I was 9 years old, no more. I was in the bus with a neighbor girl, went out together at the stop, and then I saw the phone on the ground. I have to say that there were no mobile phones in our family, they lived poorly. And I was an extremely educated child who knew perfectly what was good and what was bad. Well, I picked it up and thought that the person will obviously be very upset about the disappearance, it needs to be returned somehow.

Then a bright thought came to my mind. My neighbor Olli, who was driving with me, is working in the police. How successful it is! “Oll, take the phone to the police and let him find the owner!”

Olya took the phone, said she was just going to Daddy, so everything goes as well as it can not be better.

I went home and told my mother all the situation. Mom for some reason did not appreciate my drive for justice and told me that I am a fool and a prostitute, I don’t think about family.

Of course, I was upset. I still do not understand how you can first teach a child to act according to conscience and kindness, and then give puzzles for what you have done honestly.

After a while, I met Olga. I think, right now, she will at least reassure me that I didn’t do that in vain.

She asked about the phone, and Olya said to me, "I brought the phone to Daddy, and he left it to himself, he needs work."

Such things.

Without the curved hands, the parallel straight would never cross.

The Student Construction Squad had an "inter-" prefix, in its composition, in addition to Soviet students, there were Germans, Vietnamese and one Dutchman. The Dutchman was born German, but was a member of the Communist Party of the Netherlands and was considered Dutch for diversity. We lived in an empty summer school. Who is where, and we are in the drawing and schedule office.

Brushes, paints, cactus on the window. German and Dutch Communists. It was because of him that on the third day the cactus was painted in the colors of Wilhelm of Orange. Have you seen the flag? There is a red line above.

And all this was seen by a young teacher of drawing, worried about the creation of a student dormitory in the accounting room. I don’t know what she thought of the plant, but after taking the position of the commander of the parade, she said:

Wash it immediately.

Everyone looked at her. Vietnamese - with wide open eyes, Germans with a targeted pimple, Russians - with an Asian trick. It’s hard to refuse a beautiful girl, but have you ever washed a cactus? There are needles.

We didn’t wash either. We painted it in green.

The President said that Russian citizens are "ready to give their lives for the Fatherland". As a conscious citizen, I have already prepared myself. I have a long list of people whose lives I am willing to give for my country. I think it will make the country easier.

I literally just got out of the subway train, and I see: the girl quickly goes to the transition, moving the phone with headphones from one hand to the other. Suddenly, the headphones cling to the backpack of the passing guy and with one move disappear from her hands. She does not immediately understand what happened and is confused looking for the disappearance. In the meantime, the guy walks boldly on his way, and the headphones roll on the backpack. While the girl understood where they were going, the guy managed to walk 5 meters. Here the girl finally saw them and rushed to pursue them. I grabbed, pulled from the hot to the backpack too hard and, of course, unexpectedly for the guy. He turns around, pulling out his eyes, and sees that from his backpack some grandmother is pulling out the headphones! Of course, he grabbed them. She said, “This is mine! Give it!” :)

There was one grandfather in our entrance, and he lived alone. His sad story was known to the whole house.

His wife died when he was sixty years old with a younger, older son, drowned and killed at a beautiful time, even a grave where he did not know. The younger son died tragically, so that there was nothing to bury, burned in the fire.

Truth remained his granddaughter from the eldest son, she then visited grandfather from time to time. Well you know the youth, everyone runs somewhere, everyone is in a hurry and they have no time to give the elderly a worthy attention.

And recently, we started to notice, our grandfather started buying one or two bottles of vodka from each retirement.

Have you drunk, right? “We guessed, but we didn’t see him drunk, and at eighty they didn’t start drinking.

And then one early morning a gunshot sounded, but no one paid attention to it, if little, maybe that fell.

At noon, we found out that my grandfather was shot.

To death he prepared carefully, wrote a farewell letter, in death I ask not to blame anyone.

On the table was the money with the sign "for the funeral", on the bed a suit, a shirt and other things "in these things dress me", in the corner of the room a box with vodka "remember this." On the door of the apartment a note was attached "without the police not to enter."

And as the granddaughter said, the day before he asked her, "Come at twelve, I'll wait.

He covered the couch with cellophane, sat down and shot himself in the heart.

and all.

Later, when they examined the things of Grandpa Makar, they found his diary.

Over the course of a year and a half, he wrote sixteen goodbye notes and every time there was a quote "I couldn't today, maybe next time. »

This is such a sad story.

I recently worked as a tech operator at a local provider.

In addition to the main work, we have a telephone for receiving applications for gkh(?). People call, complain about wiring / pipes / life / etc., and we all record and pass on to the masters by mail.



So today, the comrade had an interesting dialogue. Further from his words:

“Oh these girls. By the will of fate, we have a telephone controller in the organization. She says the batteries are a little hot. I ask, have you touched? I hear – I was upset, shuddered, then “no, I don’t know, probably...” and dropped the phone. Such things.”

