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| Sunday's tale of conscripts |
Dec 3rd, 2009 11:18:25 pm - Subscribe |
| This story of conscription, which had a chance to be a soldier, was a story passed down in our area even in times when I went to school, and since then has passed nearly 20 years. I do not know the author of this story, which is probably the story of another person who has been a bit modified. I know it more or less as such, they now tell you: A young boy got the first in the life of a summons to appear before the Commission for the army wages. Hooks outside the door by another conscript, and says: "You know, I do not want to go to the army, but I take it as I would have to come up with something. "Our guy replied," You know, the man has two choices: either take him to the army or not. To take me away to the army, it will go. "And the other bit scared says: "You know, but how do you take to the army and the war starts, you can find on the front." Our boy quite calmly responds: "You know, how will the army, either during breaks in the war or not. As war came, This will go to the front. "That does not give peace and carves" Well you know that as we go to the front, you can die. "We continue with stoic calm replied:" You see, as I hit the front, then you die, you can also to be badly wounded and go home, you may be slightly wounded and return to the front, or you can survive. "The man with maniacal insistence on drilling:" Well, but how you die, you do not already go to the girl, or with colleagues on the game. "Our can not be caught up in a pessimistic way of thinking, and answers: "Well because you see before you die, you can ask the commander to bury you in a good location near the battlefield, and planted a tree above you. With us it probably would have been oak, but pine is also good, and will not be as pine, it may be birch, willow, or even because the willow do not need to buy seedlings, only a press of a piece of thick branches and propagated itself and grow from the tree. "That bores stubbornly" hole in the belly " and says: "Well, yes, but you know it is not always at hand is the oak, or pine, so how can you accuse the willow, the highest it will go firewood, or toilet paper." Our little boy amused, replied: "You see how to succeed and to accuse me, oak or pine can do with this wood desk for some nice lady director, or for any teacher. And as to accuse me, birch or willow, is that wood can make paper for newspapers, which will read well-read woman, then this paper may do toilet paper, then the paper will go to the toilet. "conscript pessimist wonders a moment and says:" Well, and like all the rollers reach the men's toilets, it is the end, because ... "Our boy laughing almost to tears by going other one corresponds to the sentence:" It is never so that all the rollers of such a large tree hit a single toilet. There is absolutely no chance that either they all hit rolls only to male toilets throughout our region, so definitely not one roll will go to women's toilets. "pessimist looks at him suspiciously and says," Well this is like the pleasure to go into the army just so in the form of toilet paper to get to the toilet? " Our boy laughs, so that the head comes out of the wages and hear what our recruiting corresponds to his interlocutor: "And I see how they take me away to the army and the war starts, it will go to the front and as this happens that I perish, I always find the commander that job for me the tree, and how the tree will grow and it will be oak or pine, it can be do with this solid wood desk and a nice woman for some nice desk makes it a pleasure. And accuse me as birch or willow This is the timber for the paper newspaper will have the pleasure to read well-read woman, and in the worst case, they will do with these newspapers and some toilet paper rolls will go to the ladies toilet. Whatever happens, take me to the army or not, survive or not survive, I will always has created kobitom prz |
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| New r'OK! |
Dec 1st, 2009 4:28:13 pm - Subscribe |
| She was, they (the One + they) were, are and try to be always, One -> travel was, and it will be a lot ... but less and less, she -> work, just got up in my hands and I care for it  He -> theater, I began to understand it better, It -> cinema, we do not see as often as before, but did not get around the mandatory position, he -> bike ... recently webcamera, but shame, moves with him soon , Ona -> cell -> I'll do her facelift, she, Toyota, as is often at the threshold of majority: it was already lifting, bad burns. she, it -> Warsaw, it is always knows, now fascinates One plugs, I started notice them, and Ono, good wine and good music .... Rock, is a plague, but too often I hear, and do not listen. SIEgo years to |
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| Conversations large and small women. |
