A cleaning lady who arrived early in the morning found five frozen corpses and an empty bottle of deadly drink in the garage.
Vera howled for a whole week, and then fell into a dull stupor. Life without a loved one, behind whom it was like behind a stone wall, without work and any prospects, seemed meaningless and hopelessly difficult. Only a small amount in dollars saved him from real hunger - Volodya saved for a car. By the summer it was discovered that the son had grown out of all his clothes. Sighing heavily, Vera pulled out “American rubles” from the hiding place under the closet, exchanged twenty and went to a shop with the proud name “Elite Second-Hand from Europe,” where she found an ugly scandal.
The elderly, overweight housewife reprimanded the saleswomen for the mess, shortages and bottles of cheap port wine in the back room. They scolded him with passion and accused the woman of “Jewish greed.” It ended with the girls being ordered to get out. Which they did, turning over a couple of racks of clothes as they said goodbye. The hostess with a gray face fell onto the stool. Vera, who was sorting through the children's things in the next room, gave the woman some Valocordin found in the medicine cabinet, hung a "Closed" sign on the door and set about putting things in order. Having learned how to handle things at her dry cleaner, she deftly and quickly separated men's from women's, winter from summer, tied bright scarves onto boring white blouses, and polished dust-covered shoes. The basement store, which previously looked like an unsightly flea market, has acquired a civilized appearance.
“God himself sent you to me,” said the hostess, who had come to her senses. - Where do you work?
“I don’t have a job,” Naydenova admitted.
“I’ll take you,” Dina Semyonovna slammed her plump hand covered in rings on the counter. – I don’t promise a big salary, but you will have a percentage of sales. And you can get dressed for half – okay, a third of the price.
Vera took up the task with enthusiasm. She called former colleague from the dry cleaner, who was also scouring for space, and work began to boil. Now the goods were not sent straight from bags to hangers, but were carefully sorted. What was better was cleaned, washed, ironed, supplied with various labels, placed in thin cellophane packaging and called the tempting word “stock”.
Profits doubled, and Dina Semyonovna promoted Naydenova to manager.
She paid for her promotion with the death of her fathers-in-law, who loved her like their own. Having picked up some exotic disease in Africa, they quietly left one after another.
It was then that Vera began to suspect that there was a mysterious connection between her successes and troubles.
A few years later, Dina Semyonovna went to join her son in Australia for permanent residence. I transferred the business to Vera, now Vera Nikolaevna, stipulating the amount that was transferred to the country of kangaroos every quarter. Before Naydenova had time to get used to her new role, she ended up on the operating table with severe peritonitis. Anton entered a military school, which he had dreamed of since the third grade, and the tax authorities came after her so harshly that the owner of the second-hand store almost ended up in jail. My son was offered to continue his education at the Academy armed forces. And Vera was not even surprised when, on the day of his enrollment, her beloved man Yura called and said in a sad voice that he was returning to his wife, with whom he had lived apart for seven years.
The businesswoman, having saved up money, bought an apartment in a prestigious area, and a week later she buried her brother. Actually, it’s not such a big loss for her. She and her brother were never close. But after his death, my mother started drinking. Vera treated her mother in a good sanatorium and hired a companion for her. After that, nothing bad happened for a long time. And here is today's accident. Isn't it too small for a whole year of calm?
The cell phone began to sing. Naydenova pressed herself to the side of the road. She was a law-abiding driver and never talked while driving. The security guard at their house called.
- Vera Nikolaevna, a man came to see you here. He says that you don’t know each other, but he has business with you. He asks when you will be there.
“I’m already arriving,” she answered, immediately getting upset. So, that means the battered car was just flowers. Let's see what the berries are like.
Naydenova entered a spacious hall lined with palm trees and overgrown ficus trees. A tall, bald man stood up to meet her. He had eyes different color. One is gray, the other is greenish. And the corners of his mouth are raised, as if he is smiling.
- Vera Nikolaevna? I'm talking about the morning incident.
- And who are you?
– My sister is married to Nikolai, who scratched your car.
- Well, I didn’t scratch it, but I dented it quite well. And... Wait, are you that “Shuryak” who can be talked to?
“Apparently,” he spread his hands.
- How did you find me?
– I punched the car number into the database. Please tell me what are you going to do? Will you write a statement or demand compensation?
