Every person lives for something good, something he should do in this life.
And his fate may be unsuccessful or wrong, but still there is at least one moment that he remembers and knows that that day he lived not in vain.
We also had such a day. for three.
We went fishing on Ladoga. There is such a place near Peter, where you can't get to the lake. Before this you need to cross the canal, then walk through the forest another 700-800 meters and only then you will get out to the shore. But we had a friend who lived on this none’s land, transporting through the canal, renting boats and staying in an abandoned building. Here we have arrived.
We settled and went to the evening star.
Just got out of the bushes of the barley, as the son says, say look at the boat turning. There is no wind, but in the distance you can see the rubber turning. It became clear that someone fell out and was trying to get back. We went there, we went swimming. The retired fisherman was already hanging on a rope along the board and was white like a canvas. was pulled. We picked up the boat and back.
I’m not going to stop at how we pulled him out with cognac, dragged a boat with a lower anchor and dragged the man into the house.
He survived, and that is the most important thing.
As it turned out, the man was a heartbeat and he at some point struck. He fell and then tried to get on the boat for three hours. To the shore is far, water +12 and a place where no one is. In a word, he was lucky this time. His angel sent us at the last moment.
But now I know that I have lived for at least one day. And I am immeasurably grateful to the heavens for the opportunity given to help the neighbor.

Emergency message: Losing presidential candidates will take part in the para-presidential elections.

I had a great thing here now: the chief was discussing the load of teachers of the department for the next year. They combine a lot of things inofficially or semi-officially.

How many living people do you have?

A good question for an employee of the department, half of which takes place in the morgae.

Photo posters from Brighton Beach (the place of compact residence of Russian speakers in New York):
A bunch of flowers - Two roses: $20.00, 11 roses: $9.00"

pda0: This picture is beautiful. I think it can be once and for all closed the question: why in Hollywood films instead of Russian inscriptions always some wildness. Why don’t they hire a consultant who knows Russian? They hire...

The Scale of Brutality

>> And why "barbershop" is better than the old good "citrus"?

There is no comparison! Blood was opened and teeth were scratched, and barbershop what? Tiffany, and nothing more.

A lot of people here already want to knock a little on their heads and kindly ask, “Au, is there anything there?”

I read a very sad book today.
What a book?
and Savings.

Some Russians earn as much per second as some in a month

Yyy: Very suitable for the description of my two neighbors. Both are unemployed.

Walking past the audience, the Deputy Dean heard the students discussing their cycles, not being embarrassed by the group members or the open door. Outraged by this behavior, he entered the office with the question: “What are you doing here?” "Programme" - the choir answered the girls.

YYYY :
The turtles are numbered and uniformed. They build, they honor. A day ago, I studied the sting attack. A sanepidemiologist is required for field exercises.

GermannM: Immediately you see, spring has come. In the wallet of whom.

Reporting in the Company:
xxx: I recorded the task in redmain "Recording tasks in redmain - 4 hours", but I was told not to do so anymore

The answer is one:

> is right And other things - blends and pancakes! Down the Foreigners!
And if seriously - it's the same thing, but in a different recipe.

"Only "Grenka" can’t cost eight dollars, and "crouton" can".

This is:

I watch the old Soviet cartoon "The Secret of the Third Planet".
Alice Selezneva, all the work.

There are two episodes in the eye:

1st They fly on the flyer, suddenly the flyer breaks and descends to the ground, they come out and go on foot, Captain Green begins to repair it.
2nd The spacecraft lands, one support is not opened to the end, the brave captain jumps out and brings the support to a normal position.

This is how much this Soviet habit of believing that the fucking working technology is normal, that even the screenwriters included it in the cartoon!

The twenty-second century!

They have a flame falling from the sky.
Their ship's support is not fully revealed!

But all the Niibatzos are heroic captains.

Swallow, his mother
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The twenty-second century, the twenty-first century, the twenty-first century, the twenty-first century, the twenty-first century, the twenty-first century, the twenty-first century, the twenty-first century, the twenty-first century, the twenty-first century, the twenty-first century, the twenty-first century, the twenty-first century, the twenty-first century, the twenty-first century, the twenty-first century, the twenty-first century, the twenty-first century, the twenty-first century, the twenty-first century, the twenty-first century. Behold, you are a trunk, not by time, but by spirit.

No so
It is so

"Store" is the same borrowed as "shopping", a word from the times when French was in fashion. The French borrowed it from the Arabs.

Is it hard to borrow another word to refer to the same concept, if the first was perfectly lived? Then, when the fashion of Anglicism passes, will we introduce Chinese terms?

Then that is not the same.
In most cases, if you dig, borrowing is justified. In particular, shopping is not "going shopping" (which is already 2.5 times longer than shopping), it is specifically "going shopping for pleasure, not buying really necessary things." There is no such word in Russian and there has never been. And, say, prank is not just a joke, but a certain class of jokes. And not every noise of hip hop, and not every motorcyclist, and not every horror of crypto. The meaning of the borrowed word often differs from the meaning of both our analogues and, that is characteristic, the foreign original. Rarely there are accurate, unattracted replacement for the ears. The language is borrowed and enriched.
A reserved language is a dead language.

When I was 20, my father bought me a room. A total of rooms on the 8th floor, respectively, cabin with toilets 4 - one for 2 rooms. When I went there, I immediately replaced the old toilet for a new compact at my own expense, since the old one was almost 50 years old, still with a "butt for a rope" tank. The other "co-owner" did not live there, his room was empty. After some time the room was sold and the new owners let the tenants. They pulled a "fashionable" colored toilet and put it without notifying me, because I didn't live in my room at the time, wheeled on business trips. My "white friend" was taken away by them in an unknown direction.

I come on vacation somehow, in a week the neighboring tenants gathered together. And then I get an extremely interesting offer from them - to pay for a fashionable fashion miracle of 5000 Re, the type, they put it, spent. It was in 2010, which made up such a crazy amount, I still don’t understand. I, of course, refused, referring to the fact that bought by me, almost new, they replaced by their own lust and for it I did not take money from anyone.

I left for my business all day. In the evening, a huge surprise awaited me - their toilet, unpaid by me, they forged and took with them. And I left a hole in the floor and pieces of cement, for memory.

The next day I bought myself a new, though not very fashionable - white color - for 3500 Re.

I wonder, somewhere now these tenants and are they driving all their rental apartments their fashionable green miracle?

I saw the day that was darker than the night, and the night that the light burned the eyes.
“Petrovich, let’s go, we’ve heard about your trips to the north a hundred times.

I am going hysterically.
Getting to Depressive
and anxiously
I take tablets

>>>A little more - and they will get to "the Bolsheviks undercover stole the deserved victory from Germany".

“Welcome to Mexico – Silver Prize winner of the Mexican-American War”

And you, the sociophobes, who are isolated from society by the stream of sound shit (yes, for most of you it is not music, but shit) from the player, sit better at home.

And you, the authoritative music critics, indicating who and where to sit, go better naked. And don’t forget to capture your own super-value but unwanted opinion about other people’s audio tastes.