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Life is much more interesting than any fiction.

There are different stories, joyful and sad, evil and kind. But website inspired by stories about what made the lives of their authors happier and more fun. These are the revelations collected in this article.

About failures

• One night I heard something fall in the hallway. It turned out that it was a book. It fell off the shelf and opened to a page titled "How to Lose Weight." I have never received such hints before.
• When I was a child, my mother accidentally hit me on the head with a shovel. Now, when I start laughing at something, she looks at me and says: “Still, we should have taken you to the hospital then.”
• Yesterday, a homeless woman with an accordion came up to me at the metro, put five rubles in her pocket and left with the words: “You need this more than I do.” It seems that the thin line between a hipster and a homeless person has become completely blurred.
• A friend said that when she was little, she asked her mother where this hollow between her nose and lips came from. Mom answered her that it was an angel who put his finger to her lips and left such a mark. And my mother told me that this depression exists so that snot flows into the mouth.
• Today my son (2 years old) looked at pictures of animals. To the chicken he said: “chicken”; to a duck - “quack-quack”; to a dog - “woof-woof”; to the cow - “MOM”... The husband was laughing like crazy! I'm going on a diet.
• She left a pack of cigarettes on the kitchen table. The furry Ministry of Health pissed on her.
• She was fired after she posted photos from a corporate event called “Monster Inc.”
• Normal people wake up in the morning to the sound of an alarm clock, happy people from the kisses of my loved ones, and I from the fact that the cat sits with its butt on my face!

About family

• I love my family. I ask my mother:
  - Mom, where should I put the Easter eggs?
  - And right under the tree.
• I'm a girl. My younger brother and I have an age difference of two years. As a child, when he woke up before me, he would come up to me, stroke my head and gently say: “Sleep, sleep, my little pet monster.”
• Recently, my husband, sitting in the kitchen and peeling potatoes, read Brodsky’s poems to me as a keepsake. And at that time I was repairing an electric kettle. We love each other.
• When I told my mom about the girl I liked, she always asked 2 questions: “What color are her eyes?” and “What kind of ice cream does she like?” I'm 40 now and my mom died a long time ago, but I still remember that she had green eyes and loved chocolate chip cups, just like my wife.
• One day, my parents had an argument about how garlic grows; my father argued that it was on bushes, and my mother said that it was in the ground. Now father owes mother a diamond ring. If mom lost, dad would get a liter of cola.

About good

• A kilometer-long queue at the store. One elderly man asked to be let through - with one box of chocolates - he was in a hurry to see his first-grader grandson. I missed it, and at the cash register he began to take more Kinder surprises, constantly looking back. So, having paid for the purchase, he handed out kinders to me and all the girls standing in line, thanking them for their kindness and understanding.
• I’m walking home recently, I’m not in the mood, and already near the entrance, a clean-cut guy in sweatpants, a cigarette in his teeth, a beer in his hand, comes up to me, looks at me and says: “Girl, let me carry you over the puddle.” It was then that I realized what gentlemen looked like.
• In Murmansk there is a wonderful trolleybus driver - he tells the temperature over the phone: “Overboard today is +10”, wishes you a pleasant journey and reads poetry! It’s even a pity to get off the trolleybus.
• For the first time in 6 years of studying at the academy, I encountered such sincere care and kindness. The teacher brought us, always hungry students, homemade cookies. And today I brought a cake to the final lesson with the words: “Your task is to destroy it!”
• A mute man lives opposite our house. And he “talks” to his dog every day. So loudly, with intonation. And she barks back at him. It seems to me that this is their secret language, and they understand each other perfectly.
• Granny broke the lock on her door. I had to call the Ministry of Emergency Situations to open it. They couldn't do anything with the door; they had to climb through the window. So, before jumping onto the windowsill, one of the Emergencies Ministry shouted: “Chip and Dale are coming to the rescue!”

