Movie review. Yesterday I had looked a fresh Hollywood film called "Plan B". Generally speaking the film wasn't impressed me very much. I had hoped to see something like the well-known popular thriller " Wall Street ", but I didn't note anything similar. To my extreme wonder I didn't see in the movie bright exciting personages, intense action, unexpected plot twists. If to speak in a nutshell, the film doesn't have a complicated intrigue. All actions of the picture flow slowly, gradually and I would say predictably. Substantially the film is a detailed chronology of how things had happened right before US mortgage crisis in 2008. We see on the screen two groups of people who are financiers, investors, traders and top managers of large banks. A small one of the two groups realized very well the mortgage crisis was inevitable and tried to earn extra money on it. Another group opposite was absolutely convinced that mortgage crisis will never be at all trying to sell a huge amount of mortgage bonds were not secured by anything. As usual, the losers were ordinary people who trusted their honestly earned money to the bankers. Moral of the story is quite simple and understandable. There is nothing in the world that could be able to have the absolute value all the time. At the present time it is very important for all people not to trust blindly the sweet promises of bankers and have a critical look at current events. Although the film is difficult to understand because there is a lot of specific terms like mortgage bonds or credit default swap I can recommend seeing it. It is worth investing the time in doing it.

Happy New Year ! Happy New Year to everybody ! Good luck and strong health to everybody in coming year ! And, of course, much money ! Do you have to do and be that as it may !

Beware Of Scammers ! I think that there is no secret for everyone when I say fraudulence as a kind of crime is widespread now like never before. It is an obvious thing to explain because amount of money in the world is getting more and more year in year out so a number of scammers is growing fast accordingly. You can meet scammers out of a clear sky everywhere - on the street, in the shop, in internet, in other public places and even in the church. These dishonest and devoid of conscience people may telephone you and outrageously come into your house. They are trying to sell cheap substandard things or devices under various pretexts, using your trust, inattention and sometimes your greediness. In other words they sell you a regular falsification. Scammers fake everything - food, clothing, drugs, electronics and even pets. As a result we pay money, earning hard, for the things that cost nothing. Even worse when scammers falsify alcoholic drinks, using alcohol-based liquid which is very harmful for human health and substantially it is just a poison. About one month ago many people in my country were killed after they had drank cheap whiskey that has been bought on the internet. Those people were not confused by the low price of this product whereas real whiskey in 3 or 4 times is more expensive than fake one. It is actually they don't really understand this situation cannot be true in the modern world. Human stupidity and greed win common sense. Considering all of the above people should not be so lightheaded and gullible not to fall for the bait of scammers. Anytime and anywhere keep in mind the Murphy's law " Anything that can go wrong will go wrong ".

A Birthday That Will Remain In My Mind Forever. Likely, it will not be exaggeration to say that a birthday in the life of everyone is the most desirable and expected event each year. All the year round we are waiting passionately for the day and we are preparing for it in advance. Usually my friends and I meet together for celebrating. Вy force of habit which has been appeared a few years ago we celebrate in a purely male company. It was Friday. In the evening we met teamwise in the bathhouse of me friend Andrey. In about two hours we went to a cafe that was placed next to the bathhouse. In that cafe I had prepared an abundant chummage for my friends. We call the action " to cover a glade" in Russian slang. Closer to midnight, when a cafe started to shut down, we decided to go to a night club to continue a fun party. On Friday after midnight all night clubs have been as a rule jam-packed with frequenters. We arrived at one of the famous night clubs, took a free table and went on this fun party. Alcohol drinks, muted lights and loud music had made us absolutely relaxed and even extremely self-confident. When I was dancing with my girlfriend, suddenly I heard some noise behind me. I had turned around and tried to seen in the flickering light what was happened. To my surprise I realized that one unknown guy attacked my friend Andrey. He brandished his big fists before Andrey's face trying to hit my friend on the head. At that moment I had clearly understood that something wrong had happened. But there was no time to think of it. It was needed urgently to make some actions on purpose to help my friend. That is why I had jumped on that guy and knocked him off down. At the same moment some bodies dropped from above on me. A great turmoil was started in the dance hall. Girls cried loudly, everywhere was heard the sound of breaking glass, inverted tables and chairs. When I got out of this heap of bodies fallen on me, the fight was proceeding everywhere. One girl ran up to me and kicked me on the knee of my left leg. The matter was the guy came to the night club with his girl and friends who had supported him in the fight while my friends and I stood up for Andrey immediately. As a result, it started a fight that is called " wall against wall " in Russian slang. After about fifteen minutes security had appeared in the dance hall and separated us. As it turned out, a cause of the incident was that big guy seemed somehow Andrey

