Interesting events in people's lives. The most interesting stories from people's lives: life stories

10th place: The neighbors have a shepherd dog on a chain; they themselves went to work. I hear a roar and swearing from their side, I look out the window, and there is some guy in black trying to enter the gate. The dog furiously digs gravel, throwing stones at the thief. If he closes the gate, the shepherd doesn’t dig, he waits and barks like, “What, did you piss?” The gate will open - again shelling with gravel. He left ten minutes later, holding his eye. Armed guards, huh))

9th place: How I caught crayfish. Previously, I didn’t perceive crayfish at all, let alone try them. One day, somewhere, my wife bought some crayfish. She prepared it and taught them how to eat properly. I liked it very much.
An acquaintance once invited us to relax in nature with company. Eat crayfish, go fishing. Back then I had a vague idea of ​​catching crayfish using some kind of net with rotten meat. Never mind: we took the tents, loaded everything we needed into the cars and hit the road. We arrived at a warm canal coming from the state district power station. Slavka, our friend, takes out his scuba gear. “No shit, cool! - I thought. He puts on his scuba gear, explains and shows everything in detail along the way, puts on ordinary cloth household gloves, takes a mesh bag with a thin neck and, leisurely, smoothly plunges into the canal. We didn’t record the time, but it wasn’t there for about 10 minutes. Small bubbles appeared only in some places. Using them, we tracked his movements and the place where we then had to help him get ashore. And then a diver appears. We help him get out; in his hands he has a net with almost a bucket of crayfish. We remove all the ammunition from him, and Slava turns to me:
- Now go ahead.
- In terms of. I?
- No piss, everything is adjusted, there is still plenty of air, which is not clear, I’ll explain.
I'm a good swimmer. I have known fins, a mask and a snorkel for a long time; I can stay under water for a long time, but this was the first time I had seen scuba gear so close. Here I draw your attention to the fact that my girls, and all the guests, look at me as if I were a Submariner Hero who is now scheduled to perform a feat. There’s no way to shit yourself at this moment, so, trying to look confident and brave, I give the command:
- Let's! Get dressed!
Here small retreat. I didn’t look like a handsome jock, but rather athletic. And also: Slavka knew that I loved all sorts of experiments, adventures and welcomed something new and unusual. The rest of the company absolutely didn’t give a fuck: everyone was waiting for us to finally set up camp and open the canister of alcohol. Therefore, there weren’t really any candidates.
While they were hanging all this underwater equipment on me, for some reason nursery rhymes and phrases flashed through my head: “I’m not a coward, but I’m afraid,” “Why did I stand against the wall? My knees are shaking,” etc. When everything was ready, I asked:
- Slav, how do you catch these, what are they, crayfish there?
“It’s simple: you look for a hole on the walls of the canal, stick your hand in there. When you feel that the crustacean has grabbed your finger, you grab it and gently, otherwise the paw will come off, you pull it out into your bag. Then you look for another hole.
- Should I stick my hand far?
- Well, sometimes up to the elbow, even more.
Nihyasse! I thought they should fit into the bag themselves. I won’t describe the diving process, but when I found myself under water, I was pleasantly surprised. It turned out to be noticeably more difficult to breathe, but after a few breaths I got used to it. The heavy scuba gear did not press me to the bottom, but balanced my position under water. I felt like I was in space. So, why am I here? Another mesh bag in his hand. Ah, crayfish! Swam out to look for holes. It turned out that there is no need to look for them - there are tons of them there! I swim up to the first one, a few seconds of moral preparation. I’m still a little nervous, but, overcoming my fear, I begin to slowly put my hand into the hole. Oh fuck! It's scary, it's creepy! What if it’s not a crustacean, but some kind of monster? The hand is in the hole almost up to the elbow. Suddenly I feel something trying to cling to the glove. That's it, fucked up. In my head there are excerpts from horror films, as I take out from a hole a bitten off bloody hand with torn edges, with white bones sticking out. I'm trying to remember the prayer. Suddenly something specifically grabs my gloved finger. Frames from a uselessly lived life begin to flash before your eyes, and somewhere behind you, bubbles begin to actively appear, but there is no scuba gear there. Probably the brain turned off and transferred all powers to the ass. Gurgling with bubbles, the ass quickly and clearly gave the order: “Now quickly grab him and carefully pull him out.” I unquestioningly carry out the order and in my hands, already in front of the mask, a quite acceptable cancer is floundering. I put it in my bag and this is where my brain connects again. I almost shouted into my scuba gear: “Hurray! I did it! And it wasn’t scary at all! " I pulled out the second crayfish, although with some effort, more confidently. Then it went like seeds. Having caught about 30, I surfaced, pulled out my mouthpiece and, boasting, yelled:
- Look how much I've already caught! Are you weak?
I demonstratively pull the mesh bag out of the water. On the shore, almost everyone starts laughing, and Slava asked:
- Why, you fool, didn’t you clutch your bag with your hand?
I look at the bag, and there is a lonely crustacean sitting! How? In response to my excuses, there was even more laughter. Someone, on the contrary, calmed me down and encouraged me. Through general laughter, Slava explained to me that crayfish are only so slow and clumsy on land, but in water they can give fish a head start, squeezing into any hole. So they got fucked through an unclamped bag. I was a little tired, but resentment and frustration forced me to wipe my mask and dive in again. I was now squeezing the bag, or rather its neck, under water with all my anger. He pulled crayfish out of their holes mercilessly, like fascists from bunkers. But strength takes its toll, and I’m always good with my head (I kept an eye on the pressure gauge from time to time). When they helped me get ashore, there were 18 good crayfish in the bag, and there was only 5 minutes left in the air tanks. To the question, like, how’s it going? He answered confidently:
- Yes, it’s all bullshit. I immediately caught a lot of them, I just messed around with the bag a little. And so - everything was very interesting, not even scary at all.
No one paid any attention to his hands, which were a little shaking from adrenaline.
Already in another place, on the lake, they set up camp. I have never eaten so many crayfish in my life. To taste, the shrimp are rested. There were also crayfish in the lake, but I didn’t catch them there anymore, others caught them, more in simple ways, but there was no shortage of crayfish, they even brought a lot home, and they caught good fish.
And my wife and I went to that channel more than once. Believe it or not, I dived only in a mask and fins, and threw the caught crayfish to the shore, where my wife picked them up. We collected about half a bucket (small). I still remember these fishing trips with delight.
PS. true to the smallest detail and now I know exactly where the crayfish spend the winter.