“I won’t demand anything,” Naydenova waved it off. Well, don't tell me to a stranger about a complex relationship with fortune. - What should I take from him?
- That's for sure. Kolka is a walking disaster for us. How will your spouse look at this?
“I’m a widow,” Vera snapped.
- Sorry. But maybe your friend?..
– Listen!.. By the way, you didn’t introduce yourself.
- Sorry again. Oleg Alekseevich.
– So, Oleg Alekseevich, do you seriously think that a woman cannot earn money for her own car? That this requires a husband or lover?
“I don’t think so,” the new acquaintance smiled. “You see, Tonya - this is my sister - called all in tears. Kolka dented his foreign car. And the hostess is so cool, she says. She didn’t demand any money or take away her license. There will definitely be a lawsuit. Or he’ll send his brothers.
- What more! – Vera snorted. - Calm your sister down. I'm not going to do anything.
- Let me at least look at your car. A friend of mine runs a car repair shop.
- No need. I have good insurance.
- Ahh. Well, then... Maybe you will agree to go to a restaurant with me? As compensation for this unpleasant story.
- Thank you. No need.
“But I think it’s necessary,” Colin “Shuryak” unexpectedly objected. “Because otherwise I’ll have to take my leave and never see you again.” And this is wrong.
- Well, you are impudent! – Vera Nikolaevna was amazed.
- No. I'm not at all impudent. I just thought: Kolka, with his happiness, could have crashed into any pole, but he rammed you. What if this is fate?
This is how their romance began. They spent all evenings and all weekends together with Oleg, who turned out to be as caring and reliable as the untimely departed Volodka. In the summer we went to Montenegro. And one evening, sitting on the seashore, Oleg handed her a box covered in velvet.
- Verochka, I can say a lot beautiful words. But are they necessary if everything is already clear? I want you to always be by my side.
Naydenova silently turned the box in her hands, without opening it.
– Is something wrong, honey? You don't even want to look at the ring?
- Olezhka, I’ll probably hurt you. But I have to tell you: no.
Swallowing tears and hurrying, she told him about the tight balance of happiness and unhappiness, which is closely monitored by some unknown force, and about the hard-won life principle: do not ask the Lord why, but give thanks if the losses turn out to be not catastrophic.
- I am very happy with you. I love you. But if I agree to my piece of personal happiness, then with whom or what will I pay? Son? Mother? Business? Forgive me, but no.
Oleg sat silently next to him. He didn’t move and didn’t even seem to breathe.
- Of course, you can say that I’m a superstitious fool...
“Well, why not,” he said slowly. - Everything is logical. Only you completely misunderstood me. You decided that I was a gift of fate. But in fact, I am a real punishment. When we start living together, you will find that I am jealous and picky about food. I scatter socks all over the apartment and never remember birthdays. And my mom? Yes, she will drink blood from you in glasses! I was married three times, and she divorced me three times. Marry me, Verochka, and you will no longer be afraid of anything.
20 killer Jewish jokes - be careful not to hurt your stomach! The fact that resilient Jews will most likely remain on earth even after Armageddon does not need to be proven to anyone.
However, we can confidently say: this nation has no sense of humor. Don't rush to object. This does not mean that Jews cannot joke and laugh. It just seems that what we develop and train for years, they absorb with their mother’s milk.
Once in Odessa:
- Rose, do you want to go to the museum with me?
- Yasha! Don't you pronounce the word "restaurant"?
Somewhere on Privoz:
- Sara Abramovna, you have a great gift for attracting men!
- I? For free? Never!
Rosa Lvovna shouts from the window:
- Syoma, go try on sandals.
- Are these the ones dad bought?
- If I had waited for your dad, you would still not be here!
- Sofochka, have you heard: they say that those who actively engage in sex live much longer...
- What did I tell you! This old prostitute Tsilya will outlive you and me!..
Sarochka, I want you!
- Oh, Monya, what do you want from me?! I want perfume and a dress!
- So you want to promote me for a gift?
- Do you want me to have sex?
- So what?
- A nisho! We lie with you like two idiots... I am without a dress, you are without sex...
- Dinochka Isaakovna, I congratulate you on your birthday and wish you all the best!
- Thank you dear! After all, no one congratulated me, not a single bastard, except you!
Old Odessa.
- My God, who do I see! Solomon Moiseevich!
- My name is Solomon Markovich.
