I remind you:
That year the autumn weather
Stood in the yard for a long time
Winter was waiting, nature was waiting.
Snow fell only in January
On the third night.
A.S. Pushkin "Eugene Onegin", chapter 5.1
In addition, January 3 in a strict style is January 16 in a new way.
So don't cry, Happy New Year!
From baby.ru:
I remember my daughter woke up (she slept separately in her bed), got off and went for a walk around the apartment until I opened my eyes, she didn’t touch me. But she did business, horror: she would pull out all the cereal and mix it, once she found my lipstick, she smeared everything that was possible in the hut, only then I found out: it turns out in a tube, lipstick, sooo much, once to my husband (he was still a cadet then was) pooped in boots, it’s still a mystery how she managed it, in general, she hosted a lot while her mother was sleeping.
Sasha and only): You added Sasha and only).
Sasha and only): hey)))
Dark_Mirror: How did you know?
Sasha and only): what exactly?)
Dark_Mirror: You write "uh... gay", how did you know?
Sasha and only): well, you and the bastard)))
Dark_Mirror: Balda - a type of blacksmith's hammer, having a mass of 7-16 kg
Dark_Mirror: Looks like????
Sasha and only): I see you are in the mood)
Dark_Mirror: I'm a gay hammer, I'm always in the mood)))
SHE: Damn, I was waiting for Olka after work. she promised to go to the Panorama with me to look at her handbag. I saw such a white one there, like Christina's, only smaller and a little darker, like beige ...
HE: I switch to the brain protection mode from failures: 1. I turn off the input audio channel ...
PLUSH: I always had a dream to buy a big dog and have her sleep on the bed with me))) instead of her husband)))
Enya: does your husband know?
PLUSH: I guess...
PLUSH: sometimes I hug him by his furry legs and laaaaaly say "Shaaaarik" like that ..)
"Spring, have the rooks arrived?"
All flesh shouting with harmonies
Waiting for spring, love coming
Yes, but there was no rook!
Yes, but there was no freak!
______________
e.May.2004 CAKE
Your bright face, the soul is pure
You are dancing like a white seagull
But there is a special
You are not friends with your head!
______________
e.May.2002 CAKE
I was waiting for you then...
I was waiting for you then
In those cruel days
Where is the blizzard for you
Covers traces.
Where the fire doesn't burn
And our house is not warm
Where it chills with frost
And the soul is like in prison.
You left without saying
Goodbye two words
Dipping your head
In a sea of troubles and hardships.
Yes, I know that you
Not wanting it
Went on a long journey;
Where to win
Given by someone above.
I've been waiting all alone
And that path is not easy
What fate has given me
To tell the whole point
A piece of women's share,
Wholesomed my life.
Know one thing, my dear -
You are not forgotten yet!
The secretary enters the boss's office in tears. He asks: - What's wrong with you, Lenochka? - I have just been to the gynecologist, and he confirmed to me that I am pregnant. Judging by the timing, this could only happen when we went to the seminar, which means that I am pregnant from you. And since you are married, and I am married, and it is too late to have an abortion, I have only one way out - to commit suicide! The boss, with an air of deep sympathy, puts his hand on her shoulder and gently says: - All right, Lenochka. I have always been sure that you can rely on!
she (01/14/2009)
do you want to screw up?
I wake up today, I slept for 3 hours, I open my eyes, my mother pokes at the floor, I look, the phone is lying around in disassembled form ..
well, I'm like, someone called me, so I turned it off .. she, well, fuck you turn off your phones. I crawled out of bed, I collect my phone, I can’t find a SIM card. restore what was.
in general, I sleep for about an hour only, then the bodies are ringing, well, as always, without even looking, I turn it off. and I didn’t just turn it off, but disassembled it into all possible parts in this case (it’s not clear why), and now I threw the SIM card (!) Attention (!) on the floor, covered it with a pillow so that you couldn’t hear how it vibrates! :-D 8-)
he (14/01/2009)
are you serious?!