Nov 30th, 2009 2:53:06 pm - Subscribe |
| It is Sunday and it is not only the day of meetings in the family circle but also walking and shopping in supermarkets. And shopping, we want to or do not want speak in one way or the other way. Will reach very far memory and recall a conversation that took place 30 years ago, then smacks a little mouse. As a child, I was very curious and has been for me now. My grandmother was very patient with me and a lot of talking. Otherwise needed wiedziałabym many things not taught in schools. Nay, I would not go to school one year earlier than children from my yearbook. In foreign languages, it started like I was some 6 years and I could read and write our language. We went with my grandmother and grandfather, a horse cart loaded baskets of strawberries, to a nearby town to the market. Truskawy great grandmother practiced, and his grandfather was able to sell them. Grandfather was in the market with strawberries, and we are women, many from small, at this time zajęłyśmy the publishing pieniążków. It was the seventies and did a little shopping differently but the principles have not changed much. Big women love what is beautiful and necessary, and a small woman like what color.'s Grandmother bought what you need and how it was the custom, asked a gentle voice: - And what you buy dzieciaczku? - Łał! This is the greatest question that a woman can hear little shopping! We went into one store where I could choose something for themselves. I chose what color .... If my grandmother if she knew what it waits after purchase, you probably have bought a baton and new crayons, and that would be ended. I liked the book. Colorful. And there were so many images: cats, dogs, kaczuszki ... Wow! But the fun! Only: - Grandma? And why there are so strange ...? Well what is it? These are the letters? - And before I had time to say something grandmother, burned: - But I know how to read! I also know how to write! And here what is written! "I do not know what mine was saleswoman, I do not know it looked like. I necessarily wanted to know ... and my grandmother told me: - There is a written ruskij bukwy. - She smiled warmly as much as my grandmother knew how to smile. - I do not see this, because it is a book in Russian. Look if there are other books. - And after a while she asked again. - What you buy dzieciaczku? - I know what I want my grandma bought. - I want this book, Grandma - And the sweetest eyes I did what I can. Grandma still be satisfied: - And what will you do with this book? After all, it does not read dzieciaczku. - Sure! I can not even read it. I tried on: - Well ... But there are so many images: cats, dogs, kaczuszki ... Umiesz And you read it, Grandma. You teach me. True? And again, those sweet, black eyes, who saw the grandmother softens. The joy of a child knows no bounds! I got your book. Color. And it was so images: cats, dogs ... Wow! I got ... my ... my beloved book! And no matter that it was written in letters, which I could not read. Grandmother taught me. And then I had a great teacher of the Russian language at school ... and foreign practice among people whose language I do not know to this day, and with them the Russian dogadałam .... And now I know. And now I have other books. One of them is "Anna Karenina" by Leo Tolstoy in the original. I read it sometimes, as I feel like it. Grandma and large, women have taught me. |
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| After dinner |
Nov 26th, 2009 3:18:59 pm - Subscribe |
| November 14 After dinner my husband and son escorted me to the bus stop. I was sorry to part with her son and glad that I will not have to listen to complaints about her husband and only him. In Torun, I got delayed by the forty-five minutes bus to Olsztyn. About half-past eleven in the evening I got out at the station. All the kiosks are closed, then left for me to buy a ticket on the tram directly motorniczego. WoW CD Key I got to the tram and asked for a ticket. The woman in charge of the tram did not issue out of ten gold. She handed me a ticket, said politely: - Odda you on the occasion. For the first time I met this kind of situation. We never got a ticket for free and I felt uncomfortable with that. Wyszperałam all the small of his pocket and handed buck and seventeen cents. Then I deleted the back of the ticket was an advertisement. I came to work for a change starting from the tenth. From the morning there were five people and another came the next change. The German group discussed the non-renewal of employment seventeen German-speaking consultants, one person in the Scandinavian, Russian and Ukrainian and I do not know. We still have not planted the Romanian line. Currently supported is back in Budapest and there are no promises that the company will seek new employees with the