“Does this happen to you too?” - a comic school monologue-sketch. Variety monologues Humoresque monologue of a grandmother

Increasingly, humorous monologues for women are heard from concert stages and television screens today. A real breakthrough in this direction was made by the Comedy Woman program. And many humorous monologues for women were published.

Ladies' irony: with your sword and at your... neighbors!

Humorous monologues for women are often directed against the shortcomings of the fair sex. That is, the ladies seem to laugh at themselves. And this is the zest that makes humorous monologues for women so attractive. Uninhibited artists who do not hesitate to appear funny and absurd allow them to see their shortcomings from the outside.

Here’s a classic version: an offended spouse shares her pain with her friend over the phone.

And guess what, he tells me: “You have no hobbies at all!” I have this - and no! Yes, with my hobbies I can open doors without using my hands! And if I want, I can easily sneak a bottle of champagne and a couple of brooms into them from the wedding unnoticed. Well, citrus with them - let it be “pomelo”... You, Ank, why are you picking on me? I don’t understand... Are you for him or for me?

Fight, search, find, don’t let go!

A whole layer of ironic works is devoted to the problem of finding a soul mate. About how creatively some ladies try to solve the problem, humorous monologues about women that are sure to make listeners smile.

Basically, a characteristic of most people can be seen in miniatures: they present themselves completely differently from how others see them.

The second “trick” is reflections on the representatives of the stronger half, which organically fit into the woman’s humorous monologue. Ladies can talk about men endlessly! They simply love to remember their past relationships, share experiences, how to “tame” their husbands, and raise them. The search for a soulmate is the subject of humorous monologues for women, the texts of which are presented below.

Advertisement in the newspaper about acquaintance “Puss in Socks”

One day, an old lady showed up at our editorial office alone. Well, God's dandelion - one word. From somewhere out of the depths of her skirts and sweaters she pulled out a completed free advertisement form and laid it out on the table.

I took a piece of paper in my hands and read it. And I’m simply amazed! Grandma’s imagination, it should be noted, is so... inexhaustible! The very first phrase delighted me. Listen to this: “My cat! An affectionate and caring cat is waiting for you in her cozy apartment, on a soft bed... Hurry up, otherwise another one will take your place!”

And although we have instructions from above not to approach clients with our ideas and tips, I could not resist and asked: “Granny, why do you need this “cat”? You live peacefully in your cozy apartment - and that’s okay. And then some rogue will appear, smoke, and scatter his socks all around...” And the granny answered me: “Daughter, where have you seen cats in socks, huh?”

Granny was really looking for a cat for her cat, but I thought who knows what.

A humorous monologue of a woman about men “Fatal sexy is looking for a soul mate”

This text may be a continuation of the first miniature, since the action takes place in the same editorial office where advertisements are accepted. But this time a very curvaceous lady came in a lilac short coat, a green hat and an orange scarf. The ad said that the sexy fatale was looking for her soulmate. Okay, I gritted my teeth and kept quiet: sexy is sexy, everyone has their own understanding of this word.

Monologue about the first wife and cabbage jam

My first husband was, in principle, a good person. I just became very fixated on food. No matter what I cook, he always compares it with my mother’s cooking. “Cucumbers are not fried!” And why? These are the same zucchini, only unripe. Why not fry them? “They don’t make jam from cabbage!” Strange... They cook it from tomatoes, they cook it from pumpkin, but not from cabbage?

I am by nature a person with imagination. And I don’t like to walk the beaten path. In general, my first characters and I did not agree.

A story about a second husband and a suit from under the bed

The lady - fatally sexy - continues her humorous monologue. Men and women switched places as if in her story. This adds irony to the performance: everyone is accustomed to the fact that it is the stronger sex who sometimes allows themselves to come home in the morning “chauffeured,” and their lovely wife shames him in the morning for his unworthy behavior. The stereotype is broken. Here the spouses mixed up their roles.

My second husband was German. He simply drove me crazy with his punctuality! “Don’t come home drunk at night again!” Well, what kind of statement is this? Where else should I go at night? It’s early for work, but it’s late to see friends... And when I wake up, the brain drain begins in the second round: don’t shake the ashes into the sugar bowl, don’t look for your suit under the bed. Where else should I look for it, if that’s where I hung it... That is, I put it there. Well, in short, he fell in there himself! A bore, in short, in a word. And with this we did not get along in character.

