did our guests master on the way to their dream, i also worked as an instructor in the komsomol regional committeewas no such rate, my work book says cleaner, i 3 years worked as a library, i really didn't like it, but we have. that i love her, i've loved her since school, your hair on the back of your head is wet from the heart, and... for a thief, you know, yes, but it seems to me that you are my perfect couple, i don't want to be myself, even she left me, left differently. the big game live: there are days when it becomes completely clear why in the united states the democratic party is called the party of donkeys. indeed, today an unprecedented show in the history of the united states of america opens in chicago starts the democratic party convention, which is to make a fateful choice regarding the democratic candidate for president, the city has already gone into a state of siege, all the police cordons are in place, all the shop windows are packed in anticipation of primarily pro-palestinian rallies that are supposed to protest the biden administration's policies in the middle east, in fact,

did our guests master on the way to their dream, i also worked as an instructor at the komsomol regional committeeh position... i have a cleaner yakuboevich written in my work record book, my pain, i worked in libraries for 3 years, i really didn't like it, but we have a story about how you returned to your native library, oh, tatyana, can i take a selfie with you, all my professions, whether it was a flavor apprentice, a loader, they were selected taking into account that i would have as much time as possible to do what i loved, i worked on central television, as a senior accountant, a senior, you said, there will be a hedgehog, of course. i had my first entry in the book, my favorite one, the night receptionist, it wasn't offensive that everyone was listening to you, but i was constantly giving away my voice, somehow i was sitting at home having breakfast, i have a radio beacon hanging on the wall, and a girl was singing, and i was sitting there evaluating how well the girl sings, such a wonderful voice, and then i sing like that, on saturday on the first, in the new season on the first. what a

the regional committee of the komsomol, an asset of the city council, the beginning of a long journeyhe oryol region, that’s the name of the new exhibition on spassky alleys. the hero of the exhibition himself arrived at the opening. russian communists willingly share memories, but today it’s no longer about politics, but about the personal, about childhood, about youth. i was 17 years old when i put on a tie for the first time, although it was my aunt who put me on a tie, who sent me to the theater to see a beautiful one, and said, i can’t do without a tie, this is the first photo. no longer pioneer, but always red, bright, like the biography of gennady zyuganov. gennady andreevich made a huge contribution to the development of our hometown, to the development of our oryol region, and of course. museum of the spassky lutovino nature reserve, he was directly involved in the restoration house of the museum in 1976, the leader of the communist party of the russian federation was never afraid of work, for which he was celebrated for the anniversary; in june he turned 80 with a high state

the regional committee of the komsomol, in short, i worked not for three years, but for two, i was releasedd, there was no chemistry, i was the head of the youth club of the petrograd side of the council, there i first met my future wife, larisa, her name is, so i started writing some phrases, such short aphorisms, sent them to a literary newspaper, the dzve club, this is the motherland of the best, here is all... famous, wonderful people, they took and printed nine phrases, right away and sent a translation for 36 rubles. in soviet times, a bottle of cognac cost 4.12, that is , in one stroke, nine bottles of cognac. lara immediately calculated how many phrases a month we needed to make ends meet. the people seeing us off had already left the carriage, when a man with a suitcase appeared on the platform, having run to the sixth carriage, he jumped onto the platform and handed the conductor a ticket, he sighed, ugh, barely made it, just a minute - the girl in the cap said sternly, we made it but in the wrong place, this is not your train, just like it is not mine, whose is it? - the passenge