- Are you going to tell me what your name is?! I knew your dad since childhood! He was so handsome and curly!
- Nothing like this. My dad was small and bald.
- Oh, go to hell, you don’t know your dad!
Teacher:
- Tsilya Izrailevna, Syoma needs to be washed. Syoma smells bad!
Parent:
- Marya Nikitichna, Syoma should not sniff. This needs to be taught!
- Fima, why are you still winking at me?
- It's a nervous tic.
- Fima, you are a deceiver and a scoundrel... I’m already ready!
I heard your Sarah is getting married.
- Yes. It comes out little by little.
Father checks his son's diary:
So, physics - 2... Tsilya, do you hear? Physics - 2! So, mathematics - 2... Tsilya, do you hear? Mathematics - 2! So, singing - 5... Tsilya, can you hear? He also sings!
Madame Figner, why are you eating so little today?
- I'm taking care of my figure!
- Oh! To preserve your figure, you need to eat, eat and eat!
- Sarah, my darling, where are you going?
- I’ll go to Privoz.
- But we still have everything!
- Ha ha! How about a fight?
Hello! Uncle Shlyoma, is Monya here?
- Here! Just like here!
- Adam Tsesarevich, you know, when you are not there, they say such things about you!
- I am begging you! Tell them: when I'm not there, they can even beat me!
Rabinovich, do you give bribes?
- I give it to my wife.
- Why does she need it?!
- Otherwise it doesn’t.
- But I’ve got my eye on a cool little car, I’ll take it!
- Wow! Sarah, show me the place where you get the money, I want it too!
- No, Izya, you have such a place...
Sarah, how much do you weigh?
- One hundred and twenty kilograms in glasses.
- And without glasses?
- Without glasses I can’t see the scales.
Dialogue in an Odessa family:
- Syoma, what happened in the kitchen?
- Rose, I had an epiphany: I saw the future!
- And what is there in the future?
- We are buying a new sugar bowl.
Jews teach the whole world that healthy laughter at oneself elevates a person above the bustle of days and is the cause of vitality. And try to say something in reproach here - it simply won’t work! Jews were, are and will be, and this means that they will always have a reason to extend our lives.
Artist Vladimir Lyubarov
35 wise Jewish proverbs
If money is missing, lost or stolen, wise Jews say: “Thank you, Lord, for taking it with money!”
It is believed that the Jewish people are the wisest, since the sources of their knowledge come from God himself. Legends have been formed about the wisdom of the “children of Moses” for centuries - and this is not without reason; their insight and wit are really worth learning from.
Every nation has its own vision of the world, and this is best manifested in proverbs and sayings. And by getting to know different cultures, their mentality and sense of humor, we begin to better understand our own.
The whole point of the Jewish people is in its witty proverbs and sayings:
If a problem can be solved with money, it's not a problem, it's an expense.
Adam is the first lucky one because he did not have a mother-in-law.
God gave man two ears and one mouth so that he would listen more and talk less.
May God protect you from bad women, save yourself from good ones!
The wine came in, the secret came out.
God cannot be everywhere at the same time - that's why he created mothers.
Don't be sweet - otherwise they will eat you. Don't be bitter, otherwise you'll be spat out.
Everyone complains about the lack of money, but no one complains about the lack of intelligence.
Fear the goat from the front, the horse from the back, the fool from all sides.
Knowledge does not take up much space.
The guest and the fish begin to smell after three days.
If you don't want someone to sit on your neck, don't bow low.
When choosing between two evils, a pessimist will choose both.
The deaf man heard the dumb man say that the blind man saw the lame man run very quickly.
God protects the poor at least from costly sins.
If charity cost nothing, everyone would be a philanthropist.
When an old maid gets married, she immediately turns into a young wife.
Parents teach children to talk, children teach parents to be silent.
From a distance, all the people are not bad.
It's not as good with money as it is bad without it.
Eggs may be much smarter than chickens, but they quickly go rotten.
The horse on which you can catch up with your youth has not yet been born.
Men would do more if women talked less.
Gray hair is a sign of old age, not wisdom.
It is more difficult to remain silent well than to speak well.
A bad wife is worse than rain: rain drives into the house, and a bad wife drives out of it.
The world will disappear not because there are many people, but because there are many non-humans.
God! Help me get on my feet - I can fall myself.
If life doesn't change for the better, wait - it will change for the worse.