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Find out how mothers feel when their children become adults
Mothers whose “little and dear ones” left to live in other cities talk about how quickly the children have matured
Anna, 46 years old:
Vova has always been "very my" son. I can’t say that I suppressed it, but I always controlled it. When he was little, they told me: "You put pressure on him." He was always a rather soft child, pliable, and at one moment he suddenly considered it necessary not to follow his lead. He started saying no. It started around the age of 13.
We did not have global problems, he did not commit unseemly acts, Vova just became more mature in his reasoning, he had his own opinion, character. His growing up was expressed in the fact that he became less dependent on me. Previously, if he was approached, he would look at me before answering, wondering how my mother would react. And now he has become more independent.
If before that I was tough, then at that moment it was gone. I realized that my usual methods of upbringing will no longer work and I need to find mutual language in another way. I started to maneuver. Not him, but me. I curled around him like a vine so that he could hear me. I realized that you can’t put pressure and tire, because this can ruin your relationship with your son.
It is still quite closed, and in many ways I can only speculate. My son lets me in portions and, unfortunately, these doors rarely open towards him.
No matter how good the mother is, there is a line for which the child will not let go. But children should know that we are always on their side.
Now he is in Moscow, and I don't just miss him. Everything is lost: no one to cook for, no one to look after, no one to iron shirts. Until that moment, the word "depression" remained incomprehensible to me. Now I felt for myself: this is devastation. The most important thing in my life is gone. He left.
But I understand that I gave birth to Vova not so that he would live for me. His life is there. Yes, I could convince him to stay in Kursk. And then he would blame me for it. Why ruin a child's life for the sake of your maternal selfishness?
At some moments he misses a lot, and I feel it. I guess I'm still a native person for him.
Irina, 53 years old:
How does a mother feel when she realizes that her child is growing up? Bitterness. Because the children are no longer around. And more often they are somewhere, but not at home. Someone is always waiting for them, they are always rushing somewhere, and we seem to be just in the shower, the children are not up to us.
You understand that there, with friends, it is more important for them than here. Among the young, they are more interesting and pleasant - this is correct and normal. But it is very important for parents to have the opportunity to sit down and talk. At the same time, I understand perfectly well that being in the company of adults is not very joyful. I went through it myself. I remember everything.
It seems to me that guys and men remain boys until old age. Girls mature earlier. When Anya left me, I told her: “Keep in mind, no matter what happens, only you will be responsible.”
Last winter, I felt that she had matured: now she has other thoughts, a different sense of life and attitude towards herself. She became independent, more reasonable in situations and in her requests, she learned to make decisions.
I said to myself: “I have an adult daughter and I should accept the situation as it is. Yes, she's only 19 years old, but she's grown up." Sometimes she is 15 again. It happens that a wave of emotions, rash desires will come flooding in, I have to explain something to her, say “no”, stop. Then the daughter cools down: “You were right, mom. Everything resolved itself."
Natalia, 39 years old:
After graduating from school, Dima entered the Institute of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. And I understand that if he lived here and studied at a civilian university, the story would be different. I would worry about his affairs, and he would not think if there was food in the refrigerator, and whether he should pay for utilities. When children live in a family, everything is “on click” for them: if you want something tasty - hold it, put on beautiful things - please. Therefore, at school, he only believed that he had grown up: “I can decide for myself whether I did my homework!”, “I know better when I want to eat!”. But with him it turned out differently.
In the second year, we came to visit him, and I saw the difference: he began to wash himself, sew, learned to cook and began to plan the budget. matured. Leave the room and turn off the light!
The fact that children grow up must be accepted and supported. This is a reason for pride, not for correction. And my parents once told me: “It’s impossible”, “It’s bad”, but I ignored the comments and acted as I saw fit. Golden Rule: until you make your own mistakes, you will not believe and listen.
Mothers do not want to grow up quickly. It is easier for us when children are small and with the same small problems. A small child needs a mother, and when he grows up, his mother already needs him. Now Dima's values have changed, and he has become more interested in me. It's done. I was waiting for this.