I read my granddaughter a fairy tale about a fisherman and a fish.

The child asked:

Why didn't he ask the fish for another granny?
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The granddaughter delighted me with a poem:

Mom is sleeping, she's tired - I got her.. I won't be sad, I'll go get dad!
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Night shift in intensive care. Israel. An elderly gentleman is admitted. There are two nurses on shift, both former classical musicians (this happens often, a retraining program). While they are working on the patient, they argue about who was the fifth member of the Mighty Handful. They remembered Cui, Mussorgsky, Borodin, Rimsky-Korsakov... The patient, meanwhile, begins to show signs of respiratory distress, a regular oxygen mask is clearly not enough, he is very restless. They decide to call an anesthesiologist to decide on intubation.

The anesthesiologist comes, they take off the mask, and then the patient says angrily: “Balakiriev, do you understand? Balakiriev!” After which he calms down, and the oxygen levels are restored.

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I went to a cosmetologist for some new type of peeling. The product is applied in 3 layers in the salon, and you wash it off at home only after an hour. So I’m driving with this sticky substance on my face, chatting with my mom on the phone. I turn in the direction of the arrow. And then, oops – a traffic police car. I try to tear the phone off my face, but it’s stuck fast. So I drive past the stunned traffic cops with the phone in a bright red case on my cheek, holding the steering wheel with both hands. Mom advises me to carry a certificate from a psychiatrist with me just in case).