No matter how sweet love is, you can’t make compote out of it.
When there is nothing to do, they take on great things.
Those who do not have children raise them well.
It's better to die of laughter than of fear.
Experience is the word people use to describe their mistakes.
As a person ages, he sees worse, but more.
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Let me make a reservation right away that it’s not mine
“Thank you, Lord, for taking me with money,” Vera said quietly, looking at the broken headlight and dented fender of her beloved Audi. One of the customers taught her this curious prayer. Allegedly, Jews, having lost money on something, always turn to God with such words, thanking them for the fact that they only lost pieces of paper, and not their health or life.
The culprit of the accident - the big-eyed driver of the bread truck - was confusedly stomping around nearby, muttering something about bad brake pads, a parasitic mechanic and about a "shuryak" from whom you can "call" for repairs.
Of course, she did not deny herself the pleasure of poking the driver with her nose, like a puppy in an accidental puddle.
- Who taught you, you asshole, to drive onto the main road without slowing down? What if the ambulance was on its way? Or a woman with a stroller crossing? Yes, if you call the gays now, you will not only take off your pants, but you will be left without a license. For life!
The driver, in shock from the misfortune that had befallen him, continued to mumble something unintelligible and carefully moved his rough hand with bulging veins and cracked nails along the mutilated fender of the car. As if he hoped that the ugly dent would straighten out on its own and the broken headlight would be covered with glass. Vera looked at his hands and stopped short, they looked too much like Volodkin’s.
Meanwhile, people were gathering on the sidewalk. Their sympathies were clearly on the side of the driver of the shabby bread truck, and not the owner of the expensive car.
- They sneaked up on our mountain and are flying! The man, you see, is on business - he’s carrying some bread. And she flies! – an unkempt old woman with an antique string bag suddenly squealed.
Entering into discussions with such characters is more expensive for yourself. Taking photographs of the accident scene mobile phone, She is gone. Nothing. She will tell the insurers that she drove into the garage unsuccessfully. If they don’t believe it, to hell with them. There are a couple of thousand worth of repairs, no more. But for some time you can not be afraid of any misfortunes.
Vera Nikolaevna Naydenova was not superstitious like an old woman, but if the cloudless white streak lasted too long, she began to be afraid. She even remembered how fate first took compensation from her for a dream that had come true.
In the summer, granddaughter Dasha came from Moscow to visit her neighbor, Baba Katerina. Fourteen-year-old Verochka listened with her mouth open to her stories about the underground concerts of the groups “Time Machine” and “Aquarium”, about clever blackmailers and the mysterious psychic woman Juna. Vera taught the Muscovite to bungee jump and ride a moped, and took her to a club to dance. The girls became great friends. Before leaving, Dasha gave her neighbor’s granddaughter her jeans, explaining to her new friend, dumbfounded with delight, that she had a much cooler company – Levi’s.
When Verochka, having sewn up a torn pocket and removed a stain on her knee, came to the club wearing them, she felt like a bubble in a bottle of lemonade, ready to fly into the velvet-blue August sky. It lasted exactly three hours. Returning home after dancing, I saw from afar that neighbors were crowding around their yard. Vera's father, who was sent to help with the harvest in a neighboring area, died in a car accident.
The transition from radiant happiness to hopeless grief was so abrupt that the girl lost consciousness. The death of the head of the family destroyed all their modest well-being. Vera's older brother, who first got drunk at his father's funeral, began drinking heavily. The mother became completely ill. With a dream about higher education I had to break up. She graduated from eighth grade and applied to the communications school. I spent the entire first course as if in a fog. She slowly began to come to life only after meeting Volodka.
He turned out to be calm and taciturn, so Vera had to speak for both. And most importantly, he took care of her. Whatever their plans for the evening, they first went to feed the “poor hungry student.” He was aware of all her affairs and was interested in her grades. Verochka flew as if on wings and allowed the guy something extra. I was worried, of course. But not much. If anything, he won’t leave her. This could happen to anyone, but not to her.
Her wings were torn off during a medical examination at the student clinic.
“Seven weeks pregnant,” said the fat gynecologist. “I won’t give you a referral for an abortion.”
The second-year student at the College of Communications spent a whole week in the abyss of the blackest horror. In those days, and even in the villages, a spoiled child was considered a disgrace. Volodka, having heard that in seven months he would become a father, behaved strangely. He brought a net of pomegranates from the market and disappeared.