language. In Hungary it easier to find. We also have an unresolved issue of our coordinator. Approximately eleven case is explained. Andrew said he had not signed the contract and came to say goodbye to all. Somehow I do not feel like we were very welcome. Several people came to demand the money. Twisted up and behind him saw. I remembered that he was depressed but argued that it can not be used. Narrated job successor. Our new coordinator is Milan. Was not entirely happy with the form in which the company promoted him to the coordinator. Received the annex to the contract of employment concluded for a probationary period and the allowance of three hundred and fifty gross gold. This time Yveta refrain from comment but her face was visible disappointment. Marta is now very nailed. A few days ago she died her seriously ill mother. Yesterday was the funeral. All very sympathetic to her. I know what I feel about Martha, he said goodbye four years ago, my beloved grandmother and grandfather who a year later, after the death of his grandmother lived with us. Grandma passed away quickly and unexpectedly. She died after two wylewach that occurred in less than two weeks. I was not prepared for her departure, and long afterwards came to him. Grandfather after the death of his grandmother gave up and had no will to live. He was over ninety years old and move gave him a growing problem. Came to the health problems of old age, which, as we found out much later was the result of cancer. One day he got out of bed. Since then she began to care for his grandfather, who lies. He died six months later in a dream. Although I knew that once each of them will die, coming to terms with this and return to normal life lasted almost a year. Still when I think of the grandmother and grandfather, surreptitiously wipe my tears even though four years have passed. I do not know if you ever dwell in the house after the grandparents because it linked to my memories of childhood, adolescence and the first years of life my son, when nearly every free weekend was spent in the countryside with my grandparents. My son had amazing luck that he met his grandmother and his great-grandfather and great-grandmother and her mother praprababcię. The copyright from www.mmocode.com |
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| Sunny and hot day |
Nov 24th, 2009 3:22:54 pm - Subscribe |
| I like this weather. The sun always improves my mood. I needed a lot of sun. Over the last few days I went restless in connection with travel for training. My husband and my son drove me to Torun, where am I left the direct bus to Olsztyn. This is my first solo trip since the marriage.metin2 powerleveling I felt torn between the need to find well-paid job and the responsibility of being a good wife and mother. I always tried to look after the interests of the family. This time taking care of our interests was to rely on being alone. I did not know how long this will take, what will affect our relationship, or whether longer improve our financial situation. We talked very little. We held hands. Beside us stood a couple. A young man in military uniform of a serial held his girlfriend's hand. Rode the bus. I said goodbye to her husband and son, then bought a ticket to the driver and sat down almost at the end of the bus by the window. Pomachaliśmy a goodbye and the bus moved off. Sat down at the end of the serial. He turned his face from the window and pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket. I like to sit by the window and watch the views from the other side. The bus traveled intersection, and once I saw my. Pomachaliśmy himself again. After a few minutes I received a text message: "Write the journey there and call as you drive." I replied: "OK." If you do not think the fact that his departure infringe kind of equilibrium prevailing in our family, took to reading books in the Czech original . From the time hen not read anything in Czech. Badly written in difficult language. Somewhat old-fashioned language. Focused so as not to lose thread. With lively language, the Czech had recently faced more than five years ago.wow gold And ever since I left permanently in the Czech Republic passed nearly seven years. Now I have to work in an international company serving customers and other Western companies to receive calls from customers in the Czech Republic. After five hours the bus pulled to Olsztyn. I called Aunt Hanka, so she could get me to leave. It turned out that my aunt patisserie is located near the central bus station, so my aunt told me how to walk. Could not get lost. The walking pace, I found myself on the spot after less than ten minutes. I went inside. Behind the counter stood a handsome, fair-haired woman with the appearance of about forty. The copyright from www.ibay24.de |
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