Garage – a resting place for the male part of the population of our country. Here we can calmly talk about politics, economics, philosophy, football, hockey, drinking, boobs, asses, cars ..
Accidentally wandering a girl – welcome. But do not be offended by compliments: 0)
There are women in Russian villages –
Their women are gently called.
The elephant will be stopped for a gallop,
And they will tear off his trunk.
Guys, what are we all about games, but about games. And let’s again about women. Oh, I apologize, of course, about our wonderful girls and women whom we love so immensely and appreciate. Or what did you think, on March 8 it died out, gave a flower, washed the dishes – and that’s it? Do not remember until next year?
I want to devote my post to all working women. What typical female professions can you name? Seller, teacher, cashier, doctor – that is, those we meet every day. However, there are other activities hidden from us fences of factories and factories. I would like to stop at them.
When my student, I decided to work out during the summer holidays. The father then worked as a master at the TPP-17 power plant, which is near the Vyborgskaya metro station in St. Petersburg. I did not have much choice, and the money was offered good, so I went to his boiler cleaning brigade. [Until now, the first entry in the work book is “Kitty Oblast of the 3rd category”.]
The inner world of the power plant met me with all its severity: huge gas boilers with a 10-story house, multiple forests and transitions, constantly buzzing turbines at 500 MW. It was possible to talk only a scream. The Chizh and Ko group even arrived at the CHPP-17 to shoot their post-apocalyptic video. Indeed, landscapes at the station were quite suitable for filming the final episodes of horror films.
What was my surprise when in this purely male region I came across a woman in work clothes. “And what is she doing here?"I asked my father. “Ah, yes it is a craneler,” he answered calmly – “It works a lot of them here”. "Woman behind the wheel of a crane?!"I thought. Under the very ceiling, at the height of the twelfth floor there were hefty crane-beams with a lifting of up to 30 tons (yellow, you can see in the photo). And this whole household was ruled exclusively by women!
Naturally, the crane operators were of great popularity among the male population of the TPP. In view of the costs of a sedentary profession, these women had impressive priests. Therefore, when the goddess at the end of the shift descended to the ground, a crowd of boyfriends was immediately linked to her. In the future, I often saw women in the cabins of tower cranes and crane beams, but I was no longer surprised. I knew that they could be trusted.
In general, a woman behind the wheel is not so rare. Very often you can see a woman leading a trolley. I even once saw a woman-driver of a minibus on Voznesensky Prospekt near the Trinity Cathedral. There is an interesting situation when a woman is managed by a tram, and a conductor in it is a man.
It so happened that https://nongambancasinos.co.uk/review/betfoxx/ my whole adult life after the end of the university was associated with the production of technical textiles. The textile industry is the sub -industry sub -industry, although, believe me, there is nothing easy in it. However, this is the very industry where female labor is most in demand. I began my career as an assistant master of the weaving workshop. I can argue that with the words “weaving” and “weaving”, most of you in your head have the following image [see. photo above]. Modern weaving processes have much in common with traditional. But the technique has stepped far forward.
This bandura has a gas width of 8 meters and a mass of about 10 tons. The machine is controlled by a woman. Of course, the equipment is automatic, the weaver does not need to manually twist the main shaft, form the interweaving itself, pull the finished goods. But without this, for the shift, I apologize, as in one joke on ** you fuck and fuel. Only to refue this miracle, a woman needs to be tied manually about twelve thousand threads. Fortunately, this process takes place every one and a half months. And during the operation of the machine, the general effort, developed by a woman for a shift, is 6 tons [data of Soviet statistics, famous for its meticulousness].
Not without injuries. In my house, an old woman lives above two floors, whose right hand is completely amputated. The limb was wrapped on the shaft of the pile. I myself witnessed how women breaks the hands and cuts fingers in production with threads. True, all these incidents are a consequence of non -compliance with safety precautions, but it is still scary.
