Phone fraudsters stumbled upon an insurmountable barrier and became the victims of a simple retiree from Chelyabinsk. This is by the local agency Access 1.

According to him, the perpetrators under the guise of bank employees called a 70-year-old foreign language teacher. They told the woman that unknown persons allegedly wanted to steal money from her account, and clarified the amount of money on him. The account held only 50 rubles, but the retired woman suddenly named the amount of 160 thousand times more - 8 million.

Further, the perpetrators began to rush the woman to transfer money to a supposedly safe account, and also asked to always stay in touch. In response, she stated that incoming calls to her phone were paid, then the fraudsters offered to replenish her balance sheet.

"Nearly immediately they transferred me 500 rubles. I think they were going to hold me on the hook for a long time. Then the same "employee" called back and boldly that the trust and safety of customers for him above all, again urging to go to the ATM. But I was not going to go anywhere and asked which bank he represented. When he called, I pretended to be sclerotic and stated that 8 million are in another organization, and they only have 50 rubles," she said.

Further, she "heard a selection blasphemy" in the tube, after which the deceived offender completed the conversation.

Dad, what are the nuances?
- How would you explain this... Well, see: Putin went on a new term and Navalny went on a new term - like everyone has a new term, but there are nuances...

told a friend.

When he was 6-7, in the early 1980s, he spent summer holidays in the village with his grandmother and grandfather. The village is small, under Melitopol.

And then on a hot day, when no one was home, he examined the surroundings. During the summer, there are hardly any people in the village. Everyone at work. Who in the field, who in the shepherd or in the gardens. Then he walked through the garden, and then walked behind the roof, and saw an eagle rushing through his deeds. He wanted to catch up, but that york passed by and got into the hole. Skyrda was called a huge pile of seed, standing behind the barracks. My grandfather had been cutting and laying the seed in this stake all summer – cattle for winter. And this scratch was not small. And higher, and more sarai.

So, the shrimp is there. Inside in. He is not seen. My friend said, and I was intelligent at the time. As I thought. And I knew that the hunters in hunting cast smoke from one side of the pit or cave, and they themselves catch the beast from the other side. I decided to do as well. Let the smoke from one side of the hole, because the hole is frightened and runs out from the other side. Here I will catch him. of logic?

I take fireworks in the summer kitchen, carefully light up the seed, then smoke it to smoke... And it does not extinguish! I am confused trying to extinguish it, but where is it? The dry seed. It burns more and more. What to do? The flame is above me. I am an officer.

A scream from a neighbor’s garden. A neighbor stumbled somewhere, jumping to me. In just a few minutes there were a dozen people in the yard. A couple of men, mothers, villas and grabbers pulled away the burning seed. Some aunts with children a little older than me, pulled water from the well and poured water. Everything goes so well, so quickly. Some get water from the well, others pull these waters, others pour the fire. The child's thinning pieces of seed are tapped. I am alone on the side of the outcast. Destroyed quickly. Probably for five minutes.

Five minutes later, my grandfather touches me on the brick and, taking me for the skin, he starts reporting.

You could burn the house! The whole courtyard! You could burn the village. The summer! The heat! The seed could fly and burn everything to... to... to... and burn everything to...

He did not matured with me, and the vocabulary was lacking, plus all the emotions. And he is such:

Do you know who you are after that? You... you... you are a fascist!

That was probably his greatest insult. I got rid of it and ran to the house.

They talked to me a few times and explained. I said I understood everything. I didn’t touch the lights. I understood it only after a few years. and terrified. I could actually burn the village. How well people acted... I am amazed until now.

And “fascist,” with the light hand of my grandfather, I was called for a long, several years. Not only friends, but also peasants. Nevertheless, besides me, he had three grandchildren and two grandchildren, and they all came to host in the summer, and it was necessary to distinguish them all.

Whose granddaughter is so dressed?

This is “fascist.”

A-A is a fascist.

M is...

And here many years have passed. I forgot that story long ago. My grandmother and grandmother are not there for a long time. And I am already an adult, many years have not been in this village, I go with my daughter to visit relatives. Sitting on the bus at the motorway station. Two unfamiliar grandmothers come to me.

