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Did your grandchildren beat you up because you're old and tedious? Talk to them in their language, bro. Haters, izi, shiza, zasquar, luxury, fiska, lol, avatar - googled and learned. Be well done and the grandchildren will turn to face you!

Thank you Mr. Potter. If you were already in any department, I would deduct so many points that even your grandchildren would continue to lose the School Cup.

Why do single people like to walk at night? For many, this is a mystery, but the answer is simple: at night the streets are empty and no one needs you, as well as during the day. But at night you can find an excuse for this - everyone is asleep. And in the afternoon what to do? To go, to see how lovers coo, how parents run after children. Like someone running to work. These are terrible, but at the same time ordinary pictures of every metropolis. Therefore, it is better like a cat, a killer to go out at night. Walking slowly through the previously busy streets, but now dead, like your soul. Dark, like the blood that flowed through the veins of your victims. It's both pleasure and pain.
Now far after midnight, the streets are empty, only fine snow with raindrops hit the asphalt. Parking the car on the corner of Piccadilly, the Italian slowly walked through the dark city, which was illuminated by lanterns. She had headphones in her ears, freddie Mercury's pleasant voice soothing her soul. Icy hands were in their pockets and the streets were empty.
At night, the city seems to have died, although who knows what happens at night in people's bedrooms? Who knows, maybe in that off window lies on the bed some person, emitting a spirit, and with him sit his children, grandchildren. They sit and wait. But they are not waiting for a doctor, not for helping him. People are greedy by nature - they are waiting for their money. Maybe somewhere on the other end of foggy Albion in agony was born a new life? Maybe some teenage girl in one of the high-rise buildings quietly cried into the pillow so as not to wake her parents, because the heart experienced the first torment. The flour of first love. Maybe now at this very moment some guy was sitting in a social network trying to write a classmate a declaration of love, but was afraid that he would be laughed at. And someone at the same time saves someone's life. Maybe knowing that this person is going to die. But he doesn't back down. Believes. Maybe right now some person, whether it's an adult or, conversely, a teenager. Loner. Wolf. Creates a "left page" on some site based on his favorite novel. Could be... He believes that in this way he will be saved from the loneliness that burns through his childish soul. Or a naive soul. Maybe he will be lucky, and he will not be alone. Maybe he will find his family online. And if not? What will happen to this person? Will he be able to come to terms with the emptiness of life or, on the contrary, burying pain, he will sit on drugs, cigarettes. He will slowly die, like the rest of us. Who knows, maybe in the other side of the planet now someone is in a hurry to work. Someone laughs at someone else's trouble. Some classmate breaks the psyche of a classmate. Who knows what might be now.
But it is the night that is the mistress of the world. It is the night that rules the lives of wolves. It is the night that gives space to dream. It is the night that destroys us. It's night. Here it is - a cold street of the night foggy Albion. Here it is - a kind smile, which we give out during the day. Here it is - life. And no music, whether it's the Beatles or Queen... nothing will save you from loneliness. In a noisy metropolis. In huge London.

- Goodbye, my Sarah Jane!

Your life has no meaning.
If you do not care about the world in which to live your children and your grandchildren.

I suddenly realized that I lived longer than my father. It until this morning did not survive - he died at forty-nine.
- He'd probably be glad you're alive and you have children and grandchildren who love you.

In his travels, came to Nasreddin Hodja to a distant village and, passing through the street, he saw a strange sight. To the gate of the lonely old man at the tail was tied a donkey, and every time someone entered the garden and opened the gate, that in turn pulled the poor animal's tail, and he uttered a cry. A curious Hodge, having entered the house, found an old blind man and asked why he settled on that leash? Received a response, the animal gave him grandchildren, he had never seen and did not know about these. Feeling the donkey, blind man found that when pulling the tail, roar. Other applications other than to alert visitors, it the phenomenon could not come up. Then Hodja Nasrudin was asked to change the donkey to a door bell. Both were satisfied, Hodge is no longer necessary to walk, and the blind to remove the manure and feed the door bell.

Grandchildren are so profitable! I give them coins, and they give me joy in return for a million dollars.

Oh, lya Rus, what a beautiful granddaughter
I want to eat this delicious thing!

Well, do you still not understand, grandma, that your tenderness you are ruining the future of an officer?

With me, my grandmother,
And then the main house
I!
Cupboards I can open
Flowers of kefir to water,
Play pillow football
And a towel to clean the floor.
Can I have hands cake
Purposely slam the door!
But with mom it will not work.
I've already checked.

When I feel a burning sensation in the chest,
I see from the other side of the field
To me rushing a little Olya
with heart-rending cry: "Grandpa, Ah, you wait and..."
And I Gogo, I still gozu,
and, it seems, can endure any flour,
Yet that tiny hand
in his exhausted hand hold.

- Grandma sent me another stupid pie. <...> I Hate her pies!
- Can't she be her granddaughter.

I for the sake of the state abandoned their own children. I refused to Murad and Ibrahim. From grandchildren, or what they can't. One grandson will go away, another will come.