xxx: You guys, we’re over them, but we’re lucky that in our childhood there wasn’t internet and YouTube. My brother and I in childhood fucking exploded self-made magnesium petards and whispered, and a cousin curled on burning light bulbs. Well, there was no tickotka and youtub then.



YYY: One time they sucked the crowd into a bottle of carbide, threw it and hid behind a bowl, and she didn’t say anything. One ̶d̶o̶l̶b̶o̶e̶b̶d courageously went her to check and she, of course, siphoned him in the pants. He was chased by Buratino three years later, because a bottle of this lemonade was underneath him.

I want to clarify - are the turners in the pursuit those who do not take bribery or vice versa?

In Tbilisi there is one interesting tradition that almost no tourist knows about. And the locals who prefer taxis and their own driving are unlikely to know about it. It is connected to the Tbilisi metro.
At first, I didn’t pay much attention to the boys who were struggling with the turnikets. Few are waiting for someone, or want to jump through for free when the controller turns away. Then he began to notice that people coming out of the subway sometimes give them their cards so that they can pass at their expense. A strange form of charity, I thought, and almost forgot about it.
I remember when I recently travelled with my Georgian friend. We climbed the ladder up to the Rustavelli hall. The turnikets just spotted such a young man with an apologizing face. My friend, without saying anything and even without carrying his eyebrows, extended him a card. The guy whispered at her turniket, returned a friend and ran down to the trains. I decided to clarify.
“Tell me, my friend Gio, did you just give him a trip for 50 tetris?
“No,” Gio laughed in response. I missed it for free.
Of course, it’s free for him, but you paid for it right now?
Free in the sense that it didn’t cost me anything either.
How is it so?
And then my friend Gio told me such a story. This tradition is called the “givardцахli”. For a long time, on the Georgian Military Road, in its most dangerous places, there were guard posts. They collected a fee from the passers, spending money on cleaning the crusts, cleaning the snow, protecting against the bandits.
But not everyone had money to pay for the road, and sometimes it was vital to go. Then there was an obscure rule: if you could pay not only for yourself, but also for the poor man who froze on the sidelines, then in the guard post, the pay was taken only from you. And you missed it for free. of Guardzacli. Do you understand?
I cried, remembering the word. Vladimir Ivanovich Dal slunged a pencil and wrote "rejuvenates, soon completely freezes."
And when they introduced the card payment system of the subway in exchange for outdated tokens, they remembered this custom. We want to remember our ancestors. Continued by Gio. - You go in, attach a card from the turniquet, and for 50 tetris you can drive for an hour and a half as many times as you want. It turns out that at any station you can get out and immediately get back in, and it is free.
I can’t go in, but anyone else.
and exactly. This is not taken into account in the system. You go out, attach a card again to the entrance, and pass free of charge anyone who can’t pay for their trip.
and Guardzacli.
and yes. It is easy to do good when it is worth nothing.
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At the 21st election, the slogan "No voice to scammers and thieves" was recognized as extremist and undermining the foundations of the constitutional system of the Russian Federation.

Xxx: I have a colleague. He was attacked by a nightmare. It was 10 o’clock in the evening, he went out to the store under the house to buy bread and from this store he was accepted, as he approached according to the description. They loaded it into a buchanka, the people were already sitting there, and they took it to the department to the other end of the city, and there was an identification. A woman was robbed and her bag was cut off. She did not recognize anyone and was released. The time is 12 o'clock at night, with no phone, no money, except for a little bit of bread, and he is at the other end of the city) Therefore, they say that it is harmful to eat at night)

Xxx: Statistics of accidents involving electric self-driving vehicles are being supplemented in Kuban. A young driver of this popular mode of transport was injured.

A woman allowed her 13-year-old son to ride the road in an electric car. She said she would follow him in a car and look after him. However, at some point, the mother confused the pedals – pressed the gas instead of the brake – and struck the baby.

The boy is in resuscitation in severe condition.



Yyy: A very difficult abortion happened.

Yesterday evening, my wife and I were lying in bed, clinging to our phones. No one has been up for 20 minutes. In the bathroom, something falls loudly on the floor. My wife immediately said, “What did you drop there?“?”

