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No matter how much knowledge you have, there is always something interesting in the world that you could learn about today.

6. The most a big wave, which we rode on, was height with 10-story building.

7. Hearing - the fastest of feelings person.

8. Since the rotation of the Earth’s axis has slowed down, dayduring the time when dinosaurs lived,lasted approximately 23 hours.

9. On Earth more plastic flamingos than real ones.

10. To cook eggs on the sidewalk, its temperature should reach 70 degrees Celsius.

11. 54 million people alive today they will die in a year.

12. Charlie Chaplin once participated in a Charlie Chaplin look-alike competition and took 3rd place there.

13. Most entries off-screen laughter V comedy shows was recorded in the 1950s. So many of that audience are no longer alive.

14. Antarctica – the only continent where corn is not grown.

15. Lighters were invented before matches..

16. Napoleon was not short. His height is 170 cm, which was considered average height for the French in those days.

17. Best time For nap between 1 and 2:30 p.m., since at this time the body temperature drops.

18. Children do not feel salty taste until 4 months.

19. Male pandas perform handstand, when they urinate to mark a tree.

20. If only The earth would be the size of a grain of sand, The sun would be the size of an orange.

21. The Dead Sea is not completely dead. Microbes halophiles live in its salty water.

22. The first horses were the size of Siamese cats. These were the smallest horses that ever lived.

23. Only about 100 people in the world can speak Latin fluently.

Good day. I found an interesting literary arthouse on one of the literary sites. I bring it to your attention.

Story one.
Door.
There was a knock on the door. No. They didn’t just knock, they tried to knock her out. Persistently and persistently. And there was something terrible and unbearable in this knock. Monotone. Strike, pause, strike, pause, strike...
The door pressed into its wooden shell in horror from the crushing power falling on it. The hinges moaned pitifully, but still held on. The “peephole” closed his eyes because he was afraid to see someone on the landing who was trying to break in. Strike, pause, strike, pause, strike...
The door tried with all its might to keep the uninvited guest on the other side of the apartment. Strike, pause, strike, pause, strike...
Each blow brought unbearable pain, but the door was secured by clenching its lock and squeezing the door handles. Strike, pause, strike, pause, strike, pause...
The blows intensified and it really scared the door. She had already painted “rainbow” pictures in her imagination: door hinges torn off and flying into different sides, a crumpled door frame, a torn lock thrown onto the staircase, splinters, tattered paneling, bolts, nuts, a metal chain hanging helplessly on one curved screw, a crushed “peephole” in a puddle of its own glass fragments. And she is a knocked out, swept away, overthrown from her place, once “living”, and now, lying on the concrete floor, “dead, lifeless” door.
She crackled terribly: the picture she saw was so terrible and so real.
Strike, pause, strike, pause...BANG! He brought her back to reality, and she realized that just a little more, and she
(- Help! – The door “screamed”. – Save! They’re killing! They’re killing!!!)
Strike, pause, strike, pause, strike...
(- They kill!!!)
- Who?!
- Urgent telegram.
The lock turned, the chain clanged, and the door swung open.
(- Alive? Alive!) - she “thought” with relief.
- An urgent telegram for you.
- I hear, I’m not deaf! Where to sign?!
(- Alive!!!) - she savored this word, in a minute the telegram will be taken away, and she will safely return to her cozy doorframe...
(- Alive!!!)

The second story. WINDOW.

He was getting closer. Swiftly. At first, it was a small black dot that inspired absolutely no fear. The window saw such things every day. This is what it thought at first, and therefore did not attach any importance to it. In vain. The black dot began to gradually increase in size. Centimeter after centimeter, until it acquired alarming proportions. It was at this moment that the window realized that this point was approaching it. TO HIM! And it won't go anywhere. Horror gripped the window frames, the glass vibrated slightly, and cold streams of air rushed into the poorly sealed cracks. And he was approaching: terrible in his size, terrible in his insane speed, terrible in his desire to kill. Terrible torn seams lined it lengthwise and crosswise, and the matte skin was already peeling and sagging in places. He was getting closer. Swiftly. Very fast. The window felt the paper with which it had been so carefully pasted peeling off at the top, in the left corner. He was getting closer. The bolts cut even deeper into the window sill, and the hinged hinges were pressed into the wooden frame in a panic. The window was doomed. Somewhere, in the depths of the window panes, a scream was ready to be born. And he was getting closer. Flying several meters above the ground, he
rushed to the window. He already felt the fear that gripped the window, and this turned him on even more. He was getting closer. Swiftly, inexorably. They were separated by only a meter. A split second... The window froze...

