I want to ask you as the numismate of numismate: Do you love money?

Of the teachers of my university, I now, three decades later, remember almost everyone. I remember, not always on FIO. Many people only remember their names. Until I die, I will never forget Nina Porfirievna. Her passionate voice, a benzopil like: "for any, no matter how small a number of dogs there is such an epsil..."

Mathan she led, mathanalysis that is. In my dreams, I dreamed of her in my student years. It was strictly painful. A sharp dislike was purely external - some old virgin over forty, for the student in general an old lady. Liquid hair tightly tightened into a bunch on the back of the head, excessive high forehead for a woman is revealed. and joke.

A separate outrage that under the action of this steel pile I unbelievably efforted in its subject, but got a four for it. On the backdrop of the other five, it looked like an insult — I invested much less in other items. He went on a red diploma, an increased scholarship, lived romantic adventures. And this lady was just lying down on my life’s path, with her foolish dogs and epsils. I imagine that I would have written about it and how I would have appreciated it if there were websites that could do this at the time.

... but – a strange after-taste remained from her crazy course. Unlike many, where I understood little and floated into the top five mostly thanks to the kindness of the teachers, higher mathematics was very useful to me in understanding the equations of quantum physics. It soon emerged in the material world. As a student I got 120 rubles. rates on the department, against the background of which my increased by 10 rubles. The scholarship.

I still disliked Nina Porfirievna, but I liked the laplacyanas and other basic concepts. I had no love for them, but at least I found out how it worked. On this humus easily went Dirac and Landau. The true beauty of the theory was in them.

Thirty years later, the anniversary of Fitzfak. I was upset by many of my classmates. I saw how we grew old, eaten and surrendered. Our girls stayed better. But when I saw Nina Porfirievna, a storm of emotions swept through my soul. I saw that she was beautiful, despite her ridiculous bump. How little has changed. How much height and strength in her face.

And most importantly, the memory immediately gathered together a rather strange chain of events. It was obvious that despite the collapse of the superpower and the change of profession, Nina Porfirievna gave me an interesting life. It was at the beginning of this chain. Without it, I would probably have gone out of poverty into the business of the '90s. Without gifts to him, he would be lying now somewhere with a hole in his skull. I lived through this terrible time on grants and with my favorite work thanks to this woman.

I still regret not coming to her that evening and not saying a simple thank you. I could not. The habit of being honest with those I respect. But here it meant too much. I would suffocate her in my arms. He would be targeted, would be carried on his hands through the hall, irrigated with tears of repentance. Oral would all the throat - "Glory Nina Porfirievne!"

But all this was not in the genre of a peaceful anniversary evening. So I just joined the common, unexpectedly furious applause to her.

Global oil prices have fallen and continue to fall. Gasoline prices continue to rise in Russia.
The Oil Response:
- You understand that in the conditions of lowering the prices of raw materials, we are forced to raise the prices of the finished product in order to form reserves to increase the volume of production in the event of an even greater price collapse.

Global oil prices have risen sharply. Gasoline prices continue to rise in Russia.
- You understand that the price of raw materials has increased, respectively, and the final product has increased in price.

Global oil prices have finally stabilized. Gasoline prices continue to rise in Russia.
“You understand that under sanctions we are forced to insure the risks of future sanctions and their consequences.

Global oil prices have been stable for several years. Gasoline prices continue to rise in Russia.
- You understand that the power in the country has not changed for almost 20 years, the oil industry is the cow of this power and all the juices are pressed out of us, suffocated by taxes and taxes...

The power in Russia has changed. Gasoline prices continue to rise.
- You understand, the power in the country has changed, the business has finally breathed with relief and now the oil industry can develop in the conditions of free competition and market pricing.

A child placed in the corner has two walls of crying at once.
c) Petrucher

I wrote a few days ago about how my students tragically mourn before the exams. I wrote sarcastically because it hurt. And in the comments I got a post that all the students in the world are the same.

Fortunately, not all, or rather, not all are like that, and I want to tell the story directly opposite.

