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Читал Мопасана в метро, уехал в депо на интересном моменте

И как ты из депо выбрался?

Читал Мопасана в метро, уехал в депо на интересном моменте

И как ты из депо выбрался?

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Читал Мопасана в метро, уехал в депо на интересном моменте

И как ты из депо выбрался?

Проснулся

Паста с форчана, расходимся.

 

Hey. My name is Sasha, I'm 20, not so long ago was the anniversary and God knows he was a half, a third or fourth life. How to do but - this is not a reason not to appreciate the time. Own time, each has available a certain time span before it for slaboochevidnyh purposes, and all attempts to answer a child's simple question "why?" and "why?" do not find a simple true answer. But is not the point. This thread is not about time. I have a problem, and forgive me, that knocked to visit you and your immediate affairs took away your attention. Over the last year on my shelf appeared about two dozen new books. Among them, the majority of academic subjects, but there is also an art, and their value to me is particularly high, popular science, and perhaps even questionable persuasion literature. The problem became palpable at once, despite the seemingly obvious observations (about how I fatter - waking up after months of idleness was horrified to realize unpleasant fact: "Your mother Well, I was chubby!") But while Yeshe, it is not so awful to break into the medical office and creepy blushing modestly whisper gestures, playing professional charade "Guess what I put forth a disease," Dr. try dampen the mood of his (far-fetched) disease. What is the strength of one book? One page is enough to tell an interesting fact, a few pages will suffice to explain some simple phenomenon dozen pages is enough to create awareness for a non-trivial issue. Hundreds of pages may be enough to broaden my horizons considerably. Thanks to some fancy pieces of paper with ink are able to recreate the world in his head of enormous size. For me, it becomes like a slow nuclear explosion - the power of the giant scale of such a small thing. In this light, this effect is difficult to ignore. The tiny headline may be hiding a lot of everything. And beautiful, and useful. Like this in my book crept fetishism - I saw these tempting titles on the shelves of bookstores, standing next to each other, closely compacted, as patrons pretty explosive power in the cage. I saw them on the network, see reviews and comments on them, I saw them in action and their consequences. Some of these titles were taken on a promise to show me something infinitely beautiful or tell you something really important. And I believed him. Now in my arsenal has several first-class patrons, impressive power. People can look at the Lambo Aventador with excitation retelling ton killer facts with numbers - six and a half liters, twelve cylinders, three hundred and fifty kilometers an hour, less than three seconds to disperse hundreds, seven hundred horsepower can also be considered the book - an approach sketch , an explanation point. There is no point in answering the question "why me?" Because possession of these skills and knowledge is not only as a wholly crystallized pure blessing and not a single powerful, logical and sensible reason to think otherwise. Imagine how you would look in the field, having the best ammo in the world, but without having a gun? Such munitions heavy thing - they can and make as it should, but we need to have serious problems with perception, to use their mother, the best in the world to knock their shells at the enemy's skull! This situation, however, it seems familiar to me. The illusion of happiness and completeness of the mere fact of owning the thing. Think, if there had been a second Aventador in razebanom garage unburdened talent and money young fellow, with saliva scrutinizes car magazine, page by repeating aloud, "I used this" - but what would he do with it, even without having a driver's license? It skips one rather large problem, but then again, not talking about that. If I have a gun, it misfires. Recently, I was able to stop using substances and last without more than a year is relatively stable to do morning exercise, brush their teeth regularly (earlier it was irregular, that's really one more reason she painted a little shame), with a scratch, but still learning remote , graduating. And if it somehow happened, that of dozens of books have appeared on the shelf for the last year Read was almost half. The result is unfortunate. I know that one of you is well-read people, competent in many areas and people say, no small significance in terms of development worldview, thinking and mentally sharp. Thanks for reading up to this point already, thanks to you is boundless and incalculable (if calculable, then to as expressible in terms of the speed of light), you deserve the highest levels of the social hierarchy and, according to Google Chrome, "You are amazing!" I will be extremely grateful if you would give me advice. Advice on how to clear the problem. I can not read. My attention dissipates after only ten minutes, my memory records not so much my concentration lacking a systematic and regular reading turns to fail. The secret to success, often, just so that simply nowhere, but there is always some small tiny mikrodetalki, giving proof shade the whole picture. Therefore I ask for help - what to do and how to be that reading was a regular, so are nothing blurred weakening concentration, and memory serves, providing quick access to the collections of information in your head? How to read it, gentlemen?

