What to tell? To the song “I would like to become a husband, but now the war needs me,” we went to the dacha, where I was given overalls: a checkered shirt of the Rabbit from “Winnie the Pooh” (false memory), overalls and orange sneakers with pink laces, knocking on the walkway. This is in parts, but overall you feel like a drag queen. In such attire, I was picking black currants until my brother came up to me wearing a four-year-old’s shirt that fit on him like some kind of immodest top.

“Elephant Foot Stool” by David Hockney, 1968 Before the online couple, I went out for half an hour to freeze my hands in the courtyards. It was dripping a little, wow, what a chandelier he has there - sorry, the steam started. One side of the vacant lot was cleared of the fence, and that means everything became a vacant lot.

Gennady Kalinovsky, ill. to the novel "The Master and Margarita" I pulled out a “Prisma” package from a bag for bags (stored, as usual, under the kitchen sink) - and it disintegrated like ashes in my hands. Of course, I cleaned there a long time ago, but not a hundred years ago (or how long does it take for plastic to decompose?). Scared: rats?

Coming out of the magnet, I saw an announcement about the excitement of a parrot, blue, not bluish. After trampling around, I found out that: I flew out the window yesterday (9.11), a family member, the reward is high, you can buy yourself a new parrot with a cage. They exhorted in bold: we need our Pavlusha. Attached were two photographs, not much different from each other.

It was quiet until the bearded but mustacheless (that’s how we’ll describe it) driver croaked “again, again.” Then he turned on the music, stopped it, switched it, made it quieter, louder, and the radio belatedly sang along with him. Carried away, I missed the green light. As always happens in such cases, I accelerated, and then, of course, braked. Meanwhile, the song swore bilingually, with an emphasis on both bitch and bitch bitch. The bearded man checked in the mirror to see if I was okay?

The rain got heavier and I shot my umbrella into the sky. The locker room refused to take him. The reception workers were discussing the lunch pie, it was very tasty, I cut myself a small piece, I admit . When they asked for snils, I said that it was in the cover of the passport. “And with a slight movement of the hand!...” they smiled at the window. I smiled too - from the ambiguity of the joke. Having entered me into the database, they asked: “Are you a man or a woman?

The film received the Silver Bear for Best Director In a nutshell, this is a film about how 14-year-old Mitya Lopukhin comes to a pioneer camp with his classmates. Suddenly, for the hero, a feeling awakens in him - Mitya falls in love, and this attraction divides his life into childhood and adolescence. The following contains spoilers. The film opens with a shot of Mitya Lopukhin fast asleep.

And here I am in Nizhny - sigh - Veliky Novgorod - my brother-floorball player is playing (perverted sound notation). I’m a so-so sports commentator, I’ll just say that, apparently, Leo Tolstoy wrote about this - it’s hard to imagine that clubs click and sneakers creak according to some coaching requirement, Kutuzov’s decree.

As soon as I left, a short woman with a wrinkled face jumped into the entrance and listened to the loud instructions of the telephone, amplified by the hood. A girl in a large down jacket was walking her dog. It smelled like lime. A bicycle passed, sparkling. Two were carrying huge bags of garbage. The rain was drizzling, barely noticeable, visible only in front of the headlights or under streetlights. There were three dogs with their owners.