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A picnic in French is "a walk in the fold". Each of the participants brings with him something edible or gives money to a common cauldron. By the way, initially picnics in the USSR were called "mayovka", because it was on the May holidays that the picnic season usually began. A set of vacationers - a food basket with a white or red, exclusively to cheer up. Barbecue. Bread, toasted on a fire. And, of course, potatoes in ash. The delicious is incredible. But the meaning of the picnic was not in gluttony, but in communication with friends. Guitar, cassette recorder and feast for the whole world... Or rather, to the whole shore. Mentally! If it weren't for mosquitoes - bloodsuckers!

There is nothing to love scammers for, but you will inevitably admire some. Not life, but an adventure film. Not character, but a bunch of talents, however, morality and conscience pumped up.

Delicacies at all times delicacies. That under communism, that under socialism, that under capitalism. Expensive, unavailable and very tasty. Maybe delicious because it's expensive?

The human brain involuntarily tries to turn horror into a joke.

- Why ideologically at once? She's just charming!

Tears are not just weakness. It's revelation, love, tenderness, memories. After all, it's just a piece of the soul.

If in any sphere it was possible to achieve communism, it is in the human community. Vigilant neighbors knew almost everything about each other. About debts, pies, or someone who gets paid when, which is very important.

The blind Femida his punishing sword sometimes just noise cuts through the air.

After all, long been known: banks in the Soviet Union to Rob not!..

However, that's another story.

31 Dec, day, not, as usual, at midnight, suddenly the whole country Boris Yeltsin appeared on screens [new year greetings]. Thus ended the twentieth century. Century, which gave us favorite holiday - New year. The age in which we were born and grew up, raised children and they themselves were children. Stood in line and loved. Took out the deficit, listening to the fresh speech of the elderly General secretaries and waited for change. We are funny and sad to remember the past epoch, the Soviet epoch. It seems that the sausage was delicious, the people are nice, the songs are better, but television is more interesting. But believe me that exactly the same will someday be talking about the current century. But that's another story...