The edge of the ear caught a conversation at work of two mademoises at the age of slightly over 30:

(1) - I used to be excited when a man was watching himself, swinging. Well, you know that the belly with the cubes, the back with such wide pieces here (images the hand with a gesture spinning the widest muscles of the back), so that the hands were large, so that the cared for was, shaved, with a laying, tasty smell...

2) And now what?

And now it excites me if a man washes his dishes at least after him.

Losing illusions is the gain of the mind.

This is a real story. Many years ago, newspapers wrote about it.
During the war an square arrived with the evacuated children in Tashkent. Among the children was an Estonian boy Leonard. He was about three years old. The children were not given to the children's home, they were distributed by families. I took that white boy too. I asked what your name was. He answered something like the moon. The moon is moon. So they began to call him. years have passed. Lunabai grew up, married, became chairman of the colloquium. Cologne has record cotton harvests. Lunabaja Abdulayev (I do not remember the name, let it be Abdulayev) was awarded the title of Hero of Socialist Labour. This was filmed in a small video in the journal "Chronicle of the day" and shown before the film sessions. Leonard’s Estonian mother was always looking for her son. I didn’t believe it wasn’t. She sent requests to children’s homes, hoping that the child was adopted by good people. During the movie session, she accidentally, neighbors suggested, saw her young husband in the Kremlin being awarded the Golden Star of the Hero. My husband was no longer alive at that time. began to understand. And here Lunabai with the son and gifts of Uzbekistan came to Estonia for a meeting. Lunaba’s son served in the army and spoke Russian well. Mother and son spoke through double translation. Her mother was Estonian, her daughter, Luna's sister, translated into Russian, and Lunaba's son was already Uzbek. A wonderful island! If you count the probability of such a happy ending, it is zero. It is necessary for the child to survive the long evacuation to Tashkent. In order not to become a blind man, did not sleep, but got into a good family. He grew up as a respected man and became a hero. You need to make a movie about him and see this movie in a distant Estonian village. Most importantly, he looked like his father. If this story is filmed, the viewer will not believe the reality. This is a sentimental story for the housewife. But life sometimes turns such stories that no scriptwriter dreamed of.
P.S A touching island. Many years have passed since the publication, and I still remember.

When the servants of the people say that the time is hard, it is time to strain the belts and still be terrified - the people may be in a hurry to think if in such difficult times he needs a whole herd of looted servants.

Soviet children’s literature very concisely and accurately described people who later became Komsomolts oligarchs. For example, the “Fantasters” of Nosov. Two cute boys sit there, fantasy harmlessly. The "neighbor Igor" approaches them, they are ashamed that they lie about flights to the moon and all other nonsense. He explains that lying is useful. This is how he did: he ate the strawberries himself, and smelted his lips with this strawberries to his sleeping sister. She was involved in theft. “This is the benefit.”



Children, of course, do not want to not only talk with such hatred, but even sit on the same bench. Then the kids decide to buy ice cream. Crush the little things into one portion, agreeing to divide it in half. But they meet the crying sister of Igor and give her ice cream. She asks them to divide the portion into three.



How could such people “enter the market”? Nothing at all. Igorok grew up with even greater hatred and became a deserved master of life. And we with our ideas of decency so remained on the bench to dream. Now we have the internet instead of the bench.

It’s an old story, not mine, but I’ll tell it in the first person.

I take the train after work. In the salon, besides me, a guy with a girlfriend and grandfather hung with a bottle of light. The guy with the wild obviously doesn't notice anyone, suck, stick, almost fuck on the seat. The grandfather looks at it all, sneezing, and then says:

Enough there! You are not alone here!

The guy breaks off from the lips of a girlfriend and tastingly sends the grandfather. The offended man turns to the window and applies to the bottle. I watch it all.

Suddenly the girl rings the phone, she gets it and begins to say:

“Yes, Serge, I’m still at work. Feed the child, sleep, sing and go to bed without me... I will be late! My girls and I will be late.

Dedan suddenly jumps up from the place, rushes to the girl and hurts:

Serena is late! Not her job! Not with girls! She is here with a man, Serega! ! to

The place of action is Samara. In the words of a friend.

There were two boys and a girl near the shop:

Give some money to the carmakers from Chelyabinsk.

A friend opens on wiki an article about Chelyabinsk:

The correct answer to the question is 10 rubles.

The carmakers:

Go to NAH.

I had one lady in the brigade. I call her Toni. She loved to talk about her youth. Unfulfilled great love. And how hard it is for her to live when none of her relatives understands her.

And now a few stories related to this lady and happening in front of my eyes.

In the autumn, Tonia sang a labyrinth song about the fact that it was soon winter, and she had nothing to wear in the frost and no money to buy winter things. And here one of the brigades (Vera) tells her.

I have a natural hood at home. I’m a little big, and you’ll be fine. It is in excellent condition because I barely wore it. I can give you free.

You live next to me, right? Can you bring her home immediately?

has brought. I gave.

After a while, this Tony begins to complain to everyone. That dude is beautiful, but the top button is missing! It is not possible to wear it.

Butterfly, you need to find it!