The last profession that I would like to touch on is the sleeper. I often have to ride through a railway crossing, on which I constantly see aunt in orange jackets and sledgehammer. In my opinion, this can only happen in Russia. What is called, find out the country from photography. Really, who can stop the elephant at the horse, tie it in the knot and put under the shop. I would not want to be in the place of the elephant. Spal Podlazer even a monument was erected in Yekaterinburg.
Of course, women go to hard work not from a good life. In small cities, often there is simply nowhere to work, except at the only factory or factory. Husbands drink, and those who do not drink are traveling to the capitals to work. Therefore, women have to pull the whole economy on themselves. In megacities, they are mainly engaged in heavy work. Twenty -five years ago, to come to Leningrad to go to work at the factory, it was beneficial, since production allocated apartments in the hostel. At that time, for a woman from a village who received at least some professional education, getting a factory in a big city-a ticket to life.
Woman Blacksmith Natalya Zabelina, g.Tula
Woman trucker Tatyana Samopalnikova, g.Tyumen
Woman pilot Tatyana Badeik, g.Kyiv
Woman Bodyguard Nadezhda Mikhailov, g.Moscow
These are women’s professions. So, men, love and appreciate our girls and women. It’s hard with them, but without them anywhere.
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And I am enraged by one -sided people, they say "I am d’Artagnan, and I will speak out in the opposite style, because I look so cooler! And the rest are all lyso -observation!"Lord, why it was necessary to write it, well, you have a bad mood, well, go out into the street, put a gopnik face … although what am I talking about? Street, gopniks … no, it’s easier to write to the site, I crap (sorry) someone, and no problems. Everyone knows how to troll, but try something adequate, no better just write good, this is what we cannot. How much you are, but?
I remember my grandmother. She was from the village, so every day I had to get up at half the fifth in the morning to have time to cook, make cows, feed the cattle, then run to work in the hospital, came home for lunch, managed to get out during this time, and in the evening, instead of rest – washing, ironing, hens, hens there, and geese again. And there was also a garden. And so six days a week. For me, the very thought of getting up at half the fifth in the morning is already punishment. I slept in the army for an hour and a half longer. So there are heroes among our women, here I completely agree with you!
I don’t tear the puke, I don’t even know what it is? I would write to you something reasonable, kind, eternal, but you will understand the trolls of the trolls how you will react? Here you are a normal person, or a moron, like some – I don’t know! You may be wonderful and beautiful, but it’s not easier for me if you send me a fuck right now or something else … Everyone has your own opinion, but I had a persistent feeling that you just wanted to touch a person … maybe I’m mistaken, but even your real age for this Internet can not be able to see. Sadly.
I just didn’t like the way the article was written. Like the girls are our well done, they suffer, and the men are all through the schmuck and parasites, work as large bosses and fuck the secretary. And the fact that the world has a bunch of arrogant bitch and vice versa men with a rather sad fate, somehow passed by.
That is why I believe that the author is a lyzobate.
Although I forgot what it is generally considered with us, if you are a man, tolerate bleat!
Aaaaa! It is already more interesting. For some reason I decided that you called me a lysob. This is time. And about men – I myself am still a sexist. I think that the girls faded, we taught them to luxury, even too much, many of them have completely lost their shame, go on men, change like gloves like gloves. Many … but not all. That’s why my grandmother remembered. You just can’t cut everyone under one comb, in our generation there are also normal girls and women, I’m sure! And this … if anything bad said, I’m sorry there, I’ll go indeed to ventilate. Something does not cook the brain.
My mother used to be a bodyguard, but then she went to guard because I asked her (it is dangerous after all)
My mother used to be a bodyguard, but then she went to guard because I asked her (it is dangerous after all).
Lisobate.
What they wanted and received, they went to their position for more than one year. And generally enraged one -sided articles. You might think men do not work in horseradish work (I have a pension pension, I worked for 5 years, I worked out with a gas on a gas), you can think about the women of the drunks.