It was a long time ago, in 2006. I studied with a Vietnamese student. Small and fragile. Sick with leukemia. At the lecture she came to me with a moving dropper, and a needle in the vein. She never complained about anything, was a frequent guest in my office, very much she wanted to understand organic chemistry. It was painful to look at her, she was sweating, her skin of olive colour could become pale-green in half a minute. But she was always smiling. She solved my tasks in such a state that any of us, including me, would have been faint for a long time. She asked for delay only once - she was operated that day, her bone marrow was transplanted, probably. I passed the exam the next day, on the hard four. And with this hard four and finished the semester. And the four I get is not as easy - they in the class gets a maximum of 15-20 percent from the entire stream.

I don’t know what happened to her now, I didn’t have any contacts. And the memory of her remains, she gave me a clever piece of stuff at the end of the semester, you know? - Well, there if for one hidden tip to drag, then the whole slice in the tape will dissolve. I didn’t get rid of it, she gave me this Vietnamese puddle with all her heart. And I want to believe that until now, her fragile, but such a hard mouthpiece is guarded by this shark.

We have two twin sisters in our class. When they quarreled, one called the other ugly.

A friend complained that he can't sell the car, even no calls, I say - Vagin, change the name in the ad to Vadim.

Sold in three days.

And I knew I was advising because I wasn’t Andrew either.

Comments on the picture of the grandmother with a big dildo on the belt:

XXX: So good (especially if you fit in the back)

yyy: Here is where the importance of the right ending is seen.

XXX has happened. How does a gentle maiden, with whom he was captivately acquainted at work, say, "What is busy tomorrow?" Oh, I think it’s crazy, cheesecake? He had wanted to say that he was married and all that, but it turned out that he was calling in another MLM.

Yyy: Loool, I was invited by a friend, with whom I had not seen for a hundred years, to some march of sellers of some Chinese health goods (network marketing, off-shore). I, in fact, went, sat there, listened to the whine, then went with her swollen into the pub, and the next day I called her to me and we slept. He did not enter the pyramid. But I realized that network marketing is sometimes useful.

When I was young, I met a girl, and she offered to go for a walk to the bay in her car. Upon arrival, she got half a fried chicken grill, saying that we went to these restaurants with untaxable prices (we had somewhere 23 and cars we had rugged eight and nine), and let’s eat. After such a lunch and a walk, when we had already penetrated each other, she confidently showed me her gas pistol in her bag and said that if the chicken did not go, and I would be a maniac, then she was in principle ready.

Should I say that I fell in love with her. and :)

When I read the shocking stories about “mothers” and “fathers,” I remembered the case, it is probably quite insignificant, but after such an upbringing, I hope that there will be more such parents in our lives than these strange creatures who put their child at the head of the corner for the whole world.



A woman is cleaning in the courtyard. A woman of age and also a disabled person is quite choking. And here once she dared her main autumn "enemy" - leaves in small clusters throughout the perimeter of the site, brought a car, on which there is always a large box to collect this same leaf. She picked up a couple of pieces in a box, then sat down on the bench and went somewhere. Somewhere in an hour I went out for a walk with the dog and saw that all the clusters were scattered again in the courtyard, the car was turned over, and a few young children were tortured near the car, 7-10 years old - one grabbed the mill and pulled it, pushing the collected sheets, the other struck the box and tried to ride on that car, the third pined the box and already broke a hole in it.



I began to get upset, tried to call them to answer, a neighbor joined me on the balcony, but the children, showing us the tongues, with a whispered run away. And then the palace woman came back, saw this ugliness and began to cry. As she said, I forgot to take a pill and went home, and here's what. I was so sorry for this woman, I tried to calm her as much as I could, promised after a walk with the dog to go out again and help her. And then I saw a couple approaching us – a man and a woman, who hand-held one of those guys who caused this chaos. It turns out that they live in the opposite house (they moved recently) and saw the scene of my outrage and their son throwing a hammer and silencing behind that hammer.



The parents apologized to the courtyard themselves, forced the son to apologize, asked the woman for the same mill and sat in the yard until their son grabbed the whole leaf and took it out to the trash. But that is not all. For a week I watched this boy go out to the courtyard early in the morning with his wreath, grinding rubbish and bringing all kinds of order. Even the palace woman had already said to him, "Go, child, I am not angry with you, you already understood everything," but he silently melted, folded the leaves in a bag and dragged it and so on until the courtyard became clean...



