It is being built. I hear the whisper and the knock of the tails.
People are wasting the budget and rubbing the grandmothers.

I want to remove a new office. I read one ad: "san node in pedestrian accessibility".
Not 10 minutes in the car.

In accordance with the orders of the Rector of the Moscow State University and the decrees of the Government of the Russian Federation, classes at the university are held according to the following schedule:

Saturday 28 April in accordance with the schedule approved for Monday;
on Monday 30 April in accordance with the schedule approved for Saturday;
on Saturday 5 May according to the schedule approved for Monday;
on Monday 7 May in accordance with the schedule approved for Saturday;
on Tuesday 8 May in accordance with the schedule approved for Saturday;
Saturday 12 May, according to the schedule approved for Tuesday.

How much do you need to be happy?
The money?
No to megaton.

I have not been given forever alone for a week.

I haven’t taken troll face for a year.

From WoT Forum

Help, the sound from the earphones comes out through the frontal hole and it is virtually not heard (where and what to fix? :( is
I dare ask again: what?
"The front hole" is the mouth of what? and closed.

Life is the eternal struggle of the best half of mankind against the strongest.

I want to tell you one curious case with Joseph Davydovich Kobzon, to whom he himself was a witness.

It was in the mid-1970s. In the former hotel Russia, a concert hall was held.

Of course, there was Kobzon with the crown song "Day of Victory". He had nine orchestras, so-called Swedish composition.

The same concert was held by Belarusian singer Viktor Vujacic. With the same composition and with the same baritone voice as Cobson. He sang a song, if I’m not mistaken, “Moldovanka.”

I.D.Cobzon at this time, already dressed in fracks, played behind the scenes for money in nardas. And suddenly on the inner loudspeakers he hears: “Joseph Cobson speaks, etc.” Joseph, not in a hurry, throws the nardas and "solidly" rushes from the griller to the scenes. Without reaching the stage, he hears that his orchestra has lost the entrance and “he, Cobson!” He sang “The Day of Victory.”

Arriving in the side scenes, he sees his ensemble on stage, and sings for him... Victor Vujacic, perfectly imitating the intonations of Kobzon.


After several numbers announced the song "Moldavanka" and with the orchestra of Vujachic came out Kobzon and sang it, perfectly imitating Vujachic and the voice and manner of performance.

The spectators felt something unusual, but few guessed what was going on. Both singers had the same height and tone of voice and greatly imitated each other.


After the concert, the director of the hall "Russia" Lev Markovich Feldman, ran to Joseph Kobzon and began to annoy him for such a rally.


We must say that L.M. Feldman was a very influential person among Soviet cultural figures.
He was feared as fire by artists of all ranks. He could easily report a popular artist or musician with all present. In addition, Feldman did not tolerate excuses and objections from guilty artists.

The only one he feared and respected was Joseph Cobson.

And there was the following dialogue between L.M. Fieldmay and I.D. Kobzon:


“Lev,” replied I. Kobson to L.M. Feldman’s claims, “Respond to me, something is wrong with you.
Do you like the music players?

No, we played great! But Joseph...

“Levah, maybe I or Victor sang badly?

No to Joseph! But I am about another...

“Leva, maybe the declared songs, “Victory Day” or “Moldovanka” did not sound at the concert?

No to Joseph! It sounded, but...

Left, you are too sensitive. It must be!? to
Everyone played well, the declared repertoire was fulfilled, we no longer talk about singing, the audience
I was upset, and you, Leva, are unhappy!? to

Do you need to look like a neurologist?

Here is a generation of correctors who do not know the Russian language.

Do you repair computers?
I : Yes. What can I help?
Q: The mixer is broken. Do you do?
I am O_O
Q: It’s a lot easier than a computer.
I am :'( ppt...
And so always...

xxx> an old friend sent a photo of her pierced nipple. In fact, I asked this photo for about a year and a half.
xxx> the quest is completed, - you can rejoice, but, it turns out, now, it suddenly turns out that one of the meaning of life OO is lost

Kljaksa: We have a group of 14 guys and I. Today the prede issued papers and asked to write an anonymous review on his subject. The mood was bad, there was half a page of negativity and sharp criticism.
Kljaksa: When I gave up, I remembered that I used a verb in a woman’s kind in one place, fucking :(

Now it was: in English blondeO took from a friend a tablet on the Android, could not find the unlock button and made a logical conclusion. Android is shit.

The shortest we were spotted when we quietly decided to cut off the Bulgarian castle.

"I don't know about sinners, but gamers after death are in the main menu.

We went to the cemetery and then went to the temple. I give the notes to the servant – suddenly something flying side by side without a row and, interrupting us, says: “I only have one name to write down! " Well, one, one – we go to meet her. The name was written, then the candles were picked for a long time - it needed to be as many as possible! To burn for as long as possible. I chose, but remained dissatisfied – poor. I finally learned somewhere. I stand in front of the icon, and suddenly again a vigorous push to the side, again it is a miracle. "Allow me to go," he says. She climbed from the back of the crucifixion, where the candles are put for rest, wrapped her large candle to the cross itself, dropping several other people's candles.
We didn’t say anything to her, and nobody made a comment to the chicken. Probably everyone, like me, lacks illusions – we don’t believe that the beast can be re-educated.

Even a person who knows 20 languages needs a native. In case he cuts his finger.

He was dressed in his little shoes (7 years old). We divided into two groups: "Let" and "Give, because they are small". He says:
“Look, here I put together those who are ‘one’ and here are those who are ‘zero’.
It seems that with the choice of the future profession we have decided)))

A feeling that you are not in contact, but in the very field where you promised not to sit with all these people.

Yesterday I stood on a pedestrian crossing. Waiting for green. There is a guy next door. With the green light, the car stops. The guy bursting under his nose "mudd" opens the back door, sits in it and immediately goes out from the other side and crosses the road. Driving in shock.