 

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Паста с форчана, расходимся.

 

Hey. My name is Sasha, I'm 20, not so long ago was the anniversary and God knows he was a half, a third or fourth life. How to do but - this is not a reason not to appreciate the time. Own time, each has available a certain time span before it for slaboochevidnyh purposes, and all attempts to answer a child's simple question "why?" and "why?" do not find a simple true answer. But is not the point. This thread is not about time. I have a problem, and forgive me, that knocked to visit you and your immediate affairs took away your attention. Over the last year on my shelf appeared about two dozen new books. Among them, the majority of academic subjects, but there is also an art, and their value to me is particularly high, popular science, and perhaps even questionable persuasion literature. The problem became palpable at once, despite the seemingly obvious observations (about how I fatter - waking up after months of idleness was horrified to realize unpleasant fact: "Your mother Well, I was chubby!") But while Yeshe, it is not so awful to break into the medical office and creepy blushing modestly whisper gestures, playing professional charade "Guess what I put forth a disease," Dr. try dampen the mood of his (far-fetched) disease. What is the strength of one book? One page is enough to tell an interesting fact, a few pages will suffice to explain some simple phenomenon dozen pages is enough to create awareness for a non-trivial issue. Hundreds of pages may be enough to broaden my horizons considerably. Thanks to some fancy pieces of paper with ink are able to recreate the world in his head of enormous size. For me, it becomes like a slow nuclear explosion - the power of the giant scale of such a small thing. In this light, this effect is difficult to ignore. The tiny headline may be hiding a lot of everything. And beautiful, and useful. Like this in my book crept fetishism - I saw these tempting titles on the shelves of bookstores, standing next to each other, closely compacted, as patrons pretty explosive power in the cage. I saw them on the network, see reviews and comments on them, I saw them in action and their consequences. Some of these titles were taken on a promise to show me something infinitely beautiful or tell you something really important. And I believed him. Now in my arsenal has several first-class patrons, impressive power. People can look at the Lambo Aventador with excitation retelling ton killer facts with numbers - six and a half liters, twelve cylinders, three hundred and fifty kilometers an hour, less than three seconds to disperse hundreds, seven hundred horsepower can also be considered the book - an approach sketch , an explanation point. There is no point in answering the question "why me?" Because possession of these skills and knowledge is not only as a wholly crystallized pure blessing and not a single powerful, logical and sensible reason to think otherwise. Imagine how you would look in the field, having the best ammo in the world, but without having a gun? Such munitions heavy thing - they can and make as it should, but we need to have serious problems with perception, to use their mother, the best in the world to knock their shells at the enemy's skull! This situation, however, it seems familiar to me. The illusion of happiness and completeness of the mere fact of owning the thing. Think, if there had been a second Aventador in razebanom garage unburdened talent and money young fellow, with saliva scrutinizes car magazine, page by repeating aloud, "I used this" - but what would he do with it, even without having a driver's license? It skips one rather large problem, but then again, not talking about that. If I have a gun, it misfires. Recently, I was able to stop using substances and last without more than a year is relatively stable to do morning exercise, brush their teeth regularly (earlier it was irregular, that's really one more reason she painted a little shame), with a scratch, but still learning remote , graduating. And if it somehow happened, that of dozens of books have appeared on the shelf for the last year Read was almost half. The result is unfortunate. I know that one of you is well-read people, competent in many areas and people say, no small significance in terms of development worldview, thinking and mentally sharp. Thanks for reading up to this point already, thanks to you is boundless and incalculable (if calculable, then to as expressible in terms of the speed of light), you deserve the highest levels of the social hierarchy and, according to Google Chrome, "You are amazing!" I will be extremely grateful if you would give me advice. Advice on how to clear the problem. I can not read. My attention dissipates after only ten minutes, my memory records not so much my concentration lacking a systematic and regular reading turns to fail. The secret to success, often, just so that simply nowhere, but there is always some small tiny mikrodetalki, giving proof shade the whole picture. Therefore I ask for help - what to do and how to be that reading was a regular, so are nothing blurred weakening concentration, and memory serves, providing quick access to the collections of information in your head? How to read it, gentlemen?

 

 

 

шерлока мне

slaboochevidnyh purposes

проиграл

Читаю каждый день перед сном

Паста с форчана, расходимся.

