get some experience under a belt Some jobs require having some experience under a candidate’s belt. But conventional wisdom is that you cannot get any experience without practice. If you’ve always wanted to go into alcohol selling how should you learn the ropes? What do you have to do to make alcohol selling your second nature? Do you have to keep your chin up and go into bootlegger business to get some experience under your belt? “What the matter, buddy?” “Dude, I’m gonna go to Baccardi but they want me to be a mature alco-trader. It seems, dude, you, bootleggers, are a sure thing” “Way to go! But don’t take it in the wrong way, unfortunately we are on the same page with them. It’s a serious business and we need experienced bootleggers too. You could become a moonshiner as a last resort” “Nope. I am not crazy about manufacturing I am nuts about selling.”

using some phrases It was two years ago. Igor worked at the local cemetery digging graves. That day he got a tall order: the whole family, six people, had died from carbon monoxide poison. He had to pull an all-nighter to have dug six graves by next morning. It got darkened. There was a couple at the cemetery. The girl had purple hairs and pierced nose and both of her lips. The appearance was all the rage among young ladies those days. The guy wore the leather jacket. When Igor saw them they were making out. Then the guy started undressing his girlfriend. Perhaps he was a bit out of practice and couldn’t handle with her bra. Igor stared from the grave. He was eager. Time went on but boobs weren’t appearing. Eventually Igor couldn’t bear it and getting out from the pit shouted “Get out the way! Let me pitch in!”. What a wise guy! As a result everything he saw that night was no female breast but the crying girl and the shitted himself guy. It took another couple hours to calm them down, so the rest of the night he had to burn the midnight oil to finish his work on time.

using some phrases It was two years ago. Igor worked at the local cemetery digging graves. That day he got a tall order: the whole family, six people, had died from carbon monoxide poison. He had to pull an all-nighter to have dug six graves by next morning. It got darkened. There was a couple at the cemetery. The girl had purple hairs and pierced nose and both of her lips. The appearance was all the rage among young ladies those days. The guy wore the leather jacket. When Igor saw them they were making out. Then the guy started undressing his girlfriend. Perhaps he was a bit out of practice and couldn’t handle with her bra. Igor stared from the grave. He was eager. Time went on but boobs weren’t appearing. Eventually Igor couldn’t bear it and getting out from the pit shouted “Get out the way! Let me pitch in!”. What a wise guy! As a result everything he saw that night was no female breast but the crying girl and the shitted himself guy. It took another couple hours to calm them down, so the rest of the night he had to burn the midnight oil to finish his work on time.

using "crunch time, take a break, pitch in, like crazy, things are looking up" I am trying t use the phrases crunch time, take a break, pitch in, like crazy, things are looking up It was a crunch time at work today; everyone was doing like crazy. Only when my colleague offered to pitch in I took a break and had a lunch. Now things are looking up and we’ve relaxed a bit and drunk some tea.

Mankind I think the mankind stands on the verge of formation its own essence. Whether we will be a cancer tumor on our planet body and eventually kill it and ourselves or we'll make us a beneficial part of the Earth, complimenting and improving our environment as it has happened to a mitochondria during evolution process, which, being a bacteria, has embodied in the cell and due to that their common existence has led to a huge leap in life development.

Grandfather. Part 3 You can read beginning of the story here part 1 https://www.italki.com/notebooks/886911 part 2 https://www.italki.com/entry/887025 When my grandfather got into the room, the officer closed the door and started shouting at him. He called my grandfather a piece of shit and blamed him in espionage for German. Afterwards, the commissar declared my grandfather to be an enemy of the people and he must be eliminated. The commissar said he’d do it right now and right there. He pulled out a gun pointing it at my granddad. My granddad was frightened to the death. He turned pale, loose control and pissed in his pants. The officer put the gun down and asked if my grandfather understood his words. My granny did. Then the commissar let him out. He came out with tears in his eyes and with the wet pants. That’s the story. I had always known my grandpa as a strong man and he was really a hell of a man. But that time was not brave of him. I don’t in any way blame him for that. What would I’ve done in his place? I might take a crap. I don’t know why he told it to us. Perhaps, it was the only thing he wanted us, his grandchildren, to know about the war. A war is a shit. Grandpa, I love you. RIP

Grandfather. Part 2 You can read beginning of the story here https://www.italki.com/notebooks/886911 It was just another day in the beginning of the war. My granddad with a bunch of the other soldiers had a meal gathering around the field canteens. As usual, they ate shitty-tasted porridge. My grandfather quite loudly said how gruesome the taste was. It happened the political commissar* heard that, and that night he called my grandfather in. * Political commissar. In the military, a political commissar or political officer (or politruk, from Russian: политический руководитель, "political leader"), is a supervisory officer responsible for the political education (ideology) and organization of the unit they are assigned to, and intended to ensure civilian control of the military. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Political_commissar To be finished

Grandfather My grandfather died in 2005 at the age of 91. He was a veteran of the WWII. He was recruited in 1941 and served as a private in the NKVD. He had awards. During the war he was wounded and later released from the army. I don’t know what he did but I know exactly that he didn’t want to die. He was afraid of the death until his last exhale. He almost never told us about the war. He didn’t like to recall it. Only once I heard a story from him. Here is it. to be continued

Adventure 2 part 1 https://www.italki.com/notebook/993291/entry/885774 We got off the bus that had delivered us to the start place, took a group photo and the race began. We were chasing a leader pack during the first part of the route. The only our goal was not to lose them more than 100 meters otherwise we stood a chance of getting lost. We hadn’t even put a compass and a map from the pockets. All our orienteering and navigation were to keep the people in sight. That situation went on up to the third checkpoint. Then guys turned their headlamps off and disappeared in the dark. I don’t be surprised if the only gear in their backpacks were ninja outfits which they put on straight away after the checkpoint. When we got alone on the way to the fourth checkpoint we were peering in the footsteps on the snow. Fortunately, a few people caught up with us and we were able to see their direction. As a result we easily found the fourth checkpoint. to be continued