(- Ding!)

A sharp pain pierced wooden frames, the glass was torn into small pieces, scattering them in different directions. The middle window lintel groaned and cracked loudly, breaking in half. The adhesive paper at the top finally tore off, falling pathetically onto the parquet floor. The left window sash was mercilessly ripped off its hinges and thrown onto the radiator. The window flew open, hitting the wall painfully and stripping white paint. The mesh stretched over the window broke through and hung with uneven, torn edges. All this happened in just one moment. The window only managed to scream:

And then he was brutally killed by a leathern man who flew into him. soccer ball.

The ball rolled into the room, leaving the dying window bleeding splinters and small fragments.

The slippers shuffled:
- What?! Those crappy boys again!!!

In the moment before its death, the window managed to wish only one thing:

(- Let me be a ball in my next life, and let that ball be a window...)

The window creaked for a long time and fell onto the windowsill...

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Story three. Cup.

And who hasn’t drunk from it?
Both old and young, children and adults. Whose lips didn't touch his. Thin and graceful lips beautiful woman... rude and angular - men are hard workers. The small and plump lips of a five-year-old child... the flabby and wrinkled lips of an old man - a pensioner. Vulgar, smeared with a thick layer of bright red lipstick, the lips of a girl of the most ancient profession... the lips of a young teacher who utters only pleasant words. The broken, and many times healing, lips of a local criminal “brother”... ordinary and unremarkable lips of an ordinary, and unremarkable person. How many were there? You can’t remember them all. They all kissed his faceted forehead.

And what hands didn’t take him?
Gnarled, knotty, dry, graceful, childish, small, large, huge. With painted long nails, with bitten nails, with yellow nails from tobacco, with newfangled extensions, with a neat manicure, or hastily sharpened with a nail file. How many were there? You can’t remember them all. They all lifted his faceted sides.

Why and for what reason was he not raised?
And for health, and for happiness, and for luck, and for “let all our enemies die”, and for love, and for “playing a minuscule amount”, and for coming, and “on the road”, and just like that, for meeting! You won’t remember everything.

Why didn’t they drink from it?
And liqueur, and brandy, and Apple juice, and tart wine. Good vodka and so-so cognac. "Cola" and "Mirgorodskaya". " Bloody Mary"and expensive champagne. You can’t remember everything. He felt all these drinks with his faceted insides.

He was always faithful to all of them. He was a reliable friend, he was, as they say, at hand. Both in joy and in sorrow. In moments of despair and in moments of glory, in moments of insight, and just like that, on weekdays. He was an ideal listener. Yes, he could listen for days on end.

He lived a glorious life. Long. Passing from hand to hand, from generation to generation, like some kind of relic. He lived with dignity and died with dignity. Or rather, he died. Glasses don't die. He died with dignity...

It did not crack because boiling water was poured into it by mistake after an ice-cold drink. He wasn't thrown out the fifth floor window - oh, that's a terrible death. And what’s even worse (this fate passed it by) they didn’t use it for other purposes: pour water and put some tasteless bouquet in it. It's worse than death. During your lifetime, become a vase, not a glass! It was also not put away in a dark corner of the kitchen cabinet behind a pile of unnecessary dishes, having found a more modern and fashionable replacement. No. God forbid. He was appreciated. They said that he was as dear as a memory...

He died with dignity. He was accidentally caught by a hand while he was standing on FEAST table. He shattered into millions of fragments with a ringing sound, having managed to sing his farewell song...

