My wife asked me to download the movie "Stranger. CZECH."
Since the film is new, there was no good mirror, found 9 gigs. The quality turned out to be pretty good, pumped to the drive, and the family settled in to watch the colorful film. Frankly, I watch TV rarely, mostly news on TV "Rain", the last favorite film - the memories of Lily Lungina.
Feature films, I generally hardly watch. I, as an architect of systems, the brain does not work normally, I see a message, the work of a director, an operator, computer programs, etc., all but the film.
I introduce the same mindset into the consciousness of my youngest daughter for 8 years (older children grew up) and I did not notice that the picture had sunk in the heart of the child in the form of fear. Moreover, 15 years ago I got into an accident, cut out the spleen and in the middle of my stomach formed a hernia in the form of a healthy cone.
Moreover, all my life I am engaged in the inner style of the shu and worked out the principle: before every effort mechanically make the rotation of the abdomen, and then get up, sit down, etc., the hernia while moving along the stomach.
When I walk in need, I usually say that someone else is asking to go outside. My wife remembered my usual saying and burst into hysterical laughter. Then zelenokoy on the belly to the bump drew the stranger (the girl went to art school), then my daughter decided that he really lives in my stomach.
All attempts to convince the contrary did not lead to success. I, the old stump, love, it is not at all arbitrary to emit a poisonous sting of heavy irony.
Forgive me the fool of the old for the comments in the posts, if anyone I hurt or hurt in the future. It was not me, I was led by someone else and led by someone else from the information field of the earth.
In this case, it was something personified in someone else's, and I told my daughter: "Immediately read a fairy tale! Otherwise, someone else will get out and bite you! It should be put to sleep. "
And now, for the second week, I'm lying on the couch, instead of reading a fairy tale for the night to a child, I listen to the fairy tales myself.
Varya occasionally glances at the hernia on my stomach and does not look up from the book. I do not know, whether to me to the fool to old to laugh, whether to cry !?
photo from Google