Monologue about the third spouse and lost socks

My third husband was Estonian. Our sticking point with him was socks. Yes, yes, such simple things as ordinary socks can cause divorce! “I tep-pe at-tal a very good number of us-skoff, each pair rolled up into a little bundle, one arm after another. Pa-achimu ani u tep-pyat-los-tsa?” How do I know why these socks keep getting lost? I just started putting them in the washing machine just like that, rolled up in a ball. I didn't like it again! My husband also didn’t like the fact that his sweater changed color. It was kind of grayish and nondescript. And it became a breathtaking color! Actually, it turned out to be a whole combination, one might say, a rainbow of colors. A designer find, by the way... But my husband did not appreciate my flight of fancy. They didn't get along with this either. Here, now the last hope is on you.

And the “fatal sexy” straightened her orange scarf, throwing it casually over the shoulder of her lilac short coat.

At the post office, pensioners constantly took away a public pen, even tied to the counter with a thread - they signed the transfers and, out of forgetfulness, put it in their bag. The thread was breaking. One day, the cashier’s husband brought especially thin and durable rubber from a military factory - for...

I bought a voice recorder. Give it to a friend for the New Year. So tiny, digital. And in the morning I was getting dressed, and it fell out of my trousers. And on the rug... he fucked. And I apparently accidentally put it under the bed - once! Tapcom. And he turns on the sound...

I stopped a white Opel here. Well, with a rod, you know, a stick for Management. The driver gets out, he’s tired, he’s on fumes, his eyes are red. “That’s it, I say, I’m off! Come on, go on foot." - “It’s not fair, let me blow into the tube, let’s see...” - “What...

I worked in the circus for 50 years, but I won’t work with you, Mr. Director! Write off such a horse! All! Enough! Here is my statement!.. Wait! Come in, Vera!.. Look at her teeth! Young girl! Vera, stop laughing, it’s not funny, they want to write you off!.. It’s okay...

They meet in the hallway of apartment 1. 1 Hello, hello, come in, come in, bro... Well, let's kiss. How many years, how many winters!.. And where is the wife? He promised to bring it! I’ve been married for 12 years, and you still haven’t introduced her to me!! Maybe you're single? 2 Meet...

(The dog is an absolute indifference. Smart and lazy. He doesn’t follow the border guard’s commands right away, reluctantly. He thinks out loud. The border guard doesn’t hear him. But the dog hears and understands everything. They go out together. The border guard is in front). -So... How are you? (sternly) Sit! (The dog slowly, like a master, sits down in...

I received a letter from my son, I don’t know what to think! He's in my army! First he writes that I should keep an eye on Yulka, his fiancee... Why should I keep an eye on him? Yulka has charisma - it’s creepy! And so economic. Holding piglets. I already...

My mother-in-law and I were stopped by a traffic cop... Drunk. And about my mother-in-law he suddenly says: “Who is this fat one?!” And my mother-in-law is very big, and that day her bag was stolen... and at the hairdresser she cut her hair too short... and sold it at the market...

I once met a friend. In the clinic. Seven in the morning. With gastritis. He and I sometimes swallow guts there on an empty stomach. The queue to the office is like a Chinese wall! Only green. Because everyone is hungry and angry. They are angry because they know that in...

Yurok! Vovchik! All! Sleep, no fairy tales! Grandfather is very tired and his leg hurts. One? Only one! Good or scary? Scary to you? Pee yourself again. And what about you? About Kolobok? In general, I’m telling you one story - it’s terribly kind. Once upon a time there lived a kind, kind grandfather... and grandmother! Old...

Hello! I said, I won’t go anywhere and I won’t rewrite anything! I got sick... “Eat a pill”! You didn’t even ask what made me sick!.. I’m telling you: What’s your business?! And generally speaking! The author does not have to attend the rehearsal! ...Edit? Okay, so be it...

Serenya came to me on the night of December 31st, when everyone had already gone to bed. Great! - speaks. - Happy New Year! Ugh! Your elevator, however, is impotent!.. And you can’t tell by your face that you received our telegram! Well,…

The Fox lived in the forest. Beautiful, she drove the foxes from the surrounding forests crazy. They really wanted to live with her, get along, make good money, but hunters got into the habit of going into the forest. Shooting in the forest, traps along the paths, dogs rushing, and in the evenings fires, bottles flying into the bushes...