Why are communists everywhere and communism nowhere?

It’s a 10 year old story, but I remember it all the time. Once in the comments under the article about the Porsche Cayenne someone posted a photo of this car as an example of the desperate flavorlessness of the Moscow major. I wondered who was that dumb.

The Cayenne was presented by the Porsche distributor to the Moscow government, and it for some reason gave it to the Moscow fire service. The car fell into the hands of the head of the service, Yevgeny Chernyshev, and so far the whole story looks like a banal bribe.

But not. Yevgeny Chernyshev transformed the "Kayen" into a full-fledged fire car, and from a five-seat car it turned into a three-seat car: half of the cabin was occupied by compressed air balloons, fire extinguishers, masks, tanks, sawing saw, a set of chains, a spare battery. On the front appeared a professional swing, on the roof - beacons. Cayenne, in addition to the majority, is also a good SUV, plus very dynamic, which allowed Chernyshev to quickly go to the scene of events.

Yevgeny Chernyshev, already being the chief, was the first to come to the fire and began to work himself, for which he received the nicknames "Tushila" and "Respectator". On his account was the liquidation of 250 fires, including the extremely complex fires of the Ostankine Tower, Manage, MGU... And Cayenne was for him not a way to dominate the surroundings, but a service dog.

Yevgeny Chernyshev died on March 20, 2010 due to the collapse of the roof during the extinguishment of the business center at the 2nd Huthorskaya in Moscow. So far, he has taken five people out. He was 46 years old.

For me, this is not even a story of heroism, but of a man who loved his business so much that even the gifted Cayenne did not blind his eyes. Such people exist now, but, unfortunately, sometimes it becomes obvious only after death. In life, we write about others.
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P.S
There is a photo of this guy.
But I don’t like when pictures are stuffed with text.
What can the card of a person who died for his cause for the good of people say?
He is like all of us, normal people.
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The golden toilet in the house of the head of the GIBDD of the Stavropol region was rewarded.

I met a cute girl. Communicated a couple of times. I ordered the delivery of flowers to her office on Friday morning. I did not warn her, I thought I would make a surprise. On the delivery website as the recipient indicated "office number such, table second from the entrance".



The morning began with the call of the courier that he brought flowers to the office, and there were only harsh men who did not expect such a gift.

- They are interested in you, ask to call your phone, without this they do not let go, - said the courier.

“Kate, give it,” I gave him in response.

Who are you Katya? The courier has made his situation worse. The call interrupted.



A second call followed, which began with a threat to my address. Someone strange was trying to find out where I was right now. Through a wall of mutual insults and misunderstandings, we found out that the bouquet was intended for the neighboring office.



A few minutes later, a third call came out. The courier said he had met resistance again and did not understand what to do with the bouquet. When he found Katya and handed her repeatedly hand-in-hand flowers, the man who worked at the next table was very opposed to such attention to his wife and again tried to find out the identity of "Michael". When I offered to give them to someone, I dropped the call.



I learned the details in the evening: Katya called me, asking if I would go to her office. “Why? I asked coldly, remembering a previously unknown husband. “I am late to work today, and when I came, the girls whisper that Catherine Petrovna and Sergey Ivanovich are getting divorced. You can imagine, her lover sent her a beautiful bouquet in the morning.

On the way to the temple are the most greedy haishniki.

Following the topic of spammers...

I always take the phone and talk to everyone. I get a call from the health center, I sign up for a reception. Call with the offer to repair the windows for free, I agree immediately and give the address of the health center. They offer tickets to the theater, I order at once 5 pieces of the most expensive and I agree to bring them to the company for a free replacement of windows. Even when they call from the security service of the sberbank and ask to name the card number and the PIN code, I honestly take the card in my hands and dictate the data.

Why the name for the white bear, which appeared in the Moscow Zoo, will be chosen by popular vote, but to build or not a new elite residential complex in the forest park zone - here in the opinion of the people deeply laugh?

We have a dog. He is already very old, deaf, blind, has gone through dreams and fire and water.

