• Real Story 3months ago

    With loved ones dreamed of traveling on a yacht, work remotely and enjoy life. Not having millions, built their yacht, two years of continuous work, developed their own project, worked every day, without holidays and weekends! Postponed everything: the house ,and children and a wedding-all, only after leaving the Harbor on the finished yacht. And behold, there was a week before release, but I'm SCARED! so long to go to his dream, deny yourself everything and suddenly scared...

  • Real Story 3months ago

    I'm going to hitchhike. The car stops, an elderly couple inside. Sit down, the driver pulls a hand in my direction, I think, seen can, and shook it so with the power that the toast does not show. Drove where I go out, I walked on, and saw that he again gaining people. And then it hit me: he drives for money. And hand over the charge pulled.

  • Real Story 3months ago

    Now I was passing fair. Stalls with clothes, some flowers, fruit. But most of all I remember one-a stall with cookies. Saleswoman was not, so smart pigeon buried himself in crackers and enjoyed their taste ☺ 😄👌

  • Real Story 3months ago

    Very often I come across memes about "the son of my mother's friend". All the time uhohatyvalsya with them and understand that girls is not shining. But today my view of the world has been shattered... I present to your heed the story about the "daughter of dad's boss"! "But she entered a foreign University, and you campaign and will sit on our neck with a technical education!"

  • Real Story 3months ago

    Live in Crimea. The work is mostly seasonal. Every day is like Groundhog day. The same people work year after year. I noticed that by the middle / end of the season basically all the workers show their true self. You can call everyone a working alcoholic. It is very hard to realize that a person in life except work and alcohol is not interested in anything. Because the season is over and everything will be the same. The money will be spent on the simplest entertainment. Whether I'm wrong or the world is going crazy. No need people, there are other delights in life, and not just alcohol

  • Real Story 3months ago

    I do not know why, but I do not remember my childhood, or rather, that was before I went to school. The second memory is even a little creepy. I go into my bedroom where we sleep with grandma. Grandma comes with me and we close the door that separates us from the hall. Grandpa at this moment is in the kitchen. And then I hear the sounds of "ku-ku-ku-ku-ku" from the hall. A couple of times the singing of a cuckoo - and silence. I run into the hall - and there is no one who could make such sounds. Toys such not was. Grandpa didn't watch TV, did not have a radio. I still wonder what happened then.

  • Real Story 3months ago

    I read a story about a bridge and a banjo and remembered one happy memory from my life. The trip on the boat. Great speed, I, a girl of about twelve, hold on tight to the handrail, so as not to fall. Bright red vest squeezes the chest. On the street in nice weather without clouds. The engine starts-a loud, babbling sound. Enthusiasm. Uncle screams something, E... A sharp push! The action starts at a huge speed. Front, behind, on the sides of the river, deep and dark. The spray hits your face, the wind blows your hair. In the soul of such delight and tranquility. All teenage problems knocks out completely. In mind is imprinted: "Happiness! Happiness! Happiness, here it is! I don't want it to end!".
    It's been years, but I never forgot the feeling of lightness, which is experienced by then. Sometimes - very rarely - I remember warmly smiling to himself a little. And I realize that happiness is near.

  • Real Story 3months ago

    I was walking today, not bothering anyone, when suddenly a girl screams from the balcony: "the spaceships themselves will not postroute" and so several times.
    I don't know what it was, but I liked it...

  • Real Story 3months ago

    My mom loves milk chocolate, and I prefer black with chili. Such a mother does not eat, so I can safely leave the chocolate within her sight - still not touch. But once I do not find my chocolate on the shelf - and immediately to my mother with a question in my eyes. She sadly confessed: "Yes, Yes, I ate it, it was terribly tasteless, but I really wanted chocolate, and mine ended, I had to choke, but there is yours..."

  • Real Story 3months ago

    Today I met a girl with pink... eyebrows! Otherwise it looked quite usual, no piercings, no visible tattoos, natural hair color. Um, what was that? Or I missed some new fashion trend and it's time to run to paint the eyebrows in all colors of the rainbow to be in trend?

