It was three years ago. Samara, the time is around 23:00, transportation is no longer going anywhere in principle. I call Yandex.taxi (then there was no Go) to the South City. The tariff is economical. The rugged Nexia comes "on an honest word and on one wing" with the numbers of 16 regions. Okay, I sit down, we touch, here the driver looks at the navigator and says:

What, do we go through the menta?

- Well yes, there near the "Ambar" [trade center] GIBDD post

We’re not going anywhere, go out.

On the question “A, what?”

The sun shines the same for everyone, but it only warms differently.

In the mining lava brigade worked a Georgian. While his countrymen traded fruit on the market, he used it in the mine. And not so much because of the money he became a miner, but because of the opportunity to buy a new car. In those distant years, the car could not be bought freely, especially just from the conveyor. At the enterprise it was necessary to "stay in line" (as we were told), not to have flights into a drunkard and into a monkey in a hooligan, not to work, after the sleeves. In general, the car could be counted on advanced manufacturers with solid experience in the brigade. Georgia was one of them.

A part of the salary the son of the Caucasian mountains sent to relatives to Georgia, some part was deposited in a cubic and "living" too. Meanwhile, the car was moving forward. And it happened that the new batch of cars came quite quickly, and the Georgian was among the lucky ones. He is a five-minute driver.
You have to pay the entire amount at once, and it is not small at all. He calculated his cube, but the amount is insufficient. Comrades at work helped as much as they could, but it still lacks a lot. It is now possible to call relatives and friends on the mobile phone and in a couple of minutes you will be credited with an amount on the card. Previously, there were no such "flavors" - neither a mobile phone nor a plastic card. The transfer of money took on modern standards for quite a long time. In this case, it was not the way out.
Georgians addressed one of them:
Listen, you are in the car. Let’s go to the city market.
The Comrade agreed:
We went, we went.

We went to the covered market. Salad, meat, honey is not all that. The Georgian directed to the trade rows with fruits to his countrymen. I negotiated something with one merchant, went to the second, the third, went through the whole row. Comrade observes from the side, yet does not understand what they are talking in Georgian.

Men of the Caucasus admirably touch their tongues, gesture their hands, joyfully express emotions among themselves. One after the other, they took money from the Georgian miner. He recountes them, hides them in his pocket, writes something in a notebook. It was only half an hour before the required amount of money was collected.
They go back. Georgians are interested in:
Are they relatives or friends?
The Georgian answered:
and no. I know none.
Comrade surprisingly barely dropped the wheel from his hand:
How did they give you money if you didn’t know them?
The Georgians were surprised:
How is it? Asked and gave. I told them where I work, their home addresses, and how much they owe. From receipt, I will send money transfers to addresses.

On the same day, the money for the new car was paid in full, and soon in the brigade another car enthusiast became more. The Georgian continued to work in the mine and gradually paid back the debts to his countrymen. When the last ruble of debt was closed, the Georgian on his car left for Georgia.

In terms of the level of cynicism of all surpassed our neighbor Fima, who at 2 o'clock in the night behind the wall thrown in karaoke the song of Zemfira "Would you, I kill the neighbors, which interfere with sleep?"

When his son was 5 years old, his wife flew to another city for a rather serious operation. She, of course, femininely "touched herself", in the evening before the departure of the son kisses, eyes on a wet place. He explains to his son that he will fly away tomorrow and he loves him very much, etc., he turns to me and asks, "and you can cook?"

xxxx: Electronic, is it not an Aikos case that smells like a burnt clot burned by a bomb?



YYY: Probably he is. I just think the shirt is shredded.



Zzzz: They have different tastes.

I get out of the apartment and I smell something burning. I go down the stairs, a man stands, smokes e-cigarettes and drinks coffee. Such a dialogue took place.

Can I not smoke on the staircase? It is a public place.

They do not smell!

When I got out of the apartment, I immediately felt it. In principle, smoking in public places is prohibited.

They are not ordinary cigarettes, they do not smell.

So if they don’t smell, you smoke them at home, why go out here?

My wife does not allow me at home.

I – Why?