 

Hey. My name is Sasha, I'm 20, not so long ago was the anniversary and God knows he was a half, a third or fourth life. How to do but - this is not a reason not to appreciate the time. Own time, each has available a certain time span before it for slaboochevidnyh purposes, and all attempts to answer a child's simple question "why?" and "why?" do not find a simple true answer. But is not the point. This thread is not about time. I have a problem, and forgive me, that knocked to visit you and your immediate affairs took away your attention. Over the last year on my shelf appeared about two dozen new books. Among them, the majority of academic subjects, but there is also an art, and their value to me is particularly high, popular science, and perhaps even questionable persuasion literature. The problem became palpable at once, despite the seemingly obvious observations (about how I fatter - waking up after months of idleness was horrified to realize unpleasant fact: "Your mother Well, I was chubby!") But while Yeshe, it is not so awful to break into the medical office and creepy blushing modestly whisper gestures, playing professional charade "Guess what I put forth a disease," Dr. try dampen the mood of his (far-fetched) disease. What is the strength of one book? One page is enough to tell an interesting fact, a few pages will suffice to explain some simple phenomenon dozen pages is enough to create awareness for a non-trivial issue. Hundreds of pages may be enough to broaden my horizons considerably. Thanks to some fancy pieces of paper with ink are able to recreate the world in his head of enormous size. For me, it becomes like a slow nuclear explosion - the power of the giant scale of such a small thing. In this light, this effect is difficult to ignore. The tiny headline may be hiding a lot of everything. And beautiful, and useful. Like this in my book crept fetishism - I saw these tempting titles on the shelves of bookstores, standing next to each other, closely compacted, as patrons pretty explosive power in the cage. I saw them on the network, see reviews and comments on them, I saw them in action and their consequences. Some of these titles were taken on a promise to show me something infinitely beautiful or tell you something really important. And I believed him. Now in my arsenal has several first-class patrons, impressive power. People can look at the Lambo Aventador with excitation retelling ton killer facts with numbers - six and a half liters, twelve cylinders, three hundred and fifty kilometers an hour, less than three seconds to disperse hundreds, seven hundred horsepower can also be considered the book - an approach sketch , an explanation point. There is no point in answering the question "why me?" Because possession of these skills and knowledge is not only as a wholly crystallized pure blessing and not a single powerful, logical and sensible reason to think otherwise. Imagine how you would look in the field, having the best ammo in the world, but without having a gun? Such munitions heavy thing - they can and make as it should, but we need to have serious problems with perception, to use their mother, the best in the world to knock their shells at the enemy's skull! This situation, however, it seems familiar to me. The illusion of happiness and completeness of the mere fact of owning the thing. Think, if there had been a second Aventador in razebanom garage unburdened talent and money young fellow, with saliva scrutinizes car magazine, page by repeating aloud, "I used this" - but what would he do with it, even without having a driver's license? It skips one rather large problem, but then again, not talking about that. If I have a gun, it misfires. Recently, I was able to stop using substances and last without more than a year is relatively stable to do morning exercise, brush their teeth regularly (earlier it was irregular, that's really one more reason she painted a little shame), with a scratch, but still learning remote , graduating. And if it somehow happened, that of dozens of books have appeared on the shelf for the last year Read was almost half. The result is unfortunate. I know that one of you is well-read people, competent in many areas and people say, no small significance in terms of development worldview, thinking and mentally sharp. Thanks for reading up to this point already, thanks to you is boundless and incalculable (if calculable, then to as expressible in terms of the speed of light), you deserve the highest levels of the social hierarchy and, according to Google Chrome, "You are amazing!" I will be extremely grateful if you would give me advice. Advice on how to clear the problem. I can not read. My attention dissipates after only ten minutes, my memory records not so much my concentration lacking a systematic and regular reading turns to fail. The secret to success, often, just so that simply nowhere, but there is always some small tiny mikrodetalki, giving proof shade the whole picture. Therefore I ask for help - what to do and how to be that reading was a regular, so are nothing blurred weakening concentration, and memory serves, providing quick access to the collections of information in your head? How to read it, gentlemen?

 

 

 

шерлока мне

выдал, проверяй. Надеюсь, автор не сам все переводил

Читаю каждый день перед сном

Читаю каждый день перед сном

манку?

мамку