Nikolay Burdin, I don't remember us running around the yard with balloons as kids. Either we didn't, or I just don't remember.
Ewa Strzelecka, Well, I understand—I remember here, but I don't remember there, but it happens :)) I remember that we sometimes chewed balloons. Sometimes it was tar, and especially creative kids would chew balloons.
[quote]Ewa Strzelecka, Well, I understand - I remember here, but I don't remember there, but it happens :)) I remember that we sometimes chewed marbles) sometimes tar, and especially creative kids chewed marbles))[/quote Nikolay Burdin, we chewed resin from fruit trees :))
Ewa Strzelecka, Well, I understand - I remember here, but I don't remember there, but it happens :)) I remember that we sometimes chewed marbles) sometimes tar, and especially creative guys, marbles))[/quote Nikolay Burdin, We chewed fruit tree resin :))
Ewa Strzelecka, Well, you lived a luxurious life :))
Ewa Strzelecka, Well, you lived a luxurious life :))
Nikolay Burdin, Besides tar, sir, it's a good thing there were no seals, otherwise they would have all fallen out. There was also Velcro. I don't remember exactly where, but it was found somewhere at a construction site. We'd roll it in sugar and freeze it. That was brutal.
Nikolay Burdin, Besides tar, sir, it's a good thing there were no seals, otherwise they would have all fallen out. There was also Velcro. I don't remember exactly where, but it was also found somewhere at a construction site. We'd roll it in sugar and freeze it. It was just brutal.
Severe Rus, No, I've never eaten anything like that)))
Nikolay Burdin, :)) I still remember almost all of this:)) True, I don't know anything about Soviet cameras:) I only have a Helios (which is how I took this picture of my fence without a friend:))
Nikolay Burdin, ) I still remember almost all of this :)) True, I don't know anything about Soviet cameras :)) I only have a Helios (which is how I took this picture of my fence without a friend :))
Ewa Strzelecka, For me, on the contrary, the same time, it's more like youth)
... I don't remember us running around the yard with balloons as kids....
Ewa Strzelecka, as kids, we only played with balloons at school during the last week before winter break – like decorating the classroom. We'd rub them on our heads and, using the resulting static, stick them to the ceiling during recess so they'd come loose and fall during class.
Ewa Strzelecka, when we were kids, we only played with balloons at school during the last week before winter break – like decorating the classroom. We'd rub them on our heads and use the resulting static electricity to stick them to the ceiling during recess so they'd pop off and fall during class.
M Y X O M O P, I don't remember what we did with them. We took them to the May 9th parade, I think. When my uncle got married, the wedding was in this big tent for 200 people. We decorated it with all sorts of things, including balloons.
Ewa Strzelecka, When we were kids, we only played with balloons at school during the last week before winter break – like decorating the classroom. We'd rub them on our heads and use the resulting static electricity to stick them to the ceiling during recess so they'd pop off and fall during class.
M Y X O M O P, And I learned a trick with a balloon: I can poke a knitting needle through it and it won't pop. Another trick is to fill it with water and throw it from the third floor. And now balloons are widely used in wedding contests: the balloon lies on the man's lap, and the girl has to run up and sit on it with all her might, so it pops. The one who pops the biggest and fastest wins.
M Y X O M O P, And I learned a trick with a balloon. I can poke it right through with a knitting needle and it won't burst. Another good trick is to fill it with water and throw it from the third floor. Nowadays, balloons are widely used in wedding contests. The balloon lies on the man's lap, and the girl has to run up and sit on it with all her might, so it bursts. Whoever bursts the biggest and fastest wins.
Viktor Kirillov, Eldar, a poet, recently sent me a balloon-themed post (he had a stroke, miraculously survived...) *********************** A small sketch from life. A BALL. After carefully examining the space outside and inside itself, the balloon sighed with relief and deflated. The air escaped, but the hole remained, and the sky continued to whistle through it, trying to kiss the ceiling from the other side of the earth. The hole healed for a long time, quivering with a chicken-like film of memories, until the sluggish ball finally tired out, and everything fell asleep.
Viktor Kirillov, Eldar, a poet recently sent me a note on the subject of a balloon (he had a stroke, miraculously survived…) *********************** a small sketch from life. A BALL. After carefully examining the space inside and outside itself, the balloon sighed with relief and deflated. The air escaped, but a hole remained, and the sky continued to whistle through it, trying to kiss the ceiling from the other side of the earth. The hole healed for a long time, quivering like a chicken-like film of memories, until the sluggish balloon finally tired out, and everything fell asleep.
Zlobina Natalia, Yeah..., we're all a little balloons... The secret to the trick: you need to prick the balloon with a knitting needle at the point at the top where the thick rubber is, and where the tie is gathered, then it won't burst and release air.
Ewa Strzelecka, We don't have that here, or do we have one, but not here?)
I remember that we sometimes chewed balloons. Sometimes it was tar, and especially creative kids would chew balloons.
I remember that we sometimes chewed marbles) sometimes tar, and especially creative kids chewed marbles))[/quote
Nikolay Burdin, we chewed resin from fruit trees :))
And I learned a trick with a balloon: I can poke a knitting needle through it and it won't pop. Another trick is to fill it with water and throw it from the third floor. And now balloons are widely used in wedding contests: the balloon lies on the man's lap, and the girl has to run up and sit on it with all her might, so it pops. The one who pops the biggest and fastest wins.
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A small sketch from life. A BALL. After carefully examining the space outside and inside itself, the balloon sighed with relief and deflated. The air escaped, but the hole remained, and the sky continued to whistle through it, trying to kiss the ceiling from the other side of the earth. The hole healed for a long time, quivering with a chicken-like film of memories, until the sluggish ball finally tired out, and everything fell asleep.
Yeah..., we're all a little balloons... The secret to the trick: you need to prick the balloon with a knitting needle at the point at the top where the thick rubber is, and where the tie is gathered, then it won't burst and release air.