Not a single name

A film that will understand not everyone, but only those who at least somehow, but to reason - then not very, although, in principle, there is a certain pattern, as a result of which I think everyone understands everything, at least, in general.

Forgetting the classics.
It is so, because it cannot be as if it hadn’t been. And not because it is at all, but because when it is something, then it is please.

I do not understand the outrage over the Russian interference in the U.S. elections – I believe that the U.S. elections are so important for the whole world that it would be strange to entrust this matter to Americans alone.

The story of the grandfather Lenu from 28.02 inspired. About the one who “ruled the coil” and never talked about war.

We, children, grew up in the military without realizing it. Our parents were absolutely, to the tip of their nails, civilians, but we somehow got more in touch with grandparents of all kinds and all degrees of affinity.
I remember a younger grandfather, who by age could not go to the front - so he turned out, became a military pilot, and he even had something to be silent about. He taught us how to build plugs and play the preph.
We seemed to know that all our grandparents served, but since it was not common to talk about war in our family, we perceived the army as a pioneering camp, with a strict pioneering. If someone did not have one of the grandparents or grandparents - it was also perceived as something given, we did not understand the difference between cousins and cousins before 10 years.
We grew up in some military units, in fields, in warehouses. I remember once looking at the clothes of the cosmonauts from the Orenburg puff. But it was all like a game. We knew about war only from movies. We were even forbidden to play the game. Well, how it was forbidden... on the forehead could give, without a discount on whether you are a girl or a boy. and :)
I learned about the war when I was over 20 years old.
My grandmother’s sister died. A few months later her husband, who was then well over 90.
They talked to my parents about his wife, about life. He drank a couple of drinks and cried. First about his wife, and then he began to think of the war.
More than 60 years passed, and he remembered, and he was hurt.
No, he did not talk about heroic battles and feats. He said they were surrounded and then captured. What was scary. He told me that they didn’t eat at all in the camp. They, people, ate grass from under their feet, and when it disappeared, they began to dig roots. He tried to run several times, unsuccessfully. Then they succeeded, and fled.
He told them how they were hanging on raw potatoes in the fields. Then our own, and back to the camp, now our own. And the story goes round – there is, there is, there is want to eat. Once again, the grass.
Then, apparently, they found out, they let go.
If you haven’t seen how your eyes become square, then you’ve missed a lot. They were like that with me.
I began to carefully ask my parents, uncle and aunt about who their parents were.
In the dry remains:
My grandfather: artillery, penalty, infantry and artillery. After the war, he shot the bird without targeting, just raising his hand. He died in Gulag at the end of the forties.
I don’t know the army, I am punished, I am dead.
Grandma: the communications regiment, the Belarusian front, demobilized in the 47th, remained in the army on "unserious" positions.
Grandmother’s sister: taking Berlin. She was able to give birth to my aunt. What is it like to go to the city on the 9th month? How did they not be demobilized?
The second sister of the grandmother: the aircraft, missing, apparently died
The third grandfather: I have no idea where and who, but until his death he remained in the army. I don’t know, I didn’t talk about it in my family. Obviously something is not very important.
The fourth is aviation.
The fifth, who I wrote about above, no one knows where or who. I couldn’t tell him at once, and then he pretended that there was no conversation. No one in the family knew where or by whom. and :)

What I understood is that those who went through the war remain silent about it even among themselves. If they talk, it is by chance.

Putin showed a cartoon about how he can strike a missile at any point in the globe. And about how it can defeat poverty and corruption in Russia, even the cartoon did not show.

- What shit - the seat of the 2nd class on the 737 route Moscow - Kursk almost 4500?! to
“Are you sure the 737 is a train, not a Boeing?”

So, unfortunately, the same duration of life for men will not provide even the abolition of alcohol and all wars - men do not initially have vital forces to bear and feed.

And what only people do not justify their alcoholism, lol.

< The insidious plan>
Give dinner to the enemy.
But after six.

What a drunk brother!
For what?
On the pole...

The Amigo Browser is only suitable to remove it, with the words: "Adios Amigo".

C: It is disgusting when fashionable English words are inserted in place and not in place and are written in Russian letters.
Yes, there is such a console.

"The absence of law does not exempt from liability".
(KVN, team of the NHU, 1988)

I am just for! = is

Barista, of course, is a beautiful word and sounds like a hipster, but I’m in favour of calling them coffee makers – it’s brave and brutal, it reminds me of the steel makers and Manowar.

COFFEEWAR – Kings of Coffee, Brothers in Coffee and The Gods of Heavy Coffee

And in general, appearance, charisma, it’s not all that important. The main thing is that there is a man in the man. I met one of them on a trip. Low, not beautiful, but on the dance field moved, like a god.Sadly I will - went to the room later with two girls.
YYYYYYYYYYYYYY Not everything, you see, is equally useful. Beautiful dances impress girls, this is the turn. If I meet a girl who tells me “It’s so sexy that you can translate literally from English synchronously and in the ear!” then I’ll think I’m lucky in my personal life.

The Blue Coffee

>>> which coffee shops instead of "barista" calls "barist"

Barista, of course, is a beautiful word and sounds like a hipster, but I’m in favour of calling them coffee makers – it’s brave and brutal, it reminds me of the steel makers and Manowar.

As the holder of the license of a writer’s machine, I can’t read about nurses and ballerinas.

When I was young, I liked to dress up in my mom’s clothes and shake slowly. One day my father burned me. I was decided to study. In short, right there I was laid down, as I was, in a circle underwear, and well peeled with a leather dog handle.
Do you understand? I asked my father when it was over.
I understood, I cried out.
We talked to him about different things. I realized that in the shower I am not only half a girl, but also a salve.
In short, thank you, Uncle Toll, for the science.

by Pi. by Sy. Do not beat children, especially almost adults. Suddenly they will get up on you, uncomfortable.

Thenafig: I have always been stunned by this accuracy of calculations, etc. I am here at home in the toilet, sometimes I get past the toilet, and at this time somewhere in space, the men are folding many tons.
Kli4ko: So it’s the men from space joking about you – you’re joking.

You will not believe...

... and what? The master of sport in Sambo will swallow children?

There was one acquaintance with another husband - a comsomol, a beauty man, an athlete. I won’t lie, I can’t assure myself that it’s the master of sport and it’s about sambo, but a circle of some kind of sport led, a fact. No, I didn’t hit anyone there, but. At home, he tyrannized his wife and her children, for the slightest disobedience, bound to the bed with a mouth in a pillow and strapped to the blood with such a wrought cloth. All this - without screams and nerves on his side, with a perfectly sluggish fish face. Her acquaintance was silent about it for a long time, she was scared. Then the eldest son from such fun fled to another city, and when his police were taking off the train, he told everything. He promised to hang himself if he was returned to his family.
In short, this whole of your sports philosophy of non-violence is shell, there is no guarantee that the person under it is normal.

xxx> Can you need to cure your computer from viruses? I can do everything.)
yyy> calm down, Mish.
xxx> Well or turn the wheel?))
yyy> I have another OS.
xxx> and what is it?
yyy> Dasvi-DOS

zvarm: The problem with our MPs is that they make laws, even though they have to take medicines.