I sincerely hope that the boy will understand the weight of other people's work and show respect for him, and also sincerely thank the parents for their upbringing.

Whoever stood up first should feed the cat.

The words of a friend.

How to behave in case of fire.

In any extreme situation, including fire, the main thing is not to panic.

In the early 1970s, I was still in school, we lived in the ninth floor. There were four apartments on each staircase. On our, besides us, in two apartments lived old women, who rarely visited home, and another family: dad, mom, daughter, who was a few years younger than me, and a little dog. What my mother was doing - I don't remember, and my dad was a marine geologist, engaged in marine oil exploration.

On the upper floor lived a man who usually went out to smoke on the staircase and threw cigarettes down to our floor. It could not end well, and it did not end.

That day, my dad and I took my grandmother to the clinic and my mother stayed at home. When we returned, the women who lived on our staircase cage tried to wash off the walls.

The neighbor from above threw a thinning straw down, and from it the dermatine covering of the door of our neighbor-geologist burned. The fact of the accidental fire was never proven, although firefighters found the hose, and no one smoked on our staircase cage. My mother was about to go out to throw the garbage and before opening the door, she looked in her eyes. Seeing the fire, she panicked, for some reason went to the bathroom, closed the water, and then ran to call the firefighters. In the same state of panic, she first went to the ambulance. The ambulance told her which number to call, and she called the fire department. By this point, she was already so enchanted that she and the address could not say, but the operator, having asked a couple of suggestive questions, understood where she was calling, and said that they had already left.

And they left because the firefighters had already called the neighbor-geologist. With that sixth sense, he realized that their door was burning, looked in the eye, convinced himself of the correctness of his arguments and organized everyone. The woman told her not to open the entrance door in any case, otherwise the passageway would pull fire into the apartment. Instead, he told his wife to water the door from the inside. The daughter told her to take the bathtub on her hands and move on to the neighboring balcony. In our houses there was one balcony for two apartments with different entrances, separated by a small partition. He himself took the phone. He first called the firefighters, then called the neighbors from below. But he did not start screaming about the fire, but first apologized for the call at the untimely time, asked how they were doing and only then said: by the way, we are burning, come to extinguish us, and gave instructions how to do it.

By the time the firefighters arrived, the fire had already ended. Firefighters only broke the door of the missing retirees, as it crumbled, drafted a protocol and left.

This "main thing without panic" applies not only to fire.

I have no loans. Therefore, for me, the word "collector" is just a big tube with shit.

We also do not drink and do not advise anyone, but to distinguish - it is always easy for us, the sister opened a bowl of condensation and pierced her palm, fainted from shock, her husband came, saw the blood and wife in it, called the police, an ambulance, and he ran down to meet them, fell on the stairs, broke his head, lost consciousness, the ambulance arrived quickly, all are alive and relatively healthy. Panic does not lead to good.

I recently bought a new swimsuit, which periodically began to "feed" at the exit of the store. I searched everything, no magnetic tape, nothing was found. I went and searched a couple of times. Today, I’ve been back in “Lent” once again. I explained my problem to the cashier, she touched my jacket and, in the hood under her fur, finally found the source of my food – a plastic magnet.



Well be inclined. - said the seller and pulled me under the shelf, where she had a device for detoxification.



I bowed, I was "thrown", but most of all in this situation I was delighted by the commentary of one grandmother, who repeated in turn: yes, punish, punish her.

Not everyone has a second half. Someone consciously goes to loneliness, choosing comfort. Someone has been searching for a long time. I am option 2. Since the moment I started living alone I constantly go on all sorts of dates, I sit on dating sites. Do not think that the pervert is what. I just feel more comfortable. Not everyone has the courage to approach a girl on the street. The girls came on different dates. Mostly adequate and pretty sympathetic. There were no more than one or two dates. There were interesting interlocutors. The wildest case is associated with a representative of the so-called body positive women’s community.

The correspondence initially strained me a little, because the girl did not have a photo in the questionnaire. But attracted her confidence in correspondence, and then by phone. The date and place of the meeting were set and I began to prepare.

