I finally found him. The encounters, whether by indiscriminacy or by ecstasy, gave the most contradictory information. And there were no indicators or advertisements, of course, not the universes. “He” is the ORS, the work supply department. Shops were such, but not for everyone, but for a certain caste. In oil-producing areas - only for oil workers, in metallurgical - for metalworkers, along the railways for railway workers and so on.
Inside it is empty. Only behind the shelf is the seller's ass. Yes, in the corner a certain old lady humbly hid, does not buy anything and - for some reason immediately understandable - no one is waiting, just standing. “And you don’t cough, young man.” I presented my papers. Is there a tuff? No, maybe there’s a clutter? Also not, but is it? Oh, I’m lucky, weigh five kilos, please. And this? You have a lot of abundance here. Also 5 kilograms. “I put my bag up. The set is essentially modest, but in ordinary shops there is nothing but a "tourist breakfast" and some seaweed in the banks. And the other ugliness is unhealthy, absolutely uneatable. At the end of the joke, as with the thistle and the condensed, I ask, “Is there cheese? Is there? Are you serious? One and a half pounds, please. “I can’t,” the seller replied. “Let’s give four hundred.” – Maximum four hundred grams. – “Let’s give four hundred.” – What kind of cheese, I didn’t even think of asking, there were, it seems, three names throughout the RSFSR, all not delicious, but it was cheese. and cheese.
The old lady quietly approached the doorstep. I noticed her hands, large, dark, strained. She hadn’t seen it before, hiding it under the blanket. The cloth is squeezed, somewhere carefully squeezed, tied around the waist of an indefinite color of an old but clean dress. “Daughter, do you sell me cheese?” “You can’t,” the saleswoman usually answers. “The young man can, he’s a traveler, but you, Momma, can’t.” You are not angry with me, my daughter. Forgive me, my daughter.”
I walked to the door. He turned and went back.
The grandmother...
She raised my blinking eyes on me. There was endless patience in those eyes. And obedience – whatever happens – is absolute obedience. Like a horse belonging to a wicked master. They whisper her constantly, it hurts, of course, but so it should be. Otherwise it cannot be.
What, my son?
I pulled her a wrap with cheese: “Please take it, grandmother. It is for you.”
At first she couldn’t believe it. Like the same struck horse, which suddenly instead of a knot was pushed up with oatmeal. No, it doesn’t happen, I’m dreaming. Then he swallowed:
God will bless you, son. I get the money now. Now, where are you, my son? Take the money, my son.
I was at the door, “Thank you. I don’t need your money.”
I am a tough person, not sentimental at all. But here I walk along the paths to my refrigerator section and I feel the tears boiling under the centuries. Tears of anger and powerlessness.
I crashed into the wagon. The bag told the mechanic: “You’re on duty today. “I’m sitting on my bed, I sit. I see the same thing: huge brown palms, accustomed to hard work since childhood. And the eyes, once radiant, and now the blind eyes on the wrinkles face. And most importantly: Impossible patience and submission in them.
The mechanic on the table alternately puts supplies on the table: "Oh, and the rice is overwhelmed! You are good boss. Here we have what? It will even be useful. I turned around and said, “Listen, boss, and if... what about you? Why are you so upset? Happened what?“!”
Nothing happened, I cried back. Everything as usual. As usual.

Makronite - often calling uselessly, long and messy talking on the phone.
To throw a slice is to always promise, but to give nothing.

Why is there still no criminal liability for such a shame? I just imagine a man living in full confidence that he has passed on his genes. Absolutely normal and understandable human desire. A man works, spends money to keep his genes growing and surviving. him, not somebody else. And then it turns out that he did not pass the nickname. And maybe it is too late. And for such a great, really meaningful naebalovo woman does not bear any responsibility, in fact. This must be regulated by law somehow. According to statistics, at least 5% of men do not raise their children. It burns every time.

In 2019, he bought Nintendo Switch. Godek got tired, tired and it was time to get rid of her. He put on the avito at the average market price, said, the full set, the state of fire, quickly found the buyer, a fun guy with dredds and the face of the young Nicholas Cage, and safely took her.

It’s been two years and on one bitter party at work I make a spontaneous decision to buy the same used turf as I did. I quickly find a suitable fresh ad nearby for cheap, I negotiate with the seller and in 15 minutes I shout to the nearest TC. I approach the main entrance, and there I am already waiting... That same Nicholas Cage with a smile to his ears and a console in his hands. No drinks, but it’s not scary. I approach, we silently look at each other, smile. A spark, a storm, a madness... Dialogue: “She?” “She ”. We begin to roast. The circle is closed.

My friend’s brother resigned and moved to a new job.



I ask :

Who is working now?

Vasa is now a big boss. More than a thousand people under it.

Oh well solid. Who was he arranged for?

Director of the cemetery.

The car industry crisis is when you sell an old car more expensive than you bought.

At work, I’m sitting in the office with five pretty cracked-looking aunts: jeans, sweaters, unwashed beads (I’m an ordinary kind of guy with a bit longer hair than usual). The courier comes in, looks around the office and asks, "Who of you was Vadim?" The next day, everyone (except me) came in shirts and dresses.