The brigade tried to explain to her that the top button could be tailored to another. It will look like a section. And in any case, the cost of the buttons is not proportional to the cost of the duplicate. And it is cheaper to buy a button than it would take a double.

The frost came. We ask:

Why don’t you wear a double?

He breathes and says sadly:

Butterfly, the Faith never brought me. Yes is. I like it, it is beautiful, warm. There are no buttons! I’m just throwing rubbish in it.

The UPS. Everyone is in shock.

At the age of 45, Tonia suddenly decided she should start smoking.

Tony, are you in your mind? I have not smoked for years and should not start.

Where there. She didn’t just start, she started smoking like an avid professional. I smoked a new cigarette and shook the old with the other hand. Cigarettes are the most expensive. Firefighters are also not the cheapest, but definitely with some kind of Fendibober.

Here someday I come to the brigade, Tonia rides the youth by the ears, as she lacks the money to live. He eats bread with cheap sausages, rarely takes fruits. The vegetables too. In the evening, the light does not turn on, the TV does not watch. Saving electricity.

I am not young. These complaints do not work for me.

Do you say no money? Let’s calculate how much you spend on the chicken. I have a calculator, I think. 1/4 of the salary! Do you say money? Do you have expensive cigarettes? For me, it’s like going to the fortress and throwing a quarter of my salary on the wind. Chicken is not a necessity. They offended me.

3 the summer. During the garden period. Cucumbers, tomatoes, carrots, young potatoes. Some of the brigade lives in their house, others have villas, gardens.

by Toni:

I want fresh vegetables, but I don’t have a garden.

There was a good soul in the brigade, brought her fresh vegetables. Just a bit. One pack full of everything. Tony looks at the package and says astonished:

How do I bring him home?

At the same time, no word of thanks to the man, but with the claim, as she now with a heavy package to go home.

Another UPS.

Here, to my brigade, it finally came to me that Tony represents himself.

Tonya sincerely wondered why no one likes her so fun and open, neither at home nor in the brigade.

Computer games really affect the psyche. As a child, I played Tetris and have been waiting for a long stick since then.

told a familiar man. The search department of GIBDD, receives an appeal from a citizen, with a request to find the hiding culprit of the accident. I have a registrator in my hands. On the recording can be seen as a lady on her car, pulled the standing car of the victim. I wasn’t alone, maybe with my husband. We stopped, we went out, we watched – that’s important!!!) and they left. The numbers on the recording are visible. They quickly found the owner. They called. He was the one who was driving. For some reason, the recording was not shown to her. But on the words, they that there was a recording, according to which she was actually found. Such an act threatens with a fine and deprivation of the WU. But there is one but! If you behave humanly, negotiate with the victim, compensate for the damage, then the inspectors make concessions. In particular, in the explanatory it is written that the culprit did not notice / felt the collision. In this case, there is a chance to get rid of only a fine, without deprivation of the WU. tk. There is no intention of hiding. Exactly, I don't know if the culprit said about it or not.What will happen to the video recording in such a case, where it is visible that the culprit has examined the damage, the story is silent. I know exactly one thing. The inspector himself was tuned to such an outcome of the case... They are also people, and nothing human is foreign to them. I laid before the lady a sheet with an autograph, for an explanatory, left the office for a couple of minutes. Upon returning, he observes the picture: the lady collapsed on the chair, smiling. In the office, there is some man who without embarrassment rows in a folder with materials on this matter. The question – who are you? I answered with her. A man, with several attempts, drives him out into the corridor. And the lady stated that she decided to use Article 51 (right to be silent). Obviously, this is the idea of a dumb man. After such fints, the inspector is no longer tuned for any relief in punishment. There is a video, even if you are silent - you will answer in full! Is that how to understand it? The adult people. Well wrong (with whom it does not happen), committed an accident, well hidden - which is no longer suitable for an adequate adult. You have been found!! They said there was a video!!! What are you stupidly hoping for??? Why are adults so unconscious? Why are they not able to respond with dignity for an offence? And here are such strangers on the letter M, (from the words of the inspectors) then shout "menti-cats." P.S Be human and there will be people around you. I do not work in organs.

Deputies have proposed to close websites after the tragedy in Kerch. But not one deputies did not propose to close the Duma, after tragedies arranged on the roads by drunk deputies.

It is best to keep the conversation in silence. Not to confuse the interlocutor with a careless word with an important thought.

How many people do we meet over the years? Probably thousands. How many do we remember? Probably hundreds. How many communicate? Probably a few dozen. Past acquaintances with time are forgotten, and only sometimes, wherever taken, appears.

“Notice from the Past”

Instead of an epigram, an old joke.

“A Jew is in the tram and he is looking side by side. Yes, I know that, I know that, but I don’t know that. He is so happy with himself, holding a bouquet of flowers. Who is he such? I will argue logically. In our city Jews can work either in commerce or in the theatre. I work in the business, but I don’t know him. He works in the theatre.

Where is he going? Too late for the rehearsal, too early for the show. Probably going to the mistress. To whom is he going?

Three hundred in the city.