- What are you waiting for? – her friend Galka, who was initiated into the secret, cheated her. - Go to the car depot, to the director. Or better yet, go straight to the party organizer. So, they say, and so. He promised to marry.
“He didn’t promise,” Vera roared.
- And you say that you promised! They'd rather believe you than him. You are the future defender of the Motherland. This matter, you know, can even be made political.
Fortunately, the public did not have to intervene. A week later, Volodka appeared, introduced her to a guy who had come specially from Kaliningrad, and the three of them went to Vera’s mother in the village to get married.
“Vovka is like family to me,” explained Vladimir Ivanovich, “after all, he was named in my honor.” His parents are now in Algeria... Don’t you know? Grisha is a famous bridge builder. The best welding foreman in the entire Soviet Union. And my sister Tonya is his accountant. Where did they build! Both in Egypt and Cuba. Well, here I am. I look after the rear and look after my nephew.
Crying mom blessed the young with an old grandmother’s icon. Verochka changed her dissonant surname Smyk to Naidenova, and the young family settled in a dorm. Not for long. Because Volodka brought his young wife and mother from the maternity hospital to a small but separate apartment.
- Vovka, how are you? – Verochka gasped, not letting go of the swaddled Antoshka from her arms.
“Very simple,” the husband said in a bass voice, pleased that the surprise was a success. “My parents and Uncle Vova chipped in, and I had some things put aside.
Verochka quickly became acquainted with young mothers who spent their days driving around the neighborhood, rocking their cackling “crews,” and one day one of them invited her to visit her.
– My mom needs a receptionist for her dry cleaning. The salary is, admittedly, tears, but the team is good. And mom is the kind of person who will always let go and replace.
Verochka went to look and unexpectedly liked it. The dry cleaner was a stone's throw from the house, the duties were simple, and the girls were really nice. With her unfinished vocational school, it is unlikely that something better was in store for her. In the morning she went to work with pleasure, and in the evening she joyfully ran home and was truly happy.
Trouble crept up when no one expected it. The country, upon which independence fell, began to feel feverish. Huge factories were cut down for scrap metal, factories were dying, and research institutes were rotting.
When the dry cleaner closed, Vera cried for a whole week, but Volodya, who had recently gotten a job as an auto mechanic in a cooperative, was only happy. “Stay at home,” he ordered. - Bake pies. I’ll feed you.” At lunchtime, the satisfied husband took out from the “brake” not banal sandwiches, but pies and pie crusts. “Men are jealous,” he boasted at home, “at lunch the whole garage comes running to me. The smell." “What is it,” Vera lifted her nose, “I’m going to make you a kulebyak.” She again found herself on a white stripe.
When Volodya unwrapped the fluffy ruddy kulebyak, made according to the recipe from Mikoyan’s “Book of Tasty and healthy food", the steward Fedorych inhaled the aroma of the freshest baked goods and declared: “It’s a sin to taste this besides vodka. Come on, guys, share with Naydenov who has what, and after work we’ll pull a little under the pie. Around the corner, a new kiosk has opened. There’s even French cognac “Napoleon” there.”
A cleaning lady who arrived early in the morning found five frozen corpses and an empty bottle of deadly drink in the garage.
Vera howled for a whole week, and then fell into a dull stupor. Life without a loved one, behind whom it was like behind a stone wall, without work and any prospects, seemed meaningless and hopelessly difficult. Only a small amount in dollars saved him from real hunger - Volodya saved for a car. By the summer it was discovered that the son had grown out of all his clothes. Sighing heavily, Vera pulled out “American rubles” from the hiding place under the closet, exchanged twenty and went to a shop with the proud name “Elite Second-Hand from Europe,” where she found an ugly scandal.
The elderly, overweight housewife reprimanded the saleswomen for the mess, shortages and bottles of cheap port wine in the back room. They scolded him with passion and accused the woman of “Jewish greed.” It ended with the girls being ordered to get out. Which they did, turning over a couple of racks of clothes as they said goodbye. The hostess with a gray face fell onto the stool. Vera, who was sorting through the children's things in the next room, gave the woman some Valocordin found in the medicine cabinet, hung a "Closed" sign on the door and set about putting things in order. Having learned how to handle things at her dry cleaner, she deftly and quickly separated men's from women's, winter from summer, tied bright scarves onto boring white blouses, and polished dust-covered shoes. The basement store, which previously looked like an unsightly flea market, has acquired a civilized appearance.
