Layk bosvoring!

We graduated from school with an A, although we did not have a red certificate. One of the teachers is your brother, another is your aunt, the third is your friend's father, and you are a very stranger and you are your aunt's husband, so who can get five?

Salai Mallim, who teaches history, will also be our uncle. To be honest, this uncle won't be much amused. If everyone plows and sows crops in the spring, this person will not even be able to dig up the hills with a scythe. I'm looking for gold-pillo, a piece of glass, a sword hilt, stones that aren't even good enough to dig up a pile, and allambalo. Her house, which she saw on the tip of her hand before the wedding, is also the ghost of medieval ruins in historical paintings.  Our uncle takes his students home after school and talks for hours about each "discovery of the universe" (how many times I have participated in these lectures). In our miserable village among the mountains, primitive people lived, even Alexander the Great, as they say, ascended the Nurota with the inner parts of the Belaya. If you believe it, then the civilization of the world did not begin on the Greek island of Crete, from our village, where the asphalt road did not even reach. He "poisons" the brains of children with such stupid rhetoric.

We are all delighted with Uncle Salai. If you don't do what you say, your nephew won't sit down and look at you. It's as if he found a can of cakes from all history in an excavation and cooked it in one elevator. He won't talk to you for years if necessary. It won't end until you get into trouble and apologize for reconciliation. I am the only one who is "urban" among his nephews. Does not come out of erection yet. At the very least, you need to call once a week. If not...

Is there any punishment for those who invented this Internet? I'm fed up with my soul, brother. At the beginning of autumn last year, my dear uncle received a call. I did not know which house drove onto a dirt road, I found a message about the competition "Best Teacher of Natural Sciences of the Year". "Don't knock on our door? So did I, my nephew. Abdurasul, a computer scientist, posted it on the Internet. Who gets the most likes, that's all. You're going to take me. My other nephews don't understand." It is better to hang himself than to turn over what he says. Well, I said.

Now there is no peace either during the day or in the evening. I don't have any acquaintances left who would not ask me to click on the like, I posted it everywhere. I don't know if the connection has completely moved to the top of the hill from where it originates, my uncle calls every hour and says: "Nephew, we have a job that has fallen, I am lagging behind everyone else..."

In the end, I completely packed my things and work and study. I pulled out a poster with a photo of my uncle and the inscription "For God's sake, please!", with a photo of my uncle and the inscription "For God's sake, please!", I went to the beggars at the Chorsu market (I also did not forget to drop the link to the site on the poster). It's late, I'm "begging" in the subway, buses. Things were moving forward. Sadly...

It seems that other teachers have more "poor" nephews like me, so my uncle was not so lucky. Again earth, again cake. Now you will have to make a truce, otherwise you will not be able to enter the village even in a coffin. The following year, I returned to my nephew career, vowing that everything would be fine.

Tears welled up in my eyes when I heard that this contest had recently ended. Out of joy, I called my friends and threw them a party. But even this joy did not last long. Yesterday my phone rang without a rooster crowing. Uncle: "Nephew Alyo, I am studying at Master 2020. Do you understand the phone?.. I wish patience to happy babies who do not know that their uncle in the womb is a teacher!

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