In the sixth grade we had such a funny thing. Students prepared various fun tasks or examples in mathematics and told at the board. And here comes out excellent Lena to the board and begins to explain for Jules our Verne, what kind of shit he wrote about 20 thousand lieues underwater. He writes with a crumb how many lieues will be (it is 5556 m), multiplies by 20 thousand, and op - there is no such depth, and it can not be. Jules Verne was wrong, and our Soviet schoolgirl embarrassed the Frenchman.



I, who then read Verne and even carried books with me to school to read on the shifts, raise my hand and say, forgive me, but Verne in the books calculated everything very accurately and although of course I was wrong in determining the maximum depth (not much), but 20 thousand lieues is the length of the way that Nautilus has gone underwater, and not the depth at all. In my opinion, in the publication there was also a map of the route, only there was written about 80 thousand kilometers... And my teacher is like this – sit down, don’t be wise, and Lena is good, Lena is five.

xxx: Can you attach at least a small biography of the model to such photographs? Not to search on the internet.



YYY: Could I still be younger for you?

I remember one day I went to a camp. Ordinary Soviet model. And somewhere on the 4th day of my stay there, we were led to play the Intellectual Games. My team and I answered various questions. The last question was: "Note the name and surname of the President of the United States depicted on the 100-dollar bill." Since I was interested in such facts, I was able to answer that none. Franklin was not a president, he was more in science and public activity. I laughed in my face, saying that this could not happen. That only leaders print on banknotes. But the question was counted as B. Franklin sounded out of my mouth. The first place. However, I had a bad feeling at the time, because I was tried to be exposed as a fool in collective perception.

A five-year-old son spent his savings on toys. I ask, well, son, are you happy now? Yes, he says, but some toys are not enough, more money is needed. I begin to explain that money is simply not enough to be, you need to behave properly, study well and, in the future, work decently. Type, the usual strategic scheme of the appearance of money, and life in general. The son sinked, thought and went out to play the tablet. After a while, I checked his queries on Google: "how to make money from paper", "how to make the ATM issue a lot of money".

Now I think how to understand a child in the language to explain some articles of the Criminal Code of the Russian Federation.

I, being a small 3.14s, painted a ruble with Lenin on paper. How I could, of course. I went to the store and at the box, with a serious face, asked to pierce me some candy. The cashier, apparently deciding not to upset the baby - broke (thank you, good woman!). What a surprise I was when the next day this magic didn’t run through!

Xxx: We opened an unnamed food store sometime in the 00s. And some hooligan on the wall next to him wrote with a balloon "mammon shit." The name of the store was determined and firmly settled in the minds of all the inhabitants of the area. Even adults, including my parents, were accustomed to this name and said, “Go in the shit for bread.”

Xxx: I had a period when the pear was very encouraged by others. He went to the hospital with appendicitis, in the chamber all lay after the operations, all the men. The first sign of the beginning of the proper functioning of the intestines is flatulence, well, the doctors said in any case not to restrain yourself. The collective picked up fun, so it was customary to congratulate the popping loudly and fun) and the louder and more delicious the pop got, the more fun it was in the chamber) not to get sick and not get into uncomfortable situations)))

You need to go to bed on time, not during the day.

Recently, in one discussion, a major physicist said that a real physicist, if he is an honest person, would have trouble answering questions such as: what is entropy, field, spin, or, say, quantum confusion. However, any scientist who is cuddled in Wikipedia and hardened in scratches on the internet, without a whisper and with a sting, will indulgencely scratch the answer to any of these questions with one spirit.
And someone illustrated this point of view with this story:
The English physicist Joseph Thomson once asked a student at an exam, "What is an electron?" The student began to yell and scream, “You know, Professor, I knew, but I forgot...” Thomson grabbed him for his chest and started shouting, “How dare you forget this? You were the only one who knew it!”

The Russian missiles, which will soon be deployed in Nicaragua and Venezuela, will not be targeted against the United States, they will only serve to combat maritime piracy in Mongolia.

Today, 7-30 in the morning, the wife is going to work in the city, we live in the village in a private house. As a loving husband, I go open the gates, start the car. I shifted the swarms, I began to open the swarms (like "in the guests of the fairy tale") and at the same time, loudly, long, with a crack of pear, lengthy, for a few seconds. Naturally, at the same time, a young neighbor leads on the street, next to me, two children by the hand to the school camp, looks at me with a stone face, pronounces:

Good morning to you!! to

Shame on how...

Is it time for a new holiday in Russia? Day to protect children of officials from sanctions

One day, Arkady Raikin came to Kiev with a miniature theatre. At the first performance, someone from the hall shouted the word “Jid.” Raikin stopped the speech, turned into the hall and asked the screaming to get up and leave the hall. Nothing happened. Then Raikin turned to the spectators sitting next to the screaming man, asking to identify the anti-Semite. Nothing happened. Raikin noted that in case of refusal to identify, neighboring spectators become complicit of the scream. Nothing happened. Then Raikin interrupted the performance and completely canceled the tour in Ukraine. The next day, in the Central Committee of the Communist Party of Ukraine, the 1st secretary of the Ukrainian Communist Party, Shcherbitsky, told Raikin: “Why are you interrupting the tour because of one person?” Raikin replied, “There was not one anti-Semit, there was the whole hall.”