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- What's in the sandwiches?

He's on his way home, and so are you.

- I said ask

And it's the best thing I've ever experienced.

Unlike historical literature, in real life, stories do not reach us in their entirety, but in pieces and fragments, isolated segments and partial echoes: the full sentence is here, the fragment is there, the key is hidden somewhere in the middle. And, unlike any kind of literature, in real life we weave our stories from threads no thicker than the thin veins of a butterfly's wings.

- A good suggestion, but that's the trouble - fuel has already been added to the fire! He-he-he-he!

A fourteen-year-old girl cannot calmly look at meat. When cutlets are being fried in her presence, she turns pale and trembles like an aspen leaf. A few months ago, on Sparrow Night, armed men came to a peasant hut near the city of Sarny and stabbed the owners with knives. The girl, eyes wide with horror, looked at the agony of her parents. One of the bandits put a knife point to the throat of a child, but at the last minute a new “idea” was born in his brain: “Live for the glory of Stepan Bandera! And so that something good does not die of hunger, we will leave food for you. Come on, lads, chop pork for her! ..” The “lads” liked this proposal. A few minutes later, in front of the girl, numb with horror, a mountain of meat grew from her bleeding father and mother ...

- Listen, no, nothing. You will apologize to her and drown yourself, the sea is nearby.

- Well I do not know. I saw you with my dog and nothing like that happened.

Why suffer so much? After all, I can avoid it, as everyone avoids. I will find the same lonely one. I inspire myself: here it is, my happiness. Month after month I will wave my red cloak in front of him until I stick the final sword into his withers. The bull will fall on the sand and propose to me. The wedding will be followed by children - one, another, maybe a third. Then the grandchildren will go. Farewell desert, I will not see you until the end of my life ...

I'm actually glad that I didn't have a posh proposal to get married, because then there was a very abrupt transition to ordinary life. A friend of mine made an offer on the roof of one of the towers of Moscow City. The guy brought her there, took off the blindfold from her eyes, everything is covered with white rose petals, there is a white piano and Anton Belyaev is playing behind it. By the way, they have already divorced. And this is not surprising, because this is a fabulous offer. After this, you can't go into everyday life, into this routine. Think about it: the roof, the piano, and then you come, and he's gone to hell, and he's also trying to blame the dog. And the dog is like, "Here you are a scumbag, I actually have Super-Premium food, which can't be said about your "Chebupeli"!

“She’s stupid.” I'm making you an offer.

As I have told you many times, we will perfectly cope with childbirth, without turning it, as you like to do it, into an emergency. I understand that this is a very long sentence, I hope I put it quite accurately.

to me? I won't take her out anymore! There are no forty-year-old female escorts. When a man brings her to Dubai, and she takes him sun loungers in the morning. And then it seems strange to me to do only one breast at forty. All the same, the rest of the body is still getting worse, everything is getting old there. And in the end, the chest against the background of all this will look like Moscow City.