  • Real Story 3months ago

    There was an interesting case recently. My friend was 9 months pregnant and had to give birth the other day. One night I couldn't sleep due to the fact that the window to "hook" bird (like the stork), I did not attach any importance. And in the morning I know that a friend gave birth to a son. And now I sit and think, whether it is coincidence, or I really tried to warn?)

  • Real Story 3months ago

    I managed to go there before the candy became cardboard, and for the prizes began to demand payment. And I can safely say that it was amazing. For a child from an ordinary family, this atmosphere of this TV show has long been remembered. And not only the atmosphere - there is still a porcelain doll in the room, which I was given after I read the poem. I regret only one thing: Leonid Arkadievich gave me a handful of sweets, which were then rare for me, and I put them on the shelf under the drum and safely forgot. And it happens☺

  • Real Story 3months ago

    Last night I watched the most horrible and disgusting picture of my life. Still in shock. Husband and wife shouting wildly at each other standing in the middle of the street. A girl of about five tugged at their legs and begged to stop to offend each other. She even tried to distract her parents with her doll. Little hands she tried to give her doll father, a mother. At one point, dad freaked out, grabbed the doll and threw it sideways on the road. The girl sobbed and rushed to rescue the toy. It all happened very quickly. The baby only bent down to pick up the Barbie, as from-for turn....
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    It's really wild 😱

  • Real Story 3months ago

    Recently I met a girl. After a few visits to the cafe, we decided to sit at home. The date is fixed. Comes to visit me: with me dinner and all that goes with that. On the appointed day, for some reason she changed her mind to go, invited me to his. Went into the kitchen: on the table jacket potato and sour cream...
    I'm like a fool, cooking stuffed fish, salads...

  • Real Story 3months ago

    And let's choose from who liked their the record a few people together and the calendar will flip it over?😄 And tell them how the third of September is going!

  • Real Story 3months ago

    Stutter with 6 years. And many people ask why I stutter.I tell everyone that the dog scared them.I can't tell you the holes in the bread are in my eyes.

  • Real Story 3months ago

    Had a fight with my dad, he was drunk. In a quarrel, he grabbed the kettle from the fire and threw it at me, barely managed to Dodge. Kicked out of the house. Mom stood and watched, wailing about "what a daughter". Now I sit in the Park and scared to go home. The most offensive that any who do not call or go can't.

  • Real Story 3months ago

    I was called Karina when I was born , but they could not get a birth certificate for a long time ,then my mother asked my grandmother to issue documents . Grandmother and her sister ,being after a corporate party ,went to draw up documents , but forgot my name under the influence of alcohol , not coming up with anything better than to call me Katya . To say that mom was shocked to say nothing .

  • Real Story 3months ago

    A know thanks for who was created with yellow cars? If not, the in short sentiment. At the sight of the yellow car you have every right to hit his friend,and can only beat the person who first saw it,and only once. So the question to the owners of yellow cars.. Do you realize that you and I are always walking around beaten up?)))

  • Real Story 3months ago

    I live in #Finland. 3 years ago I was with my husband and his parents in the country, 100 kilometers from the city. The husband and father-in-law were engaged in the boat, and we with the mother-in-law lay on a glade and sunbathed. A boat came to the pier, people began to unload things. Such ordinary, nothing remarkable: the man is clearly drunk, a woman with a dog and a young guy. Suddenly my mother-in-law pushes me to the side and says: "this is Sauli Niinisto" (Finnish President), I laughed and did not believe. How so? The President, without protection, on a normal boat, the car that they unloaded things, ordinary jeep SUV. Here and the husband with the father-in-law approached, too told that it is the President. What about me? And I thought they were playing me, so I went to this man. Then I'm not very good at speaking Finnish, so imagine the picture: a girl in a swimsuit and asks with distrust: "are you really the President?". The man laughed and said, " no, I'm a janitor from #Rauma," it's a town not far from us. When they left, I picked up the phone and googled it, son of a bitch... Who knew it was really the President?