The smoking room of the steppe
Steppe … At the same time, huge herds of horses, dashing hunters, endless spaces of plains and multi -colored fields involuntarily pop up in the head. She has seen many nomadic peoples, she sees a lot, she remembers a lot and many creatures inhabit her. So many writers described it, wide and immense: Gogol, Chekhov, Gilyarovsky – you will not beg everyone. Someone loved in her a riot of colors, someone is silence and greatness, and someone wide scope and freedom. And reading the stories about the steppe, I involuntarily want to somehow go there in the spring and look at what causes so much admiration for so many people … but laziness.
1) In order to avoid steppe fires, we clean the place for the bonfire and around all vegetation, we throw the cigarette butts exclusively into the fire, and when leaving, we thoroughly trample and pour water with water.
2) we communicate respectfully, we are not immediately chasing random travelers from bonfires.
3) pictures of more than 300×300 and video – under the spoiler
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Here, recently, a teacher from Omsk was fired for a photoset in a swimsuit, and in response to this progressive teachers decided to turn a flash mob in Institute, and also post pictures in swimsuits.
Now the Internet has many photos of teachers in swimsuits.
Cool.
It seems to me that if a crowd of those who went is gathered in a heap to solve their psychological problems without a curator, they will all be still going. C:
You are to blame for everything, True. The reason for all our suffering is TYYYYYYYYY.
“I’m black,” said the African American.
“I’m yellow,” said the Chinese.
“I’m normal,” said the white racist (͡ ° ͜ʖ °)
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVOOOOOOOOOOK-kaaamuniiiiism-it will be all zaaashibiiiiiii
He comes the hogger https://spellwincasino.uk/ from the Nadatok to Fall.
Microsoft conference is cool. This is exactly the show that they have never suited. And for some centuries they showed games.
I decided to change the picture on the desktop, began to delve into his archives and found this art buried back in 2013. “Pretty ironic. “, I thought.
I recently complained that she became a cocoa scattered, forgot about an important meeting and buried in this regard in time management. In this regard, 2 things: the first is interesting (in my opinion, of course ^_ ^) Observation, the second #Kurilkamulkholikotytvitter
I hovered in my inner world, better analyzed why I forgot about that meeting (for this is absolutely atypical for me). And I found the reason. Classical displacement mechanism.
A week before, we agreed with a classmate to meet in front of pairs and analyze the memories and dreams of each other to the laboratory (plus this classmate is prettier for me in the group, but she, like mine, has a confidence and both dancing the rapprochement dance for a very long time. Recently drunk in the trash, they admitted that we respect each other, but sobered up and the dance continued again). In general, this lady is of particular importance for me.
And here in a day I see a free window for a lesson in the schedule of practice, which I really wanted to, but it was always busy. I run to the phone in euphoria, I write to the curator and score the “window”, absolutely forgetting about meeting with a classmate (and it so happened that the “window” is for the same time).
In the evening we go to the metro, I tell you that I was finally able to sign up for the primary reception, III … Well, it is logical that she reminded me that on this day there were actually other plans. She is no offense, but I was ashamed.
Well, here. X day. Vika continues somewhere on the edge of the soul to experience awkwardness for forgetting about plans and letting the person III … displaces from consciousness a meeting-thought because of which everything happened.
Just the same textbook example, at least enter the textbook
Shocks! Shocks. Lord, how did I love to set ticks in the task tracker! I even cook food as a task (with the time allotted for this) to put a checkmark! Gaaaaaaalochki.
But the actual efficiency has grown markedly. Straight very noticeable.
Oh, especially for Erla chicken or something?
And centuries and kohan with others, yes.
(Plus, this classmate is prettier to me in the group, but she, like mine, has problems with trust and both dance to the rapprochement dance for a very long time. Recently drunk in the trash, they admitted that we respect each other, but sobered up and the dance continued again). In general, this lady is of particular importance for me.
Where does such fierce stereotyping come from, that lesbians are assets such and no other?
They are different. Extremely different.
And glue the labels: “If it does not look like an woman with eggs, it means not a lesbian” – this is akin to the worst samples of narrow -mindedness.
