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Yeah, we used to collect those things from cigarette packs too... it was crazy. Three people would be walking, and suddenly they'd see a pack, and they'd run as fast as they could so that someone else wouldn't get it. It was insane... we just played with them like stickers... Hmm... or did we take the middle part? Or maybe the top and the middle... I don't remember...
There were so many different games we played. We did all sorts of things...

There were also mid-tier units)). And I think everyone still remembers those features:D

There were also mid-range ones)). And I think everyone remembers the bottle caps.

Yes, I was just recently remembering the bottle caps. And there was also a common practice among those who couldn't afford the real ones (like me) to play with bottle caps. For example, Patra was the simplest, and some foreign beer, with some kind of monster on it, cost 5 bottle caps, and so on.

we would tear off the lids from cigarette packs, arrange them in a special way, and... write our "rights" on them, one on each lid. For example, "I have the right to break bottles," and we could then break a bottle. Or "I have the right to have a weapon" - and we would swagger around carrying air rifles.

When choosing an antidepressant, the main thing is not to overdo the dosage in a glass.

Each person has their own dosage of medication; you need to consult with doctors.)))

In a few years, young children will worship not Khryusha and Stepushka, but Timatishka and Bilanyshka. By the way, I saw a 10-year-old boy calling Belan his idol and favorite performer. He even sang his song by heart. I don't even know what to say; I'm speechless.

And this is truly awful and worth thinking about the future of Russia. Oh, I'm going to take an antidepressant.

I saw a young fan (only 3 years old) from a foreign country learn all the Beatles songs and sing them while playing the guitar.
P.S. Now that's a real fan!

Love is...))) I remember, I remember)) And I remember Yupi)) It brings back memories)) And we had those little collectible cards. But I don't remember anything about packs of cigarettes) We also played games like "Blind Man" and so on. "Spiderweb" was a really cool game)) Although I didn't play it that long ago)) We played it with four drunk and hungover guys)) It was terrible, but I haven't laughed that much in a long time)).

Hello everyone, have a good day.
eXeCuToR, welcome back (even if it's just for a couple of posts).
What about playing football in the yard?
And the first cigarette?
And the first time you successfully lit a cigarette?
And the first time you got drunk?
I'm going off-topic.
Damn, memories are flooding back.
Yes, those were the days.
P.S. We're getting old, we're getting old, and our hands are shaking.

In my distant childhood, there were many games that people don't play anymore, and probably don't even know about. "Twelve sticks," "Knock-out," "Three stones, stop," "Jump higher than the ground," and so on... Now, almost the entire generation is glued to computers (and I'm no exception), drinking beer almost from kindergarten, and openly at that. I don't even want to talk about cigarettes. I remember how we used to hide from adults in garages and sheds to smoke, and we were only 12-15 years old. Yes, this is an age-old problem between fathers and sons. Back then, the old men in the courtyard used to say that we were a different generation. But it all starts with a lack of respect for elders. We forget our roots, our national pride in the broadest sense of the word. We laugh at Americans and practically everywhere imitate them, and in almost everything, with the inherent Russian spirit, we go to extremes, bending the stick not just to bend it, but to break it. What a bleak picture has emerged. But this is our reality. And until we understand that we are a nation living in these vast expanses called RUSSIA, and that we are a multinational state, and that each nation is destined to contribute something of its own and invest in the common treasury of what I wouldn't hesitate to call the Russian spirit, or rather, the Russian soul, we will be a pathetic imitator of Uncle Joe, note that "Joe" with a lowercase letter. Because this is not a nation or a meaning, but a way of life, and a very, very mercantile one.

Hello everyone.
eXeCuToR, welcome back (even if it's just for a couple of posts)
What about playing football in the yard?
And the first cigarette?
And the first time you successfully lit a cigarette?
And the first time you got drunk?
I'm going in the wrong direction...
Damn, memories are flooding back.
Yes, those were the days.
P.S. We're getting old, we're getting old, and our hands are shaking.

Oh-oh... remembering childhood, huh? Where are the tweezers? ;)

keep your feet higher off the ground and so on...

Damn, it's a familiar game, but I don't remember how we played it.

And until we understand that we are a nation living in these vast territories called RUSSIA, and that we are a multi-ethnic state, and that each nation is destined to contribute something of its own and invest in the common treasury, which I will not be afraid to call the Russian spirit, or rather, the Russian one, we will be a pathetic imitator of Uncle Joe, note that Joe is with a lowercase letter.

...We live in the most beautiful country in the world, and all other countries envy us, that's why they are instilling their vices in us...(bastards)...

The coolest game from my childhood – “Stop the Earth,” and it’s awesome! I remember how we played it as kids, having so much fun. It never got boring, even though we played it all the time on the same… well, map.

Oh-oh... it reminded me of my childhood... where are the tweezers?

Why? I don't need them!
:smile34:

Does it matter whether I want to or not? You can’t bring back childhood anyway…

Why? No need!
:smile34:

Yes, Fedya, yes);)
I'm giving myself a flower)