According to polls, 40% of Russians do not know how to get to war with America with such a salary.

Gastrabytes in their homeland - the elite.

The Benefits of Soap Opera

A year in 2000, I call my mom on March 7th to find out about the mood. In the tube unclear whirling and real crying. I was scared, but in response, “It’s okay! Everything is fine, call back tomorrow.” You represent my condition, but tomorrow means tomorrow. I call in the morning. Congratulations, I am waiting for an explanation. Following her words.
“Yesterday at five o’clock from work my father called.Rabbit, hold on, we’ll be there in 20 minutes.” Okay, so I have to. Clothed and dressed. Then I think once “we will” means we are not somewhere, but someone to us. The sandwiches are smart, the cake in the oven is fast. I wait. They come in. A man and a woman with a suitcase. She said, “Hello!” and I said, “Hello!” And Daddy in the room moves the chair to the center and puts me there. She says to the woman, “We are ready,” and to me, “Dear – enjoy.” A woman opens a suitcase, gets a pipit, notes and a violin (I must say, my mom loves classical music very much). The concert lasts for an hour and a half. I forgot where I am and who I am. I cried and laughed and experienced a storm of emotions. And after it’s all over, you’re just calling...I just couldn’t talk.”
It all started in the New Year area. Mom was watching a series, another series of soap opera. The protagonist orders a serenade to his beloved woman. “There are real men!”“” said my mother. The father thought reasonably: “And what is a pilot, a colonel of the Soviet (Russian) army worse than some Macho-Mucho?With the menesters in Syzran tight, so I went to look for a professional musician in the violin class, knowing my mother's love for the instrument. I found. When he performed the violin and returned, he asked one single question: “So you think you have a real man?”
He met us at the train station with “I love you” balls, carried me on his arms on the bridge when I passed the exams and entered the institute, wrote poetry to my mom and left it in the bedroom under her pillow.
The Daddy! You are the best! You are the most beloved and beloved! You did your miracle, you came out of the coma. You will remember me, I am sure. You love life too much. And we love you very much.

Radio of Russia:
I trade drugs for little and I don’t work. Do I have to pay sales tax as a self-employed?
and no. The wholesaler, from whom you buy small batches, has already paid the police and the FSB for you.

With the appearance of paper monitors, you do not have to tolerate everything.

A few years ago, I worked in a small company. Our lawyer, desperate to obtain from other units careful reading of the contracts sent to them for agreement, included the following paragraph in the text of the contract:

"Customer service... is allowed only with the use of a condom, while a sound accompaniment in the form of a Shanson radio station is mandatory."

The agreement was agreed upon. The director, when he was brought to sign this masterpiece along with the lawyer's comments, smiled and said, "Well, once they agree - let us issue an order on the company, and let them execute. Whoever refuses will be fired.”

- Rosa Markovna, I was recommended you as an experienced psychotherapist.
What disturbs us?
- Autumn, Hanra, there is no one with whom to drink a hares, talk and sleep in the position of a spoon.
Call me Rose. I am behind the curtain.

The story happened to me recently, literally 3-4 hours ago. I went to the furniture store and had to renovate the table. I found the right one and looked. I called the consultant, asked for the size, she said "happiness" and went somewhere to look. Two minutes later he returns, saying 970x720, which was too much for me. Looking for another table, smaller. I looked, I suspected, I asked. The same, 970x720, although the table is obviously smaller in appearance. I asked the consultant to show where she looked at the size, she led me to her comp. I see, she googled around the article table and looked at the size of the picture. The pictures, Carl Where do they get such things from?

Today is another birthday. And he has three young children, the older 5, the younger - 1. I went to him a couple of months ago, especially since we live across the house from each other. Noise in the house. In short, I was delighted at the moment, being behind the door outside – in silence.

I call him and congratulate him.

Congratulations on your birthday, wishes for a happy life, Push!

thank you!

"Thank you" such a sluggish... suggests to come in in the evening, sit down, note. But I feel there is no sincerity in his voice. Zatrahan so, the PPS offers solely because of politeness.

No, I am answering. A lot of work, even taken home for the weekend. I will not come.

A huge thank you!

And that “thank you” sounded much more sincere.

I come home somehow from work. On the way, I go to the kiosk next to the subway to buy bread.