“God himself sent you to me,” said the hostess, who had come to her senses. - Where do you work?
“I don’t have a job,” Naydenova admitted.
“I’ll take you,” Dina Semyonovna slammed her plump hand covered in rings on the counter. – I don’t promise a big salary, but you will have a percentage of sales. And you can get dressed for half – okay, a third of the price.
Vera took up the task with enthusiasm. I called a former colleague from the dry cleaner, who was also looking for a place, and work began to boil. Now the goods were not sent straight from bags to hangers, but were carefully sorted. What was better was cleaned, washed, ironed, supplied with various labels, placed in thin cellophane packaging and called the tempting word “stock”.
Profits doubled, and Dina Semyonovna promoted Naydenova to manager.
She paid for her promotion with the death of her fathers-in-law, who loved her like their own. Having picked up some exotic disease in Africa, they quietly left one after another.
It was then that Vera began to suspect that there was a mysterious connection between her successes and troubles.
A few years later, Dina Semyonovna went to join her son in Australia for permanent residence. I transferred the business to Vera, now Vera Nikolaevna, stipulating the amount that was transferred to the country of kangaroos every quarter. Before Naydenova had time to get used to her new role, she ended up on the operating table with severe peritonitis. Anton entered a military school, which he had dreamed of since the third grade, and the tax authorities came after her so harshly that the owner of the second-hand store almost ended up in jail. The son was offered to continue his education at the Academy of the Armed Forces. And Vera was not even surprised when, on the day of his enrollment, her beloved man Yura called and said in a sad voice that he was returning to his wife, with whom he had lived apart for seven years.
The businesswoman, having saved up money, bought an apartment in a prestigious area, and a week later she buried her brother. Actually, it’s not such a big loss for her. She and her brother were never close. But after his death, my mother started drinking. Vera treated her mother in a good sanatorium and hired a companion for her. After that, nothing bad happened for a long time. And here is today's accident. Isn't it too small for a whole year of calm?
The cell phone began to sing. Naydenova pressed herself to the side of the road. She was a law-abiding driver and never talked while driving. The security guard at their house called.
- Vera Nikolaevna, a man came to see you here. He says that you don’t know each other, but he has business with you. He asks when you will be there.
“I’m already arriving,” she answered, immediately getting upset. So, that means the battered car was just flowers. Let's see what the berries are like.
Naydenova entered a spacious hall lined with palm trees and overgrown ficus trees. A tall, bald man stood up to meet her. He had eyes of different colors. One is gray, the other is greenish. And the corners of his mouth are raised, as if he is smiling.
- Vera Nikolaevna? I'm talking about the morning incident.
- And who are you?
– My sister is married to Nikolai, who scratched your car.
- Well, I didn’t scratch it, but I dented it quite well. And... Wait, are you that “Shuryak” who can be talked to?
“Apparently,” he spread his hands.
- How did you find me?
– I punched the car number into the database. Please tell me what are you going to do? Will you write a statement or demand compensation?
“I won’t demand anything,” Naydenova waved it off. Well, don’t tell a stranger about your difficult relationship with fortune. - What should I take from him?
- That's for sure. Kolka is a walking disaster for us. How will your spouse look at this?
“I’m a widow,” Vera snapped.
- Sorry. But maybe your friend?..
– Listen!.. By the way, you didn’t introduce yourself.
- Sorry again. Oleg Alekseevich.
– So, Oleg Alekseevich, do you seriously think that a woman cannot earn money for her own car? That this requires a husband or lover?
“I don’t think so,” the new acquaintance smiled. “You see, Tonya - this is my sister - called all in tears. Kolka dented his foreign car. And the hostess is so cool, she says. She didn’t demand any money or take away her license. There will definitely be a lawsuit. Or he’ll send his brothers.
- What more! – Vera snorted. - Calm your sister down. I'm not going to do anything.
- Let me at least look at your car. A friend of mine runs a car repair shop.
- No need. I have good insurance.
- Ahh. Well, then... Maybe you will agree to go to a restaurant with me? As compensation for this unpleasant story.
- Thank you. No need.