He was always afraid of dust. As soon as the vacuum cleaner was turned on, he ran into another room and hid himself.

I was pleased today:

Daddy and Daddy! Jack doesn’t run away from the vacuum cleaner. That means he is no longer afraid of him.

No, guys... this means that our old Jack has become very old and completely deaf.

I was six years old. And I had a friend Leha (son of my mom’s friend).

Another time my mom’s girlfriend came to my mom with my friend and in conjunction with her son. We were given a iron ruble for fun and we went for a walk.

We went to the square, where there was no one, and Leha told me that if you buried the ruble today, you will have two rubles tomorrow.

I believed.

A friend.

They cut off the ruble and put two rubles in the ground. Carefully put the deer in place. After the walk, they returned home without spending a penny.

The next day I came to this place alone, removed the dirt, excavated the whole place - there is no money.

I was upset.

When I met Leha, he told me that he didn’t find money either.

No need to doubt.

A friend.

After I went to another region, and came home as an adult and set up in the police and there in the archive saw his name by chance. raised the materials. 17 times he went to the police for crimes: theft, hooliganism. He already had two terms with me.

And only then I remembered that ruble.

I am ashamed to admit, I don't know why, but I always have a plan X in my head.

Over the years of my life, whole schemes have accumulated in my head and they are constantly being supplemented, mutated and complicated. For a long time, I decided that if I became a boomer, I would definitely go to live at the sea. I planned everything.

In the summer there are fruits, you can sleep outdoors, with washing also no problems. In the winter, I mentally dive closer to the heart of the big city, where the houses will be protected from the ice wind brought from the water, and fast food cafes will be fed with all sorts of snacks. I’ll be a little robbing in the markets and dressing in секонд-hands during a 90% discount.

I have already come up with the idea that I will get to the translators because I have a good experience.

Here, on my new job, I frequently visit the roof. In the houses of the old foundation they are terrible: dirt, tons of pigeon spotting, the smell of ammonia and the outer darkness. But when I get on the bright and spacious lofts of new buildings, where brick walls look rougher than the design in apartments with a "loft" finish, I subconsciously start to look. It is dry, warm and clean, and all wires and pipes are securely wrapped in a thick insulation. There is an exit to the roof, from which there is a paved view of the city or the Gulf of Finland. At such moments in my shower my inner bitterness immediately wakes up and says, "Here you can fit well if you don't go to the sea."

Why do I have these thoughts? Am I thinking about it at all? Some primitive instinct makes me think about survival and seek comfort where it shouldn’t be by default.

For some reason, I make notes in my head about what happens to delayed food and where it is used by expensive stores and some hypermarkets. I know that a lot of all kinds of clothes, clothes and medicines are given for free on the avito, I have a clear understanding of where you can easily get a rubber and where to deliver it. My inner buzz is constantly with me, and all the new knowledge and skills he somehow begins to apply to the arrangement of his sad fate.

Please tell me that I am not a lost idiot, and somebody has it too.

Xxx: I was one day at 25 in the morning at 7 on my sister's birthday sent for a bouquet until she woke up (so the circumstances that we lived together for about a year. How did she know that the florists are already trading at this time, because everything in the area started working at nine? I, having bought this bouquet of roses, and periodically cuddling my nose (and I am a terrible savage and up to 10 is not a person at all), I eat in a row of hairy and unpainted. One woman sympathetically said, “Well, I gave you flowers.”

xxx: Noted that lately, often idealized 90s, music, clothes, series, etc.

I have something to say about this.

I am 12 years old, summer, I went to a friend to go for a walk, went for him, we went out, a guy of 20+ years approaches us, says guys, mute me money for a dose, otherwise I cut off, not a lot about us, I am 89 years old, a little later, holy nineties, a friend, born not late, coordination and perception crumble, I make a decision, send him for money home, knowing perfectly that he has no one at home and that he will not go out, he leaves, this sparkle, broke the bottle, holds, I have a throat and says to me that the pudding, if he does not come, he did not come, he took me for 2 hours in my area, with a rose at my throat, no one paid attention, I asked with everyone, you know how bright

Fuck that time.

Russian corruption ends with Colonels