I have a white bottle, please. If possible, refresh it.

and hold. The most fresh I have.

I look at the date and I realize that my wife and I have a birthday today! I usually remember always, but this time I wavered and forgot. Well, I think I went well for the bread!

I go for a gift and flowers. I come home. A woman opens the door. With a solemn look, I handed her a bouquet and a beautifully packed box:

My dear, with anniversary!

My wife is surprised:

Thanks, it’s birthday tomorrow.

And then I realized that the bread was sold to me really fresh, tomorrow.

When you kiss a beautiful woman, you usually think, “If only I didn’t talk!“”

at the operation.

Above the head large round lamps, in front of the face of the screen. Over the operating table three heads in white hats.
“Now you will feel the injection,” the doctor said.
A light injection is felt and the doctor continues to ask about children, about work, about life. He makes several more injections and checks how the anesthesia worked. My spontaneous speaking occasionally pauses and is immediately encouraged by the doctoral: “Yes, you say, you say. How about your younger?“”
Anesthesia has already worked. When will the operation begin?
“It’s all,” the doctor replied.

The state listened to Onishchenko with his speeches about the harm of masturbation and revolted against the self-employed.

Those who lived in hell should not be afraid of heaven.

Three years ago I almost daily had to wheel in the Gus-Krustal district of the Vladimir region. One day, on the highway of district significance on the road stood "Niva", and next to it a man in camouflage waving his hand with a request to stop.
Have you seen the dog? He spoke questionably and described signs.
No is! I assured him, did I not meet him, was he lost?
I followed the rabbit, there is almost no day! He shattered his hand.
Maybe at home already? I gave him hope.
I live in Baluchia, which house?
Especially the birthplace? I found out why I was worried, dear? A purely commercial vessel was broken.
What is this here?! Yes, she... She’s a family member, you know?! to
I understood, not foolish, especially because in his eyes there was such grief and sorrow, that I desperately wanted my children to worry about me.
Give me your phone number, if I see or know, I will call. I assured him.
I returned almost a day later, the car was still on the road, but it moved a few kilometers. Here I had stopped myself, after a while and the man pulled out of the forest. Snooped, weakened and unshaken.
Did not find it? Instead of greeting, I started a conversation.
No is! The worst thing if suddenly somewhere in the trap or loop fell, will die of hunger or pain! With tears in his eyes, he replied.
What do you eat or drink?
- Yes, I have something, and I can always go to the store, but how is it there? How!! to
After these words, I also had an intense desire to break into the woods and look for this dog. But anyone of you has seen the "Murom forests", they say that it was in them that Ivan Susanin made his feat. But the thoughts about the dog did not leave me for three days, and I could not stand the phone, the number he gave me.
have found? After goodbye, I said. Have you found the dog?
You won’t believe, she came home. and herself!! to
How to Home? Did you say you live in Baluchia?
This is where I came, yesterday evening. I go out of the entrance, and she sits!
What did the rabbit bring? Still not believing his words, I cried I didn’t understand what.
No, I didn’t bring a rabbit. - He whispered, - the road is far, apparently on the road and ate!
So why I told you all this, and to the fact that if you go to Yandex maps and direct the line, then there will be two hundred, and she came and found the house. And that’s because she’s a family member, I tell you exactly. And what they have in their heads or elsewhere, the navigator stands, only they know. But the good is sure, nature is we have changed with our roads, cars and other shit quite a lot, and it works, but the main thing at the same time is still to be a member of the family, knowing that you are loved and awaited there. So from that day on, I don’t really believe in the tearful stories that a cat or a dog in one city was lost. Ten steps from home. Maybe she just doesn’t want to go there.

In your resume you indicated that you are destroying ghosts.
and yes.
But they do not exist!
Do not thank.

xxx: Interestingly, soon it will be possible to buy ready skills and pump into the brain at once?

Yyy: 8 billion people and everyone knows Kung Fu. What a boring...

ZZZ: The opposite is true. Drunk fighting will be more spectacular!

Youth is not just given to man. In old age, there is something to regret.

Two years ago I was on a road trip to the festival. The driver chased at great speed and, almost knocking down the man who crossed the road, stepped out of the window and shouted: "Clearly cross the road, you can't see all kinds of cars!"

Dad insisted on a cranberry on the cognac. I call him father-in-law.