Hello, mom! Our lights have been turned off, it’s already two in the morning, and Kolya isn’t there yet!... Mom, what does Fidel Castro have to do with it?.. Phenazepam? Good night, Mom! ...Hello, Rit! It's me again. Kolka didn’t come to spend the night! Isn't it with you? I don’t think so...

My second wife was such an artist! Genius! Here she is, let’s say... ...No, I’m not the third, I’m his fourth... The third one was imprisoned, by the way, with complete confiscation of property... So this artist, who was my second, is a talent!.. ...The third one - then with full...

Give me some bread for Christ's sake... No, not like that. ...Good people!.. No. ... Passer-by, don’t let the well-deserved social security worker die of hunger!.. No, don’t talk about merits. And no ideology. And then yesterday there was a guy standing with a sign: “Serve an active builder for lunch...

Yes, I'm a music teacher, so what now!? Yes, I speak four languages ​​perfectly, I know how to dress, how to talk, how to use cutlery, so what?! Yes, there is no money, but I’m sweet, I’m a great cook, I will love one man deeply...

Neighbor Volodya installed electrical protection on his new Toyota - he bought an expensive one that prevents theft. Yes, what people have already written or invented - it’s useless! They still steal it. Volodya has windows facing the courtyard, and his car is on the avenue! I tell him: in the yard...

Grandfather, are you tired? -I'm tired, Mashenka. -Do you want to sleep? -Very. -Then tell me a horror story and go to bed! -A horror story? I don't know any horror stories. -Well, it must be scary!! Repeat after me: One dark, dark night in the cemetery... - Well, one night in the cemetery... -... And so...

As far as I remember, I was forgotten everywhere. At the maternity hospital, my dad gave my mom flowers, kissed her, put her in a taxi, and drove off. And I’m lying on the bench, peeing in the blanket and thinking: when I grow up, I’ll be an astronaut. Grandfather, when I was born, generally thought that the puppy’s parents...

I tell her: “From the monkeys!” She told me: “From the angels”! I told her: “From monkeys!!” She: “From the angels!!” - “Well, look at yourself, I say! Could angels do this?!! Read Darwin! I bought her a microscope: “Look! Where are the angels? - “Oh-oh!.. Microbe!.....

My grandmother is superstitious. If he’s going to his neighbor’s house to get some salt, let him, he says, let me sit on the path. I met a man with empty buckets - I cursed him! A cuckoo once told her she was 84, now she’s 92, so now if she goes into the forest, it’s with a calculator.…

Hello! Ritka, is that you? ...Where am I calling from? I'm calling from heaven! I'm flying in a long jump! Five thousand meters! ...So I’m a master of sports! ...What bobsled!? ...Am I the womanizer?!! Yes, you yourself are a womanizer!!! ...Fool! Hello, Svetul? Hello! Guess where I’m calling from?.. Well, think, think...

Goo-goo, goo-goo, goo-goo-goo... Dimochka, Dimochka, don't sit on the pigeon. He'll still fly away! Here you go! Hit the asphalt again! What did grandma tell you? Go stand next to me and throw crumbs to the birds!.. (To the neighbor.) And this is the first time I’ve seen you here. What an adorable grandson you have! Oh, it's a girl! I never would have thought! Look, she's holding the bird by the tail and picking at its beak... Let her pick? Will you rest for now? Well, of course. Everyone has their own educational methods...
I don’t limit my Dimochka in anything either. You know, I also no longer have the strength to limit. Dimochka, if anything happens, he might even spit!.. Dimochka, Dimochka, there’s no need to hit the birds with a spatula. Better go pick the beak with the girl! There he is, lying under the bench. (To a neighbor.) But tell me, my dear, do you ever see your girl’s parents? I’ve already begun to forget my people: they work during the day, hang out in the evening, go skiing on weekends... You say it’s an expensive pleasure?.. Well, you know, my son-in-law earns a decent amount of money. Sometimes Dimochka and I go to visit them - the refrigerator is full. But Dimochka doesn’t want anything from them, because with me he eats from his own plate. As soon as the face of this freak appears at the bottom... what's his name... ah! Pokemon - that means we ate the porridge. No, we are still eating porridge. Here I stand to death: my pension is small. And you only have lollipops with wrappers?..
Dimochka! Dimochka! Immediately spit out the seed husks! Why are you pecking it from the sidewalk? Go, grandma will give you some of her husks from her pocket! Here, chew it well! Look, your girl is plucking feathers into a bunch and licking them. Let him lick it?.. Will you rest for now? Well, of course, everyone has their own methods of education. Dimochka also sometimes licks the battery...
Does your girl sleep well? And we're just in trouble. Until you perform “Tachanka” three times, he will never fall asleep. Don't you sing? Oh, are you hitting a tambourine? We used to have a drum too, but the neighbors thought that our load-bearing walls were always being broken, so they constantly called the police...
Does your granddaughter like pets? Oh, you only have a python at home? And his granddaughter feeds him live rats herself? Well, of course, everyone has their own methods of education... You are probably training her in the Airborne Forces? No, I just asked... My son-in-law served in the Airborne Forces... And here Dimochka bit a cat and bit a dog... Some kind of psycho, God forgive me! His parents still want to send him into hand-to-hand combat... Should he kill the bear?.. Dimochka, Dimochka! Why are you crying, dear?! Look, look! Your girl chewed his ear through his hat! What does “let her chew!” mean? She chewed it for my grandson, not for a stranger! Release him immediately, you wretch! Otherwise I’ll kill you myself now! Metal teeth! Ugliness! She feeds the python rats... And then these girls walk around and tear down the doors in the entrances. A slight movement of the hip. Don’t cry, Dimochka! Do not Cry! In war it’s like in war. You will know how to bite my Tuzik and Murochka. Where are they now, poor things?.. That's it! March home! Dinner and sleep! And no "Tachanka"! Today grandma is resting! In nature, damn it!