(- GOODBYE!)

And resting on a Persian carpet.

Oh, what a pity, dear. I know this has been your favorite glass since childhood.
- Yes, it’s a damn pity... He was our family heirloom, something like a talisman...

That's what I mean. Here, here she is, a worthy death for any glass.

A worthy death...
This was his last thought. After that, the last glass fragment peacefully turned over with its pointed edge down so that no one would cut themselves on it, and fell silent...

Don't worry, dear, it's for luck!..

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I don’t expect everyone to understand, but some, I hope, will share my interest in this author. Philosophy lovers for sure. If anyone is interested, there are two more stories, “The Wall” and “The Plate,” I can post.

One day he met a scientist and asked him these questions:

1. Is there a God? If there is, show me it or its outline!
2. What is fate?
3. Why, if the Devil was created from fire, he will be placed in hell, where everything is on fire, he will not be hurt. Surely God didn't think this through?

Suddenly, the scientist gives him a strong slap in the face.

The young man asks in confusion:
- Why are you angry with me?

The scientist answers:
- I wasn’t angry, these were answers to your questions!
- Like this?
- How did you feel after I hit you?
- Of course I felt pain!
- So you believe that pain exists?
- Yes!
- Then show me her or her outlines.
- I can't!
- This is the answer to your first question... Tell me now, yesterday you saw in a dream that I would slap you in the face?
- No
“Did you ever think that you might get a slap from me today?”
- No.
- This is fate... What is my hand covered with that slapped you in the face?
- Skin!
- A your face?
- Skin!
- So did it hurt you?
- Yes very!
- This is the answer to your third question.

SHORT UNUSUAL AND INTERESTING FACTS.

1. When you fly on an airplane, your hair grows 2 times faster.

2. Human DNA is 30% identical to lettuce DNA.

3. It is impossible to sneeze with your eyes open.

4. Global warming will deprive humanity of beer.

5. People with blue eyes are more sensitive to pain than others.

6. Bees can count to four.

7. If you scream at a glass of water for 80 years, you can boil it.

8. A cockroach lives without a head for 9 days, after which it dies of hunger.

9. In Windows, you cannot create a folder called “Con”, which is the word Bill Gates was called as a child.

10. If Coca-Cola were not tinted, it would be green.

11. The film Titanic cost more than the Titanic itself.

12. Salvador Dali drew the logo for Chupa Chups.

13. Lemon contains more sugar than strawberries.

14. Chaplin took third place in the Chaplin look-alike competition.

15. Children grow faster in the spring.

16. A cat sleeps 70% of its life.

17. Most robberies happen on Tuesdays.

18. If a shark swims upside down, it can fall into a coma.

19. A frightened person sees better.

20. OK is the most popular word in the world.

21. A snail can sleep for 3 years.

22. The Alaska flag was created by a 13-year-old boy.

23. Most often, the Guinness Book of Records is stolen in English libraries.

24. One day - February 18, 1979 - it was snowing in the Sahara Desert.

25. In Siena, Italy, you can't be a prostitute if your name is Maria.

26. There are no clocks in Las Vegas casinos.

27. No sheet of paper can be folded in half more than seven times.

28. American Airlines saved $40,000 by removing just one olive from the salads served to first class passengers.

29. Venus is the only planet in the solar system that rotates counterclockwise.

30. On average, 100 people die every year from choking on a ballpoint pen.

31. It is anatomically impossible for a person to lick his own elbow.

32. Every day, US residents eat 18 hectares of pizza.

33. Almost everyone who read this text tried to lick their elbow.

34. The nose grows throughout a person’s life.

35. In Russian and English there is no word for the name of the back of the knee.

36. Tongue imprints are individual for all people.

37. More living organisms live on the body of one person than there are people on Earth.

38. One hair can support a weight of 3 kg.

39. If you add up all the numbers on a casino roulette wheel, you get the magic number 666.

40. For a long time, the Coca-Cola company could not find its name to sell in China.

The fact is that the Chinese pronounce the name of this drink as “Kekukela”, which means “Bite the Wax Tadpole”. The company was forced to go through 40,000 variants of the spelling of its trademark before choosing “Coku Cola”, which means “Happiness in the Mouth”.