Let’s go right away to avoid the questions “What didn’t you run away right away when you saw her?” “” This is so. I always come early and wait for a girl. Running away is not very polite.

A little late, my white-skinned, snow-sweetened little girl stumbled into the cafe, turning her head in search of me. Seeing the victim, the girl with shortness of breath landed on the couch, barely fit in the narrow gap between the table and the couch. I normally treat people with excess weight. I have had dates with full girls before. Many were very cute and fun, though with a bunch of complexes. There was another case here.

Stretching her hand, the girl presented herself:

and Violet. It is 😉

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The evening promised to be interesting. I had come to mind for a long time from her small sizes and sincere shit. After all, in the questionnaire, the girl indicated that the figure was “normal/standard”.

During the conversation, the girl said with special pride that she adheres to the ideas of the body-positive. And it also turned out that she has extensive knowledge in the fields of medicine, biology, geometry, psychology, etc. So, for example, I learned that:

A woman a priori should have a sufficient layer of fat to heat the child in the cold (this type of nature so willed);

Bone girls are not able to give birth to a healthy child, because there is something there again nature and genetics;

Fat is a more useful source of energy. The type is even a diet, the correctness of which has been proven in some Harvard there;

It has long been said that men preferred fat women. This is even attested by statues of antiquity and paintings of the era there something. And the type of sculptors and artists specifically depicted women slightly less fat in favor of perverse - kings. This is also typically proven by experts in some of the Louvre.

Here is. And all this is very certain and with reference to some supposedly existing sources.

At the same time, on the question about the correct proportions of the actual man was given an affirmative answer "Strong, stretched, athletic. Not on asteroids. They do not have letters. Sports and housing.” Not me at all. =) is

At my glance, she quickly wondered why:

"Nature is so arranged that the male predator and the whole sacrifice is carried into the cave to the female and the young, and he himself extracted food separately. All the stories about what the leader ate first are patriarchal tales.

Ancient statues confirm that the best men were Apollo-like. Only the letters were specially shortened so as not to be distracted from the statue.

And again nature. Look at a pair of fat man and body-positive woman (just so she said). They do not match proportions. Type nature also has geometric bases and only "big and small" will coincide (well you understand who is big and who is small, right? ) is



That evening I was practically silent listening to an interesting lecture from my interlocutor. In fact, it was more like an excuse for one’s own weakness, inability to fight with one’s illnesses, etc.

Per in 2018 the dates are over. =) is

People can understand why they are in favor of raising the retirement age.

There was a heavy pressure at the station yesterday morning. A dense flow of people slowly advanced towards the stairs from the platform. By the edge of the eye I notice that on the side of this stream a woman with a wheelchair is trying to adjust, by her location it is clear that the elevator is broken from the platform. In the dam, it is not noticed, and it is not let into the stream. I’m preparing to add it to myself when I add it. Then I see some idiot with a red rod, who is trying to descend against the stream on the platform, rushing at the young man, something in the spirit of "what shit you are here on my way." The guy humbly waits for the redheaded idiot to be released, and he will bypass him. This red fool doesn’t know that the guy is disabled. And I know how I know about half of this herd, because I see them every morning.

My aunt with the wheelchair helped me. The disabled suffered, before him there were 5 parsecs through the crowd, I could not help him. But I remembered this.

I have been standing for a long time at a crossroads with circular traffic. I have been there for a long time and unsuccessfully. In the flow of cars, in the window that appears, you have to quickly climb in to jump through. And I can't - a crossroads on the road, and I have a large child seat with a child in the back. In any case, I will not quickly break into the hill. I am confused and wondering what to do. And suddenly a man goes out on the ring, slowly and carefully brakes all the flow on the road, stops - and shows me with gestures: "Come through, my mother."

There is such a "Pass it on" movement, such as "Transmit to another"... the essence is that by doing a good deed, you start a whole series of actions. You smiled at someone, he smiled at someone else, and so on. Likewise with good deeds, small, everyday. Here, when I see a woman with a wheelchair, I pass on the good deed of that man at the crossroads with circular movement.

I was at the parental meeting. You have patriotism three, and the Word of God has abandoned at all! Did you want to go to Baumanka after ninth grade?