She smells...

Unknown is when the clue is not understood. It was when I was offended.

Remember the footage from the movie 1 + 1, where a guy has blood from his nose and he asks for a million dollars for it?

At the request of the workers, I will explain how this works and why art objects are so expensive. Of course, it’s all about Babel, and more precisely its legalization.

When you see a businessman paying hundreds of thousands of dollars for a two-line picture, you’re upset, why? Am I so stupid that I don’t understand art? In fact, everything is a little smarter.

I would divide the world of art into three levels.

The level 1. Works of recognized masters. It is really an investment. Works of Monet, Van Gogh and others. Recognised masters are investments that increase every year and our research has nothing to do with them.

Level of 2. Works of little known masters. Of course, in Van Gogh's time, paintings were written not only by Van Gogh, there were many little-known writers and their paintings, also exhibited in galleries, collected by experts and sold at auctions.

Level of 3. The Contemporary Art.

Today we are interested in the last two levels. Let’s talk about how the picture prepares for an interesting deal.

1st The graduate of the Madrid Institute of Liberal Arts Geronimo Paperdelle in 1953 wrote the painting "The Rainy Sunset over the Loire" as his graduation work. So, we have a foreign artist and a pathos name. Not bad anymore!
2nd The work is sold for 500 francs at a market in Marseille, to the collector who put the painting into circulation.
Three The painting participates in exhibitions, changes several masters, is published in art journals and is spotted in every way.
4 is The painting (for the money of the essay) is written all sorts of praise odes from critics (honored professors of art academies), which are subsequently posted in paphos journals. And the cost of the painting is no longer 500 francs, but 100,000 euros.

and London. The auction house Shmotbis. The painting is exhibited at the initial price of 150 thousand. The Euro. The lady on the right 155,000, the man on the third row 200,000, the girl in a hat 250... who will give more! The price rises to one million euros. One and a half million!

Just another thickness bought himself an object of art. And what such? Now I’m uncovering the secret of the magic. Take care of your hands.

Corrupchenko married, gave birth to children, collected scouts and moved to London.

Deposits lie on the account of the company (on distant islands), and they need to be legalized somehow otherwise the tax authority will immediately ask where at one point such a serious amount of money was formed and there is a risk of spending the rest of the days in prison, or even being deported to Russia.

In order to legalize money, the official’s wife opens a company in Dubai in advance, some kind of ART INVEST CORP., of course in the free economic zone, in order not to pay taxes.

ART INVEST CORP. slowly buys and sells all kinds of art items, office beautiful, respected, with its site, etc. Maybe even in Moscow.

The official himself hired a lawyer, who through a network of subordinates creates a company of the type of SUPER PUPER TRADING, which is gathered all the repairs from road repairs, purchases for schools, shorter from the world to the thread.

And here the official’s wife and her ART INVEST CORP. decide to auction their treasure, the painting of the famous in narrow circles Geronimo Paperdelle “The Rainy Sunset over the Loire”.

And so unexpectedly for everyone, in the auction hall a struggle begins, insidious persons raise the price of the painting to one and a half million dollars! Two million! Three million! The Five! and 5 million! is sold!

An elderly man in an expensive suit smiled, accepted applause and signed a payment order on behalf of the company SUPER PUPER TRADING to ART INVEST CORP. The Euro!

Trap of hands. Corrupchenko official just legalized 5 million in front of your eyes! Tomorrow, the princess Diana's brooch will be sold for $50 million.! to

Here are the cats! Often, buyers and sellers of art are the same persons acting through subordinate agents. Thus e. The paintings they sell themselves, and the money goes somewhere. And there is no magic, no special understanding, no taste and no sense of beauty.

And this is just one of many schemes, the simplest. With real planning, the chain is confused to such an extent that it becomes impossible to identify the real owner and buyer of the object of art.

As my grandmother said: if a husband is poorly fed - he will lose weight and the cowards will begin to fall from him... and - not at home!