8th place: All my life I was chasing one girl, but everything was unsuccessful. Once I was walking down the street, there was snow everywhere, and I saw a stray cat meowing from the cold. And I wasn’t the only one who approached her, there was another sweet girl who also felt sorry for her. More than 10 years have passed, we live together, and also with us)

7th place: It’s funny, but it turns out that trainers (as well as fans of paintball and similar games) outperform trained warriors who have passed through hot spots almost dry - they simply don’t have the instinct of self-preservation; no experienced person can run out into the crowd and unload a machine gun into it . He would rather hide in a ditch and shoot in the direction of the enemy, occasionally peeking out to adjust the fire and emptying the magazine over and over again, because he has already been firmly forbidden to get in front of bullets.

6th place: On the way home, my dog ​​was distracted by something to the side, but his step did not slow down. I look at him and wonder if he will notice the parked car. Bang, the dog hits her and the alarm goes off. Before I have time to smile at his inattention, I loudly crash into a pole. While I’m sitting on my butt, holding on to my iron friend, and counting stars before my eyes, the owner of the car chuckles loudly on the first floor balcony. Then he asked him to pick up the last cigarette from the ground, otherwise it had already fallen out.

5th place: My friends and I took metal detectors and looked for treasure in the village. We didn’t find anything interesting and returned to our site, where the owner allowed us to dig on the condition that we cleaned everything up. There are only signals of nails throughout the entire area. I didn’t want to give up, so I decided to take a drop at random. I chose a random place, dug for a long time, there was nothing but nails, and, already in despair, I came across something solid. I pulled it out and it turned out that it was a broken, ugly box. They opened it. There was nothing there except a piece of paper with the inscription “Whoever finds it is a fool.” The owner said that the site appeared under Peter I. Thus, in the near future historical museum a new exhibit has appeared)

4th place: My husband and my eldest daughter flew off to rest, and I and my younger daughters moved in with my parents for a while. In the evening, my daughter shows me on Skype how they are having dinner together in a cafe. Suddenly my dad sharpens and says: “Granddaughter, take the tablet to that aunt who laughs loudly.”
Malaya hands her aunt a tablet, and here is the following dialogue:
- Luda, are you on sick leave?
- Sergei Petrovich?! How did you find me?
My dad is the dean of the faculty, and this woman took sick leave for a week and went off on vacation with her husband. For 2000 km...

3rd place: I came to the bank to close all cards and accounts. The girl in the window first talked about them Special offers, then started questioning why I was refusing, because they were so wonderful and so on. To which I leaned closer to her and said in a conspiratorial tone that God ordered me to do so. For some reason more offers I didn’t receive anything from her, and the process of closing cards and accounts went faster.

2nd place: An acquaintance once gave his 10-year-old daughter a raccoon for the day. There is such a service, they bring you a raccoon, it destroys your entire home, rinses cellular telephone, chews a hole in his sneakers and dismantles his laptop. Along the way, it scratches everyone. In general, the raccoon thinks that this is his holiday, and he was brought to play with new people. The kids like it. Children generally like it when someone is crazier than them. In the evening, the contented raccoon is taken away, you exhale and understand what real happiness is.