42. In the archives of the Smithsonian Institution in Washington, DC, two identical snowflakes were found preserved in a refrigerator.

43. If you have one nostril closed for 72 hours, you will slowly lose the ability to see colors. (Your vision will instantly return to normal when you release the nostril.)

About six years ago, my friend and her older brother played one computer game. Even then, as a girl, I wildly, but quietly, without telling anyone, began to drag myself towards the main character. It combines everything: a beautiful body, a pretty face, strength, coolness, feeling. I've already finished school and university since then, but damn it, I'm STILL dragging myself through it. I often type his name into Google and admire him until I lose my pulse. I've been in love with a game character for six years. Grown girl...

When I was still just a child, I drew with felt-tip pens and decided to put the cap from one of them on my lip (like those modern Chinese things where you squeeze the air out and grab it to make it bigger). How, why and what motivated me in general, I can’t even imagine, I only hope that it was very important to me as a little girl. It is so important that a small tubercle with the diameter of that damn cap remains on your upper lip for the rest of your life)

My neighbor’s grandfather was a heavy drinker and simply drank away his entire pension. And every time he got drunk, he shouted at his family, saying they stole his pension. One day, as it happens, the grandfather leaned back. After the funeral, we, as the youngest, were sent to clean our grandfather’s room, sort through things, and take most of them to the trash heap. We didn't like this idea, but we couldn't put forward any compelling arguments against it. Grandfather's things were scattered around the room in piles, there were a lot of them, and there was an unpleasant smell in the air. Having looked at the volume of work, we opened the window and began to sort through things, dragging them into the middle of the room. Out of habit, as before washing, I decided to rummage through the pockets of the first coat I came across and with great joy I found a wad of money there in small bills. We started rummaging through all the pockets of our clothes and found a shit ton of stash for “great thousands.” It seems that the grandfather hid every pension when he got drunk, and then did not remember where the money went and cursed at his relatives. We didn’t tell anyone about the find. The money was divided. I bought my brother a Japanese moped, a new phone for myself, and I still have a decent amount left.

My aunt has been in prison for seven years. She was followed for a year and caught with 10 kg of drugs. The arrest was filmed, then we bought the video from them for hundreds of thousands, the judges were bribed to shorten the sentence. We have not yet paid for this money. And so she sits there, doesn’t worry about anything, gets fat, and we can’t go somewhere, because there’s no extra money - my salary is 20K rubles a month. And in winter, my aunt wants strawberries, expensive cosmetics and a lot of money. It's annoying!

Previously, we met through newspaper advertisements. My mother was very worried that at the age of 17 I was without a boyfriend, and decided to arrange my fate. She called the phone number from the advertisement, arranged a meeting on my behalf and began to persuade me, threaten me, promise anything to make me go there. Under pressure, I agreed. At the appointed time, I pull up to the stop, and there is a ugly little man standing there with a bouquet... and my mother is hiding behind a bush. I drove past. I came home from a “date” in the morning, out of spite for my mother.

The general helplessness infuriates me! I was 12 when my grandmother died, and since then I've been on my own. I achieve everything myself, learn from my mistakes, and am not afraid to make decisions and take responsibility. But it feels like I’m surrounded by complete idiots: a friend has been sick for 26 years, doesn’t know what to drink, is afraid to go to the clinic, can’t call a doctor - he doesn’t know the number; A 46-year-old mother asks me to buy her a metro ticket because she doesn’t know how to do it (five years in Moscow). And there are a million such situations! They annoy you, but I help.

I somehow made myself some red shellac. A friend hinted to me that they only paint with red varnish fallen women. Moreover, she is married and has an official lover. I'm married and I don't walk away from my husband. But damn, she doesn’t paint her nails red.