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A Russian Bum in Italy. A few years ago during my vacation I have made a wonderful travel trip to Italy. It was my old dream because from school I have had a strong passion for travel in foreign countries. It is so natural for man to discover new lands, meet new people, learn their culture and history. Of all countries Italy was my favorite one. For two weeks I have attended almost all well-known Italian cities - Rim, Venice, Florence, Sienna, Pisa, Naples and many others. In whatever cities I would not be I did not experience practically to meet that people who were as a rule called derelict. Notwithstanding a lot of places I was passed through only one time I met a dirty and overgrown with tangled hair person whose appearance gave explicitly to understand who he is. It happened in Florence when I was walking at one's ease in ancient part of the city and enjoying astonishing architecture of the surroundings. Accidentally I looked into the little alley and saw there that man laying on a bench in the shade of trees. It seemed to me that he was about 50 years old or older. He was wearing a dirty but not torn clothes and had a face with deep wrinkles, long beard and long uncombed hair on his head. He has been nicely sleeping putting one hand under his head. In about a week I arrived in other remarkable Italian city called Rimini. The first day after a short walking through streets of the city I came to the beach where I spent a rest of the day sunbathing and swimming in the sea. In the evening when I was walking to my hotel I noticed a strange man looked quite unusually for the sunny hot day. He was dressed in black jeans and black denim jacket with sleeves rolled up. He was about 30 years old. Stubbled face, unclean hands, sad indifferent glance. First of all I meant maybe he was a worker of the nearby shops. When I passed by he suddenly asked me in Russian " How are you doing ?". I was not a little surprised. How could he detect that I was Russian ? Was it written on my forehead ? "I am fine. How about you ?" I responded in Russian. "What deals could I have ? I am an alcoholic" he replied, trying sadly to smile. "I am sorry" I said ending this short conversation since I was realized that there will be banal request to give many. I thought then it was so frustrating when you have been flying almost 4000 km from Russia to Italy and met here your compatriot that has been a bum.

Amusing Incident. This amusing incident was happened to me several years ago when I was on a business trip for my company in the big city called Yekaterinburg. All that day I and my driver were riding around the city trying to implement a huge amount of tasks which have been entrusted to us. Everyone who has been in a big city at least once knows for sure how difficult to do something there because of tense traffic. Long waits at traffic lights and constant traffic jams make you annoying and just furious man even if nothing wrong has happened. It was evening when we finished our last performance of the job and started to move home back being happy and very tired. On one of the central streets of the city we came to a stand at a stoplight in the far left lane while the right lane was empty and no cars were there. In the same time one heavy drunk man began slowly to cross the driveway from left to right just before our car. He was really screwed up to such an extent so he did not aware where he was and what he was doing. We jokingly say about those people that they are moving 'on autopilot' meaning their uncertain gait and body movement as a robot. My driver pushed me with his elbow and said somehow prophetically ' Look at that man! Now he will be hit'. So far I don’t know why he sounded those words there. However, subsequent events unfolded rapidly and I would say were unexpected for us. Suddenly I heard a great roar of car engine on the right of us. I looked to the right and saw rushing at breakneck speed car on the right-hand lane. Apparently a chauffeur of that crazy car has noticed late at stop light and this boozer crossed the road. He had harshly braked just before the crossroad but it was too late already. So the clash was inevitable. In my eyes this boozer took off above the car from the blow and fell down on the road like a sack with potatoes. My driver told me sorrowfully ' That's all there is to it. He is dead.' I looked at the chauffeur of that crazy car. It was a young man about 24 years old wearing dark glasses. He was very pale and looked scared and depressed. Unexpectedly that drunken got up on his feet, dusted his trousers and walked away as if nothing had happened. Our surprise there was no end. I thought to myself if he was sober he certainly would have died. There is no doubt that there is some mystery in a such behavior of drunken people. Who could be able to solve this puzzle?