Sergey KONDRATIEV
Sober husband
(female monologue in character)

My husband has completely swayed me with his drunkenness! After all, this is impossible - he drinks everything that burns. I saved half a bottle of French perfume for ten years - I blew it out to help with my hangover. Then for half a day I was indignant: how can the French drink such crap in the morning! I poke him in the face with my makeup bag and shout: “You should have bitten your lipstick, Herod.” He says: “What do you think - I had a snack. The filling of this Snickers is delicious, but the chocolate itself is painfully hard.”

Oh! I stopped letting him into the apartment drunk. So he spent a couple of nights on a rug in the entrance and asked to go home. “And then,” he says, “in the mornings, dog owners take their poodles out to walk in the yard, but they don’t have the patience to go to the yard, and they mistake me for the lawn.”

Well, he started coming home like a piece of glass. And after half an hour, you see, he no longer knits the bast. And you search him all over, like in the Gestapo, and make sure that you didn’t bring anything alcoholic with you, but it turns out that he managed to pour vodka into this... well, you know, like an inflatable rubber ball, and put it under the back of his pants. I would never have known if he had once plopped down on a nail in a stool. I didn’t have time to look back - I licked the entire stool, and at the same time wiped it with my tongue in the corridor.

Where did he hide this vodka from me? In a drain, in an aquarium, in a wall clock with a cuckoo... There, someone's cuckoo spilled - and as a result, the cuckoo began to hiccup. He jumps out every hour and shouts: “Ku-ku-Ik-ku!” I shout: “What have you done, you bastard, to the poor bird?” he says: “Why, even a check is enough for a cuckoo.”

And then - I won’t lie, I didn’t see it myself - but he, apparently, spilled a bottle somewhere on TV. Because that evening Dorenko cursed so much, cursed so much - a sober person would never allow himself to do this!

Oh, what have I done with mine! Instead of vodka, she poured kerosene into the bottle - this only healed his ulcer.

She took me to see the old healer. She’s a very ancient old woman, she doesn’t live that long, she’s already overgrown with moss from old age. “Now, now,” he says, “I’ll drop some drugs for you, my dear, and you’ll never forget about the booze.” And he lapped up the potion and went to kiss his grandmother. I forcibly beat him away from her with my grandmother’s stick, and she, satisfied, smacked her lips and shouted after him: “Apparently, one rage didn’t work, you’re a beauty, bring me to Me more, more quickly - we’ll repeat the procedure!”

Then they sewed a “torpedo” into him. So somewhere in the market he managed to pull it out and exchanged it for a bottle for some Chukchi - he managed to persuade the Chukchi that this “torpedo” would be good for killing seals.