A friend asked for help organizing a year-long relationship with his girlfriend. While they were in a restaurant and driving around the city, I bought rose petals, came to their apartment, cleaned it up, decorated the table, decorated the apartment with petals, putting out their names, and put on romantic music. It’s corny, but it turned out very beautifully, I enjoyed it myself. Everything went great, she was delighted, my friend was incredibly grateful, but I myself was sad: after all, in my entire life I had no opportunity to surprise myself - there was simply no one.
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A month before the wedding we met cousin groom I fell in love and cried because I couldn’t be with him: I was three years younger, my family wouldn’t have allowed it. I got married, a guy wrote to us from the army, and, of course, I answered. She gave birth to two daughters, but it didn’t work out. After the divorce, my husband’s brother communicated well with us and supported us. He got married and became friends with their families. And then we became lovers. For five years I was a family friend and mistress, but I still found the strength to break and not destroy the family. Three years have passed, I still love it.

I had a big fight with my loved one. There are fireworks all around, funny people, and I, sad, go to the store, take it and sit on a bench. I just wanted to wait it out and calm down, I hate crying in public, but everything inside was so torn that I just covered my face with my hands and burst into tears. At that moment, she was walking by, came up to me and said that such a sweet girl like me shouldn’t be sad and cry, but rather eat something sweet, and she took a soufflé out of the bag and gave it to me. My smile was brighter than the fireworks around me.

When my daughter, at the age of nine, decided that she was not her own daughter, but an adopted one (this thought crept into her mind), dad was forced to show her his half-butt with a large mole. She has the same one. At the same place. I believed it.

My husband's grandmother broke her hip, surgery is contraindicated. They appointed me to court without my desire or consent, arguing that I was studying, then I was on maternity leave, and the rest had careers, and we would get the apartment. They vowed to help physically and financially. The assistance lasted six months. And then rare visits for the holidays. Granny left us ten years later. Right at the funeral, after drinking, the mother-in-law dreamed of selling her grandmother’s apartment and buying her son and daughter each a one-room apartment. My husband went nuts and had a fight with his mom. But I turned out to be the main enemy, because four years ago my grandmother transferred the apartment to me. Now my husband is yelling that I am a greedy creature who robbed his family.

I'm dating a guy. Romance, flowers, walks under the moon, everything is like in a fairy tale. He is educated, well-read, an athlete, completing his master's degree at Moscow State University, and at the same time working in his specialty. Recently hinted at life together, and then the wedding. I'm ready to pay for everything myself. But I do not want. Too young for him. I'm only 20, I haven't worked up. I live in a dorm, today I want one thing, tomorrow something else, constantly parties, parties, spontaneity. I'm afraid that if I refuse and we break up, I'll regret it later.

In 2016, I took part in the Green Card lottery. From that moment on, life was planned exclusively with a positive outcome. In May 2017, I found out that I won! Then the most unpleasant thing began - the waiting. Sometimes it seemed that I would never be called for an interview. On my birthday they sent an invitation to the embassy, ​​two months of waiting and then I found out - I was confirmed! My dream has come true and I'm happy!

I love hugging big packs of white toilet paper and paper towels. The moment I hug these snow-white, soft, fluffy rolls, peace and harmony comes. Someday I want to buy lots and lots of toilet paper and roll around in it like in a pool...

I live alone on rented apartment. If it becomes very scary at night, as if a night guest has come, I go into the bathroom with cigarettes, turn my back to the mirror above the sink, light two cigarettes and throw one back over my left shoulder. Until I finish smoking mine, I don’t turn around, I don’t turn on the light in the bathroom. It helps for a month or two, I sleep like a baby, calm and comfortable at night.

Recently I went to the store with a friend. While we were choosing what to buy, the security guard got to us and started complaining that we had stolen something. They spent a long time sorting it out, eventually calling the police and starting to sort it out. As it turned out, he confused us with two other guys who, during this showdown, took away goods worth 4,000 rubles. The security guard was fired)

The older sister gave birth to a child. I came to the maternity hospital to visit her and the baby, the doctor thought I was a grandmother! I made a remark that I was actually a nurse, the doctor apologized, saying that now everyone is so well-groomed that at 50 they look 40. So she thought that about me... I’m 20, I’m crying.