I have not been on the car to work lately. About the snow collapse on the roads of Peter did not hear only lazy. switched to electricity. 20 minutes walk to work. On the road, I began to notice one girl, we always cross in the same place at the same time. The meeting of eyes gradually evolved into a smile. In other circumstances, a few words could be clearly crossed, etc. The girl’s eyes were so pleasing. But no, I say to myself I am not like that, I have a beautiful wife and kids with sweets. Before yesterday, as she expected, I did not smile in response. Yesterday I went on a different road in order not to meet that praying look again. I walked the usual road today and did not meet her. for the first time. I think we have the first silence. And all silently, only at the receptor level.

I started dating a girl. We talked, walked and coffee.

They were ready to start a relationship. And then she asks me to take the tests. The guy doesn’t want to date a guy who has a shameful illness.

I say - no problems, even tomorrow ready to take tests and take a certificate. Take the tests as well.

She – why? You don’t trust me?

What is trust or not trust? You want to make sure I’m healthy. I also want to make sure you don’t get sick.

She is what you called me a fallen woman with low social responsibility?! to

We never had a relationship with her. And what communication it was.

But I gave the tests anyway. I got the certificate. All is well.

I am concerned with the question: will Kazakhstan have time to complete the transition from Cyrillic to Latin by 2025 or will the transition to hieroglyphs occur?

It was a long time ago, at the time of the Dotkomov bubble. All Russian immigrants suddenly discovered a talent for programming. I taught programming at Business School. I had a student from Odessa. In Odessa he was the chief of the sausage shop, and it was unique, since he was almost the only non-party chief. According to his stories, the partorg of the enterprise regularly caught him somewhere near the shop, grabbed his sleeves and wondered:
Why don’t you go to the party?
He was thirsty lying, saying, I am non-partisan, what should I do there?
Then the CPSU dissolved, the USSR ended and he moved to America, where he began playing drums in restaurant jazz. And with the beginning of the growth of the demand for programmers (with decent salaries) decided to re-learn. He comes to class and says:
I walked past the synagogue yesterday, and a crowd of people came out of it. Among them is our parrot. He grabs my sleeve and asks, “Are you not going to the synagogue?”

The government has allowed access to the apartments of citizens to police in the framework of the "Accessible housing" program.

Plunder the working people, feed the unemployed - this is the motto of Russian economists born in the USSR and trained in wild capitalism.

History of Military School

We go on a patrol with the senior. We meet a student with a violation of the shape of clothes. It’s summer, it’s hot, with three open buttons. We are going to ask him for documents to record the data and pass on to the command, and he asks him not to smoke, such as he is an athlete, he is going to go to some zone competitions in Kaliningrad and he really wants to go there, and for such a flight can also get away from the national team.
Our senior is an ambitious man, and he says that he is also an athlete at all, and here is about 500 meters to the red barrel, let's say, we will bet: if a student runs faster, then they will let him go, and if he loses, they will give up with a little bit. Well, standing on the line, I commanded: “At the start – Attention – March.”

At the first hundred meters, our commander went into a good break, but I did not have time to boast of them, as it turned out that at the second hundred meters the student turned to the nearest street, and while the commander, rushing to the goal, noticed this, the student had already left the trail.

“Why do you not clean the snow, but you have the Beagle’s blades?
I thought it was for money...

We go on a patrol with the senior. We meet a student with a violation of the shape of clothes. It’s summer, it’s hot, with three open buttons. We are going to ask him for documents to record the data and pass on to the command, and he asks him not to smoke, such as he is an athlete, he is going to go to some zone competitions in Kaliningrad and he really wants to go there, and for such a flight can also get away from the national team.

Our senior is an ambitious man, and he says that he is also an athlete at all, and here is about 500 meters to the red barrel, let's say, we will bet: if a student runs faster, then they will let him go, and if he loses, they will give up with a little bit. Well, standing on the line, I commanded: “At the start – Attention – March.”

At the first hundred meters, our commander went into a good break, but I did not have time to boast of them, as it turned out that at the second hundred meters the student turned to the nearest street, and while the commander, rushing to the goal, noticed this, the student had already left the trail.

The ruler, when he goes on a long journey, should not call with him friends, but those who are dangerous to leave in the capital.