1 place:, which does not exist. Today. My wife got sick with the flu. But now this disease is outside our reach. No doctor can make such a diagnosis. Now we must first of all carry out a biological analysis for viruses, hell knows where and how, in order to write wheezing in the epicrisis. But the minister reports on the success of vaccination. See how the incidence rate has dropped! It’s not for nothing that they spent billions on vaccines... And in our case, 2 weeks of a serious condition of “non-flu” led to complications in the lungs - pneumonia. It turned out that pneumonia is also out now. The squelching and hissing in the lungs, audible even to the naked ear, cannot be heard point-blank by emergency doctors. All is clear. The main thing is not to write out a referral to the hospital for hospitalization, otherwise the question will come up - what kind of ARVI led to complications on the lungs. Nice, the fight is on for their performance, and the patients go to drink tea with lemon if they survive. We were saved by an elderly general practitioner who prescribed the necessary courses of antibiotics for pneumonia, which is not available, and antiviral drugs for influenza, which our Ministry of Health also does not have. We're lucky.
Yesterday.
I remembered from my childhood.
In the entire region we had only one medical center, staffed by an elderly general practitioner and his wife, a paramedic, an obstetrician, a speech therapist, a pediatrician and much more. There was also a “hospital” in the form of two beds, on whose periodic residents the doctor carried out his medical manipulations. So I, as a child, lay there, recovering from an operation to remove my tonsils. There was such a fad then. Here I am lying, and grandpa comes to the doctor, who is bandaging a lumberjack wounded by a saw. Give him, he tells the doctor, some kind of heart pill, he’s tormented by tachycardia. Tachycardia, says the doctor, yes, you are our specialist, but why are you so pale, gloomy, have you been drinking or what? No, says grandfather, I’m not getting enough sleep. For some reason I’m tired, I’m probably having a heart attack.
Yes, the doctor says, a heart attack is a serious matter, let’s measure the pressure. He tried it on, grunted, but what kind of poop do you have, he asks? What are you doing, the grandfather replies, can I see them in the hole toilet? Don’t be ridiculous, Mikhalych (that’s what he called the doctor. In fact, Moiseevich, but who would remember such a middle name in the Siberian wilderness).
The doctor kicked me out of bed, put my grandfather down, felt his stomach and said: you, grandfather, now go home, wash, pack your suitcase and tomorrow morning you will go to the district, to the hospital, lie there, get treatment. I'll give you the directions in the evening. Grandfather left. And the doctor, having finished the dressing, began to call the regional hospital in the district - the patient says I have severe cancer of the small intestine and some tricky words. His heart is such a cancer - I was already sweating from fear. Yes, says Moiseevich. Hemoglobin is low in the skin, it hurts certain place, which means there is blood loss, fatigue, blood pressure, and it’s not the first time I’ve had this. I can already smell what someone is sick with. Why are you whining? Yes, this is my own grandfather, I say. Oh, here it is, well, don’t be afraid ahead of time. Maybe it will get better. The doctor was right, the diagnosis was

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1995 One Good boy and one Bad boy went to first grade. It was so destined by fate that they both began to study in the same class. They studied together for 10 years. All these 10 years, the Good Boy studied diligently and tried not to get involved with bad companies. Every year in the summer he helped his parents at their dacha. Due to the fact that he studied very hard, read too many books and due to genetic predisposition, he began to have problems with his vision. The good boy was very good, but he didn’t have the money for laser surgery, however, his parents didn’t have the money for it either, so they bought the boy huge glasses with huge lenses. In the 8th grade, his parents divorced and the Good Boy began to live with his mother. A couple of years later, the good boy’s mother became disabled. And the good boy had to go to work instead of school, instead of going to university. The Good Boy did not work for long - he was drafted into the army. Since then he has not received higher education and still lives with his mother because he cannot leave her. He doesn’t have a girlfriend, and he’s already over 30 years old. With a hysterical mother, terrible appearance and huge glasses, the boy faces a sad future.

Yesterday I was visiting a friend. And she, over a glass of wine, told how she recently broke up with a man she had been dating for about six months. While there was a candy-bouquet period, everything went very well for them, romance and all that. But when the relationship moved to a more serious stage, the man suggested moving in together (that is, he would move in with Natasha in her apartment, since he lives on rent). And he immediately laid down the conditions under which they would live, which made the hair on the friend’s head stand up.

My husband and I had three beautiful children in fifteen years of marriage and we didn’t plan any more. Even without that, we don’t always live well: loans, small salaries and children constantly need new clothes, school supplies, goodies. Especially my eldest son, he’s thirteen, doesn’t take care of things at all, his sneakers get torn all the time. The youngest one needs new ballet shoes and a leotard every season for dancing, because she is growing by leaps and bounds, and the middle one is already in full swing chasing the latest gadgets and throwing tantrums. Home repairs have been needed for a long time, things are worn out, furniture is falling into disrepair. Not everything, thank God, as they say.

Many years have passed since that incident, but I still cannot forget the betrayal of my sister. It’s strange, but it seems that close people should respect each other, respect their personal lives and partners. But people who have never experienced the pain of betrayal in their lives do not understand this.

I have loved twice in my life. I don't mean that fleeting feeling that comes instantly, and after a few days disappears forever. I'm talking about true love, all-consuming and strong.

I am 61 years old. I have 39 years of experience behind me. She was married twice. There are two children who already have children of their own. I lived interesting life. She worked in the Far North and as a technician on the Black Sea coast. Fate threw it in such a way that it would be enough for several thick novels.