“But I think it’s necessary,” Colin “Shuryak” unexpectedly objected. “Because otherwise I’ll have to take my leave and never see you again.” And this is wrong.
- Well, you are impudent! – Vera Nikolaevna was amazed.
- No. I'm not at all impudent. I just thought: Kolka, with his happiness, could have crashed into any pole, but he rammed you. What if this is fate?
This is how their romance began. They spent all evenings and all weekends together with Oleg, who turned out to be as caring and reliable as the untimely departed Volodka. In the summer we went to Montenegro. And one evening, sitting on the seashore, Oleg handed her a box covered in velvet.
– Verochka, I can say a lot of beautiful words. But are they necessary if everything is already clear? I want you to always be by my side.
Naydenova silently turned the box in her hands, without opening it.
– Is something wrong, honey? You don't even want to look at the ring?
- Olezhka, I’ll probably hurt you. But I have to tell you: no.
Swallowing tears and hurrying, she told him about the tight balance of happiness and unhappiness, which is closely monitored by some unknown force, and about the hard-won life principle: do not ask the Lord why, but give thanks if the losses turn out to be not catastrophic.
- I am very happy with you. I love you. But if I agree to my piece of personal happiness, then with whom or what will I pay? Son? Mother? Business? Forgive me, but no.
Oleg sat silently next to him. He didn’t move and didn’t even seem to breathe.
- Of course, you can say that I’m a superstitious fool...
“Well, why not,” he said slowly. - Everything is logical. Only you completely misunderstood me. You decided that I was a gift of fate. But in fact, I am a real punishment. When we start living together, you will find that I am jealous and picky about food. I scatter socks all over the apartment and never remember birthdays. And my mom? Yes, she will drink blood from you in glasses! I was married three times, and she divorced me three times. Marry me, Verochka, and you will no longer be afraid of anything.
We invite you to the All-Russian event
For purges of the “fifth column” in government
Date: 05/21/2016
Responsible: Roman Zykov, Central Headquarters, Moscow
Venue: Russia
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We remember well what the head of state demanded in his May decrees.
1. Demanded to “ensure by the end of December 2012 the implementation of measures aimed at increasing transparency financial activities business entities, including combating tax evasion in Russian Federation with the help of offshore companies and shell companies" (596.2.b). How many companies have recently left offshore companies for Russian jurisdiction?
2. Demanded an "increase in the size of real wages 1.4 - 1.5 times" (597.1.a). But now, as a result of "social bombing", the standard of living of the population, on the contrary, is systematically falling.
3. Demanded “to approve before January 1, 2013 state programs of the Russian Federation, including such as “Development of industry and increasing its competitiveness”, “Development of the aviation industry”, “Space activities of Russia”, “Development of the pharmaceutical and medical industry”, “Development shipbuilding", "Development of electronic and radio electronics industry", as well as the State Development Program Agriculture and regulation of markets for agricultural products, raw materials and food and, if necessary, adjust strategies aimed at modernizing and developing leading sectors of the economy" (596.2.d). But how much effort and money is the state currently investing in the development of these sectors of the economy?
Experts noted that only 20% of decrees can be considered fully implemented.
Why is this happening? Yes, because the “fifth column” is subordinate to completely different authorities. Based on “generally recognized principles and norms” (clause 4 of Article 15 of the Constitution of the Russian Federation), the “fifth column” promotes the interests of the United States and the West through foreign consulting and audit organizations that have their branches in many regions of Russia.
They choke everything Russian business, contribute to its departure to offshores and pumping money out of the country. It promotes the adoption of laws aimed at reducing the standard of living of the population. Western "partners" use their agents of influence in our country to promote their interests. Their goal is one - to destroy our economy, social sphere, pump money and resources out of the country. Next - the protest mood of the population and the destruction of the state system, the collapse of Russia. We need to prevent this scenario!
We demand that national leader V.V. Putin has the authority to purge the “fifth column” from government bodies and improve the standard of living of the population! It is necessary to wean Western henchmen from governing the country, build a nationally oriented economy, thereby ensuring an increase in the standard of living of people. We demand that officials be criminally liable for sabotaging decisions of the Head of State. Otherwise, we will continue to endure systematic actions from the “fifth column” in government bodies contrary to the instructions of the president: raising taxes, raising the retirement age, raising the loan rate. Therefore, we demand that V.V. be provided. Putin has extraordinary powers to govern the country!
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