you to sit on someone's dirty shoes. It is not good to care about others.

And this adorable creature, sitting on the couch, gets the phone directing me and speaks in a human voice, the general meaning of which is: Go to you uncle on... with your advice. And you will object - I will record on the phone that you are a perverse, stick to us and call home to yourself.

And here I stand, all of this, asking for forgiveness, as if I had been upset, and thinking: I will start to argue with them further – and indeed – then you will prove that you are not a perverse. And he went out to eat his burger on the veranda from sin. Would a man be healthy - he can at least go on a ride, well, or he will remember and think the next time. And what to do with such "spotted" teenagers who already know about their rights, but do not think about any duties. The fuck knows, the fuck knows.

It was 1981. There was a phone call in our apartment. My father Mikhail Davidovich opened the door and saw a man of "Caucasian nationality" in front of him. Dad was not surprised. He himself was an Armenian, and it could have been someone with a mail from Yerevan. Do you have mice? Asked a visitor with a strong accent. “I am Misha,” the father replied. Do you have mice? I am Misha! They could not understand each other for a long time until it became clear that the Caucasian was a sanepidem worker. station, which destroyed mice and covers in apartments. So he was not looking for a dad, but a mouse.

When travelling around life, it is important to turn on the naphygator in time.

Yesterday on boarding a plane, a man in a barrel is trying to bypass the line.
A woman with a child is ashamed of him.
- Man, here, by the way, all on landing, I and the child are standing, and you are trying to get ahead of everyone...
The voice of the crowd:
Let it go, it’s Alsa’s daughter!
Everyone laughed, even the man who tried to confront without a turn.
It seems that the mem "daughter of Alsu" - the biggest success that this singer has achieved.

It seems that the fact of having 12 billion in the Colonel of the FSB should not be scary. To be frightened must be that he did not have enough of that money to redeem himself from the one whom he saddened. Do you understand? For this man it is not money.

I told this story to my wife, her colleague at work. This colleague has a son who is studying in the 11th class. He practices karate and is a sporting figure. on behalf of this colleague.



Call from the class leader:

Imagine because of your son, two girls in the class fought. Talk to him somehow. He also takes attention from both signs, and the girls then dry on him.

I say to my husband:

Talk to your son! The teacher complains about him.

Husband to son:

And then Andrew! What happened there?

Yes to them, Dad! God knows what, and I know what.

The husband:

I am not about that! Why only two and not more? Shame on me!

I sit in the guests, time is late at night, I am coming out. Where to buy cigarettes on the road? My hospitable host says there is a store nearby, though it may already be closed. Okay, I think, anyway on the road, I’ll go.



The shop is open, I come in. Behind the shelf a nice saleswoman, sees me papyrus. I pay, I clean the package in my pocket, and I think I need to know the time of the store to tell the comrade.

What time do you work today? I ask thoughtfully.

“Oh, I’m late today,” the girl was upset, “but tomorrow I’ll finish early!

I continued to sneeze thoughtfully, smiled at the saleswoman, and with the bullet to hide the embarrassment, jumped out on the street. It was uncomfortable, but pleasant.

People are divided into soves and those who prevent them from sleeping.

At the meeting, the customer began to rub his cheek on the pattern of the carpet.
I ask why?
He says, “We often come to “masks show”, so everyone should be comfortable when you lie face to face.”

The successfully installed camera of video recording at Kutuzovsk has surpassed the entire Russian cinema by annual fees.

End of a busy working day. A friend speaks on the phone to a client:

- Well, and to see this information yourself and at any time, you can go to the personal office.



From the tube comes a long breath and a sad and sad voice:

I would like to, but I don’t have a personal office. I’m sitting in the usual Oppen-Space.

It was a terrible month of work. All as usual. He came home. and separated. I lie in bed on my side and begin to fall asleep. After 10 minutes I feel that the neck of the eye is tired. I open my eyes, my wife almost looks at me.



The dialogue:

Why are you so stressed?

In what sense? Why are you not sleeping?

I’m waiting for you to finally put your head on your pillow. You went to bed and didn’t get your head down :)



I put my head to the end. I sleep.



The end.

When I was a student I was looking for a job, one of the ads said - income from $300 a month, work two hours a day, can students.

I called on the number, the girl at the end replied that the job is open come to the interview. And I went, a joke of $300 for two hours a day. At the entrance, I filled out the questionnaire and started waiting for me to be called. By the way, there was a lot of people, like people on the bazar on Sunday. Everyone wanted $300. How worse am I? When my turn came, and I entered the office, I was met by a strange 35-year-old man, who all talked about some matrix, pyramids about people millionaire, about yachts and how we will miraculously live in a year, all together one big team. He said that they even have a living example. A vivid example was a woman, the first dollar millionaire in the company in the 60s, she passed with a proud look, told that if we will work hard, then in just a year, or maybe even half a year we will be her equal. In general, it took only $300 to contribute and become a millionaire.

After an interview at the stop, I bought a samsa for the last penny and waited for the bus, by the way, a millionaire woman stood next to me and waited for her. I don’t know, maybe the driver got sick with her, or what other reasons, but we travelled in different buses, I went to my poor world on the 56th, she went to a bright future on the 81st.