I came up with a game to cheer myself up. If I meet your gaze stranger, then I don’t look away and smile until they smile back at me. Usually everything happens quickly, but one day I was caught by a massive man staring at me with an absolute poker face. I almost gave it back, because I read somewhere that if a person does not respond to a smile, then he has mental problems. In the end, she destroyed the man’s unapproachable image, he even laughed))

When I was a child, they also sold surprise poppers. My parents, in order to surprise us, carefully opened this cracker, put paper money inside and carefully taped the parchment paper in place. We children, when we found a shot prize in the form of money, were very surprised that the prize was much more valuable than the cost of the firecracker. And they believed!

My boyfriend is not a big fan of showers or anything related to hygiene, but he is a fan of sex. And after much persuasion and hysterics, I decided to say that I am incredibly excited by wet and clean male body to the point of goosebumps. And it worked. He can wash twice a day, sometimes we wash together, and everything is accompanied by crazy sex.

My boss invited me to her birthday party. I was still young and a little stupid. I go up to her, hand her a gift, and say: “You look much younger than your age.” - Thank you, how much do I look like? - asks the boss. “For 30 and no more,” I answer with a smile. And then the smile changes to bewilderment, and she says: “Actually, I’m turning 29 today.” This story is about how I got life lesson that you have to answer such questions - 18 years old.

I gave birth when I was 22. I was still young, green, I didn’t want to, I don’t know how to raise children, I don’t have money, but it happened so, contraceptives failed. I was getting ready to have an abortion, but my parents dissuaded me and didn’t want to listen, that I didn’t want to be a mother now! When they realized that I wasn’t listening to them, they simply locked me up. Ok, I gave birth, and when my daughter was one year old, she just left and left her with her parents. Now I’m a schmuck and a freak, since I left my daughter with my parents, cuckoo. I don’t consider myself guilty, I didn’t want this child!

I leave the house and see a boy crying, he was about 6-7 years old. I ask him: “Why are you crying? Where is your mother?" And he answered me: “What kind of mother? She left me!” Then I was in complete shock.

Recently I was on a well-known Chinese website, looking for tea. I usually look at reviews before ordering anything, and then they left a review about tea - “I received the tea quickly, everything is fine, they are brewing now, I’ll try it and write back” - and that’s all, the review was left more than a month ago. The most worrying thing is: are the guys even alive after this tea?..

In the village we had big company. I was the only girl. We were from 8 to 12 years old. And finally two more girls appeared: a little older than me, and I really enjoyed walking with them. The moment came - they started smoking. At the end of the street there were tall slabs. They hid below to get some smoke, and I was upstairs on the lookout. The guys came and asked: “Where are B and K?” It was impossible to say that they smoked. It's a secret. Well, I said they poop in the bushes. I no longer had friends. And the boys laughed at them.

When ironing, I add a few drops of essential oil, such as jasmine, lavender or orange, to the ironing water. Ironed clothes smell great afterwards, and the scent lasts a long time! An incredibly pleasant combination of oils: lemon + pine.

I remember how, as a child, my neighbor took me to visit her mother-in-law. While they were chatting, I really liked the beads in the nightstand, and an ingenious plan matured. I put them around my neck under my sweater and, happy that no one noticed, stomped home with my neighbor. Who knew that when leaving the trolleybus I would trip and fall on the curb. Beads fly out from under my sweater, my neighbor laughs until she bursts into tears, I am burgundy. I was so ashamed that I never stole anything else in my life!

I was 2-4 years old. My parents raised rabbits. I was present when they were killed, skinned, blood drained and entrails pulled out. My sister and I always took tails and eyes from freshly killed animals. The eyes took hold and frightened my mother. My grandmother sewed ponytails on the back of our pants. After that, we jumped joyfully and imagined ourselves as rabbits. I don’t understand what my parents were thinking and wondering why I was a cruel child until I was five years old.