Book: The man with five "no", or the ingenuous Confession
I mentioned that communal apartment in which I now lived, was quiet and consisted of decent people. But, unfortunately, there is no barrel of honey in which there was not at least a teaspoon of tar. Lived in our apartment one wealthy woman who was said to have made a fortune by dishonest means. She had a lot of money, but she hid it and tried to live modestly. While she was very jealous, and when someone acquired some thing of envy she was sick for a day or two to a week, depending on the cost and quality of things. She hated all people, and the residents of the apartment for the eyes called her Baba.
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MegaMozg 24-10-2018 / 01:16
After listening to me, this kind man said I hell. But as a consolation, he told me the story of the ancient Greek policriti, who from a young age I was damn lucky, but in his old age so not be in luck, that it tore the skin, and heartily wished me to I was all the way around.
Quote Explanation: Poligrat (574 BC - 522 BC) was a tyrant of the Greek island of Samos. Known for his ambitious construction and Maritime piracy. Poligrat was taken prisoner and was executed "in a way that don't want to describe" (either impaled, or crucified). His body was nailed to the cross.
Brilliant fate of POLYCRETE how wonderful lucky was recorded in Herodotos the legend of his ring, which was processed Schiller in his ballad "Polycrates ring". Legends of antiquity say that Poligrat was extremely lucky person. Superstitious friends urged POLYCRETE to sacrifice something dear in order to appease the jealous gods. Then Poligrat threw into the sea a precious ring. But it was hours, and, cutting a freshly caught fish, the servants of the king took from its stomach the ring of its owner. Seeing this, the friends were horrified and hurried off to the court of POLYCRETE, because such happiness will sooner or later have to be changed a great trouble. Later this ring with
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MegaMozg 24-10-2018 / 01:06
But in short, I was sick all spring, summer and all winter and miraculously survived. I think that if I was sick any one disease, it would die for sure. But I had three: meningitis, radiculitis and bilateral pleural effusion. While these diseases were arguing among themselves which of them would send me to the light, I took it and quietly recovered.
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MegaMozg 23-10-2018 / 19:02
And sometimes I looked in the large mirror that stood in the walls, and seeing in them his own ugly reflection, sad thought that me, a man with five "no", will not love any one girl and when I grow up, I don't love no girl, and when I grow up, I don't love no woman. And when I die, if there is a hell and I'm gonna burn, I don't love no bitch, and if there is a heaven and there inspire me, not like me no Angela.
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MegaMozg 23-10-2018 / 18:05
For example, when a mother told us: "Guys, pinhole-ka more wood!", Victor said, "Polygamous anthropomorphism and epidemic geocentrism at the level of the present day give rise in me thermodynamic and electrostatic demonic dualism that creates the impossibility of splitting firewood".
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MegaMozg 23-10-2018 / 17:14
The coincidence seems to us accident is only when it stands out from the usual number of accidents. So, if a tightly folded edges up 100 000 000 000 needles, we will be able to walk on it barefoot and dance on them without injuring the feet. But one needle selected from these 100 000 000 000, could stab us in the body.
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MegaMozg 11-01-2017 / 18:10