In general, I tried everything in the world, and then he suddenly stopped drinking. How did it happen? I decided to put on a cucumber anti-wrinkle mask for myself. You take the peel of fresh cucumbers, Moment glue, mix it, coat your whole body and wait for it to dry. And if it dries up, you scrape all this crap off with a nail file. Where there were no wrinkles, they won’t be there, and where there were, they are now not noticeable under the glue with the peel. A good way - my neighbor suggested it to me; she invented it herself. He says: “Try, maybe you’ll succeed.”

Well, I decided to try it. On Sunday I got up early, covered all of myself - as far as I could reach with my hands - with peel and glue, walked around the apartment, waiting for it to dry. And mine woke up with a hangover to drink some water, saw me in the twilight, and screamed: “You’re lying, you won’t kill me, there are many of us at every kilometer!” Eaglet, little eagle, winged comrade!.. A lot,” he shouts, “I’ve seen green devils while drunk, but I couldn’t even imagine such a terrible thing!”

“Calm down,” I say, “you fool, it’s me, your legitimate wife!” “No,” he shouts, “you can’t deceive me, swamp kikimora!” I’ve always been a legitimate person!” I say: “What do you think, am I not a person?” He says: “If you’re a human, let me get a hangover!”

Well, I gave it to him! Get over your hangover! All the medicine that was left from the healer-kisser—the entire three-liter jar was given to him. He blew it out in one gulp. Then I spent the whole day hugging my earthenware friend. But after that, everything came to a sudden: I stopped drinking. He doesn’t drink for an hour, he doesn’t drink for another hour... And how many months have passed, and he is no, no: not on New Year’s, not on his birthday, not on his professional holiday - Day of the Door Upholsterer Made from the Customer’s Material.

And most importantly, as soon as the guy was replaced! The next day I was walking home from work and saw him meeting me at the bus stop. “Give me,” he says, “I’ll help you carry your bags.” Well, I think I've lost my mind. I have two pounds of potatoes in this bag, but he never lifted more than two hundred grams in his life.

Well, I'm on good terms with him. “Give me your bags,” I say, “there are people all around, shame on you!” Look around - all people are like people, there’s one, even though he’s drunk, but he doesn’t disgrace his wife: she’s dragging the washing machine on herself, and he’s doing nothing but holding on to the hose.”

No, on the one hand, it is, of course, good when the husband does not drink. If, for example, she goes to the store, then she will bring what she sent for. Previously, whatever you sent for, passers-by would bring it.

Or, I remember, I sent him to the dry cleaner to pick up my blouse, made sure that he didn’t have a penny of money with him, and he came back - he couldn’t be drunker! “What did you drink for?” - I ask. He says: “While the receptionist was getting the wrapping paper, I wiped my shoes on your clean blouse. The receptionist offered to send it for re-cleaning, and I asked her to give me a stain remover instead.”

But there are so many problems with him now! He needs to cook. Previously, I remember, instead of dinner, he would drink water from the tap and smoke his “Amanita Channel”. He called this smoking water “chicken broth.”

And then he says something else: “What kind of oil is that on your windowsill - herring oil, or what? I eat the third sandwich, but it still tastes like turpentine. How I looked! Yes, this is laundry soap.

Or he came in the morning and went to the kitchen. I looked in and the five-liter tank on the stove was empty. But I put the laundry in that tank to boil. “The soup,” he says, “is delicious, but the dumplings are hard.”

Again, now you have to be jealous of him: when he’s sober, just look, someone will covet him. Although he’s not very curvy: about fifty meters with a skullcap. He has a special skullcap - it adds thirty centimeters to his height.

But now I’ve become well-read! He stopped drinking but won’t part with his book. I finished reading it a year and a half before the title page. Apparently, it’s a complex work - it’s called: “The Little Humpbacked Horse and His Comrades.” Author: Korzhakov.

Helps around the house - the nail in the stool on which he once plopped down has finally been hammered. Well scored that way -. with one hit. The neighbors downstairs, however, had their chandelier collapsed. I decided to show my father's concern. He came home after midnight and said: “I wanted to pick up the child from kindergarten. He sat until closing time until he remembered that he had been drafted into the army.”

So you look at him sober and you immediately remember our youth with him. How we met, how we went on dates... A week before the wedding, he tore off the entire flowerbed in the front garden in front of the house at night, so that I would wake up and see a bouquet on the windowsill in the morning. And before that, my mother and I took care of this flowerbed for two months...

Even now, when he stopped drinking, he became caring. On March 8th, I polished my suede shoes with shoe polish. I ironed the tights with a hot iron. They have now become openwork.