Who is going to come to our village? And to whom? Whose will you be?

I don’t like to talk about it, but there’s nowhere to go. I answer.

You are a grandson like that. Son of such?

and yes.

The “fascist”?

and AGA.

Grandmothers grumble satisfied, the daughter's eyes are rounded, and I turn to the window.

For some reason I am very sad.

Xxx: The gynecologist usually asks this - do you live a sexual life?



Yyy: I survive

Sometimes a person begins to talk intensely. To hide what he has nothing to say about the case.

Deacon

My father is a geodeticist with 45 years of experience. It was in Eastern Siberia. His father led a search party several times, producing topographic footage of an untouched taiga. The party consisted of three working horses and two wicked horses. Sometimes they stayed in Thailand for months. When the provisions were coming to an end, the father obtained food with the help of an old-fashioned "tull" - twin. By the way, once one of the horses was struck by a bear, so the father only then signed off from the bureaucrats-officials, who suspected him of selling the "vehicle" to the left.
Now the story itself. For the convenience of reading from the first person.

We return after another day of filming to the camp, to our tent. I hear the smoke from the fire. Honestly, stressed, cartridges with cartridges charged: in those wild edges of a person could only be met in one case - if it is a fugitive zeck. We approach the camp. A fire is burning, a man is sitting next to him. He heals peacefully.
I look at you, you are four. Dinner was prepared for everyone. I apologize for self-government.
He got a bottle with alcohol, cooked the searchers, drank himself. He said the following.
I come from these places. I have been educated for a long time, I live in a big city, and I miss Taipei, I have no strength. This is how it turns out that every year I take a vacation – and here, in the hollow. A month on the taiga shastai, like a shatun bear. Enough until the next vacation. At work, I’m called Wild. And they don’t understand that if I didn’t fix my nerves, I might have struck somebody at all. There are no people, there is beauty.

People have been waiting for a whole year for the "Direct Line" to fix the sorting in the rural school, and he tells them about Ukraine and NATO. Who is he after that?

Xxx: My sister is ten years younger than me. She married, gave birth to a nephew, settled in our own town.

Someday he calls:

“Martin, we’ve broken the router, come in, please fix it.

I am not an electrician, and I am lazy, so I answer that, say, you have a husband for this case, let him do.

The answer:

You are a fool, right? Will the current kill him?

I had to explain that at her age the likelihood of having a second husband was slightly higher than the likelihood of having a second brother.

Xxx: I did some work on order to a group member, sent it by mail, and he sent my message to the board to check. I don't know the expression of the preacher's face at the time, but he wrote to a group member to tell me where and what to correct.

In the past, people boasted of their bodies, and today they boast of their antibodies.

Covers of Paragon

When Parajanov was sitting in the zone, M. Antonioni, Federico Fellini, and Tony Guera fell down, gathered up $40,000 (a huge sum at the time) and transferred to Soyuzkino with a request to improve his conditions in the camp. Soyuzkino rejected the gift: “We should all sit in the same conditions.”

Nevertheless, Fellini was constantly sending Parajannov packages with products. The head of the zone began to question: who is this Federico?! Parajanov answered with a blue eye: “This is actually Fedor, my brother. He arrived in Italy in October with our revolutionary grandmother... and even took her surname – Fellini, which in Italian means “unbreakable”.

And when the pencil was removed from him in the area and he was forbidden to draw, he scratched the profiles of great people on kefir covers, poured resin and made such "Paradjanov medals". One of his works with the profile of Pushkin came to Fellini, and he made it a silver medal, which became the main award at the film festival in Rimini... It was received by Mastroyanni, Sophie Loren and Miloš Forman.

“The Western threat is around us, they want to attack us and steal our wealth!” (Putin and VP Putin)
Not for “us”, but for you! We have no wealth.

Xxx: In 2015 lost 32 kg in a month without diets and sports.



Did you cut off your legs by train?

Xxx: A nervous acquaintance in a month lost 10 kg when her husband left her to her mistress.  My husband is back, the pounds too.



You lost my love, I’m back!

In two months: No, I showed up.

The phrase "just don't stick" means roughly the following:

I want to fuck just like you, but if you find out, you’ll think I’m a prostitute and I’m not. And even if you’re going to have sex, it’s not because I’m a prostitute, it’s because you were too stubborn and I couldn’t refuse you.



Well, or the girl really doesn’t want to be attached to her for some reason.

If a woman is dressed in front of you, then she will have nothing to wear.

My aunt (her kingdom of heaven) was of a very strong nature.
And it could not be otherwise - her husband died young, leaving her with her sons - weather. There were farms: cows, sheep, pigs, and even horses. Nobody counted the birds, as did the bees.
So I listened unquestionably to her, seeing how she was managed with all these animals. Goose listened to her. by Gusi! Which I am afraid of here...
The only thing that annoyed me was her habit of chewing her instructions. Literally “you go here, you turn there, you take that and you do it” Along with my aunt’s lack of sense of humour, these insightful instructions brought me to white thickening as a teenager.
Seeing this, my aunt once called me and... once again “squeezed” me the story of her habit.
Following her words:
If you want to be understood, explain it correctly, otherwise it may be funny for someone, but sad for someone. Do you remember the first time your parents came to me? Okay, she was small.
And then I met you with your parents, sat down with them in the bus to show you where to ask the driver to stop (you know, the road to our hutor is only by stone, on foot)
She asked the driver to stop, and she commanded your parents: “All out! My voice is commanding, you know.
All passengers of the bus...
The bus... has left.

New article of the RF Code:
Refusal of voluntary vaccination is punished by compulsory vaccination.

The mass regime will never be cancelled, and vaccinations will become mandatory once every six months. It is not possible to deprive the surplus profits of businessmen who are approaching power: some make masks, others make a vaccine.

Cole is a very big man. Growth - a meter ninety, weight - 160kg; somewhere 120, no less - "dry weight". "Fingers are like microphones," if anyone remembers Evdokimov and his Sergey Bugaenko. In his youth he went on landing. At the age of forty, his life brought him to the United States with his wife and children, where he opened a small construction company. My wife hardly worked. One day he found another man at home who was not at work. Strangely enough, he was not injured, but the family came to an end. Kolya went out with a small suitcase and a dog, scratched his thinning hair, and pretended that even with business, he would have to pull up the belt. Two-and-a-half salaries are not easy. However, the work prompted the idea: Colin's business consisted of repairing and rebuilding houses in a not very successful area of a not very successful city. And if you move away another quarter by five, then there was already a very unimportant area. Still, the big plus of this place was that the apartment there could be rented for just a penny. The appropriate, i.e. The house was found quickly, and the "euroremont" was carried out by the firm in a couple of weeks. Then our hero came in with a dog. Here you need to explain in the form of a retreat that Cole very much liked to shake and knock the dog on the side. Knowing his strength, he bought a dog from the calculation "to not kill" (his words). Thus e. Simply put, he had a huge rottweiler-cable that grew up to 60+kg weight. Having reasoned that in any area the main danger on the street would be those with foot, Kolya began to walk him along and across twice a day.

However, the reputation of the area was softened. One evening, "the lady with the dog" was surrounded by local non-adults, aged 15-16, in the amount of 5 pieces. Here, of course, the question arises, who exactly they did not notice: the collar or his beast on the lead. In any case, they made friends and began to surround him. The leader even picked up a scarf and showed it to Cole, arguing for the proposal to promote the evening. As often happens with very strong people, Kolya is a kind, responsive, and very calm person. The scissors he had just seen before, and even knew how to use, so this aspect of the meeting did not surprise him and did not very upset him. He looked at the boys, looked at the dog (the dog, hanging out his tongue, dropped saliva on the asphalt and questioningly looked at the owner). And here, as Cole explained later, he became very funny. He widely divided his open palms the size of a shark and in his English with the pronouncement of the classic Hollywood Russian bandit and the Ellochki-man-eating dictionary connected exactly two words: Boyz, wound! Guys, go on running! From the eyes of the boys the diaper dropped. They looked at the “client” and the dog in shock and... ran away, shining their heels! There were no more problems in the area.