Well, God be with them, with tights. With the money that he now saves on vodka, these tights can be bought - from Paris to Nakhodka. But now there is peace and quiet in the house. He can’t even watch drunkenness on TV: as soon as someone starts drinking in the movies, he immediately remembers the green devils. So I am forever grateful to my neighbor for her anti-wrinkle mask: after my husband stopped drinking, all my wrinkles disappeared on their own.

This is what I wish for all of you, dear women, from the bottom of my heart!

Monument

I bought a “new Russian” plot of land. The mansion was torn down, a park was laid out, there was a metal fence around it, benches, birch trees... I also decided to install my statue on a hill to make it even more chic. Bros says:

- Why: in the summer I’ll sit on a bench in the cold, and next to me - here I am, standing at full height under a birch tree. But where in our city can you order a statue?

And one of the brothers tell him:

“So there’s a granite workshop nearby.” That’s what it says: “Making monuments.”

And the “new Russian” - he doesn’t understand that the statue is being erected in the park, and the monument... That’s right - in the cemetery. He just wants to stick out at full height. He goes to the granite workshop, sees a granite worker working there, and immediately:

- Hey, Chaldean, can you make a full-length statue? Then measure me quickly - I still have time for disassembly!

The granite worker, who was accustomed to receiving orders exclusively from relatives of the deceased, nearly swallowed the ruler in amazement.

- Who else? I'm crying for money, so is it really a statue for someone else's uncle?

— This is the first time that a client has ordered a monument for me during his lifetime...

- Why should I wait until you die, or what?!

- No, please, please, we’ll do it in the best possible way, especially since you’re in no hurry...

- Why is this not in a hurry? I’ll charge the boys, as soon as you do it, they’ll be sealed in tightly that same day.

- So we will fulfill the order in two weeks.

- So, in two weeks they will wall it up.

- Do you already have a place?

- Otherwise! Over the hill. Under the birch tree.

“By the way, we are not only a monument - we can also plant flowers for you on the plot,” the granite worker suggests, thinking that we are talking about a cemetery plot.

And the “new Russian” - he’s thinking about his suburban area, so he says:

- There is no need for flowers, it’s better to have cucumbers growing on the hill.

- You have a strange desire...

- Why is this strange? Whoever comes to visit me will have a snack at hand.

- Well, cucumbers, this is not our part, but we can organize garbage collection...

- What? I pay money for the protection of the “garbage” site, and you are going to clean it up!

- Well, okay, will you order an orchestra?

- Come on, the bros will start dancing and trample all the cucumbers on the hill.

—Have you decided where the monument will stand?

“Everything is thought out: here is a fence, here is a bench, and here are statues.” Next to the sauna.

- Didn't understand. Why do you need a sauna in such a place?

- I'll order the girls. Let them wash me. In the shower. Every Friday.

- So, are they going to drag you from there to the shower every Friday?

- What should we do if it’s a hot summer?! That’s why I put a bench right under the mound: if you drink beer, it will be closer to going to the toilet.

- Who should go? After all, as soon as the monument is erected, everyone will disperse...

- Well, they'll go their separate ways. But I’ll stay!

“I didn’t understand something again: are you planning to go to the toilet from there?”

- Why should I burst there, or what? Or directly at the statue? How about a male dog? No, I’ll get up from under the mound, go to the toilet and back into the cold.

- On your own?

- How else? Why should I sit on the toilet for half a day? My body is healthy - I went and did what I needed to do and went back under the mound. Light up the barbecue grill.

- This means to celebrate for nine days...

- What about nine? And on other days, should I go hungry there? When you sit in the cold, you know what an appetite it awakens!

— Actually, our clients usually lie there.

- What! Lying alone in the cold can cause you to catch a cold! Now, if some beauty there wants to be alone with me...

“Who would want to be alone with you in such a place?!”

- What are you talking about, I once persuaded someone while drunk in a telephone booth to have privacy. Then it turned out that I had a refrigerator in the kitchen.

A completely stunned granite worker accepted an order from a strange client, and when the monument was made, it was needed that same day - someone planted a bomb in the Mercedes of the “new Russian”. True, they didn’t plant cucumbers on the hill, but the brothers made so many wreaths that the granite worker couldn’t understand how the “new Russian” would get out from under them to the toilet?..

You have read a selection of funny stories by a modern humorist writer.
Smile, ladies and gentlemen!
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