About observations

• I saw a girl with bread at the intercom. She dialed the number and said: “Hello! Once! Once! The hawk has brought prey! How can you hear it?
• I was riding on a bus: two older workers, apparently from the factory, got in and sat in the back. During the whole journey they didn’t say a word to each other and only as they were leaving, one said goodbye with the words: “Well, don’t be boring, Valera, we’ll see you tomorrow!” To which the second replied: “My eyes wouldn’t see you!” Friends are such friends.

About life

• The only thing that surprised me in the last six months was the flushable toilet paper roll.
• Grandfather bought a laptop and agreed to register on Odnoklassniki with the words: “Come on, maybe not everyone is dead yet!”
• Yesterday I was fired from work, so I was able to hang out with my daughter all day today. There has not been a more joyful and happy day in my life for a long time.
• My sailor dad always said that in any country the main thing is to know how to say “I’m hungry” and “where is the toilet.” I know both in 30 languages. More useful than higher education. She married a foreigner.
• I think what an idiot I was a year ago, and every year.
• In general, the Internet is lying. And all these posts are not true. There is an apartment, and a car, and this damn iPhone. I swam in the warm waters of the ocean and wandered the streets of Europe, but I was truly happy far back in childhood, when I was flying along a country road to a river in an old schoolboy.

There was a fire in our apartment. One idiot wanted to surprise his wife: he laid out a romantic phrase with two hundred candles on the LINOLEUM floor, lit them and went to meet his wife from work! Returning half an hour later, we found the apartment filled with black smoke, fortunately nothing had managed to burn. But! The walls and ceiling are covered in soot, the floor is burned down to the boards, everything in the closets is under a layer of black dense dust. Now there is a long renovation ahead. Do you know what is the most offensive? That this half-baked romantic who accidentally set the apartment on fire is my husband!

My future husband left me while pregnant. A good friend was nearby all the time, she recovered and let go of the situation quickly enough. He started asking me to get married, but I said, let me give birth, and then we’ll see what we’ll do. And then he says: “Well, yes, you’ll give birth, hand over the child and we’ll live!” - the man was quite seriously sure that I would give up the child and the two of us would live together together. When I told him that I was not going to give up the child, I made such a face as if I had opened America to him. There are simply no words!

Married for two years. My husband sometimes likes to say something like this, but my mother does it differently. She gave birth to a son, named Denis. Now I answer my husband’s claims: “And Deniska’s mother does exactly that”!

You come to visit: the apartment is licked to a shine, not a speck of dust, not a speck of trash, at least call the inspector, and the hostess, eager for a compliment, says, don’t pay attention, I have such a mess here. At such moments I always answer: “don’t worry, I always have the same shit at home.” Because there’s no point in squirming! You're pissed off!

I was sitting with my grandmother in a cafe and I saw her collecting small long bags of sugar into her bag. I often watched her do this, but didn’t ask why, but then I got curious... It turns out that she collects them in case a diabetic’s sugar drops. She saved more than one person like that! Now I also always carry a bag of sugar with me.

I recently moved in with a girl, we’ve been together for quite some time, we decided to start living together, we’re renting an apartment, it’s a common thing. Like everyone else, we have quarrels and disagreements; on one such day, when we “didn’t talk,” the faucet at our house broke. “Ahaa,” I thought, “now someone will beg for help”... Aha... Right now, she calmly turned off the water supply valve at home, took the gas key, unscrewed the mixer, went out, went somewhere, I came back with a new set of gaskets (and I’m not talking about Libress), checked one of the new ones against the rotten gasket, changed it, took a string, wrapped it, screwed the faucet back on.... To say that it was a** was an understatement.

I work in a fairly popular clothing store. Sometimes I realize with horror that girls are still pigs. One left a used tampon in the fitting room. The other one is in the fitting room... Shit! And this is provided that all toilets are always open and within walking distance! How do such women even live in the world?

People who grew up in large cities and are sincerely surprised that small cities have everything are incredibly infuriating. Wow, you have a swimming pool in your city, people drive Porsches, you have a movie theater? No, fuck, we live in the forest, no movies, no internet, I’m frying deer meat over a fire that my boyfriend killed with a bow. It's the 21st century, a city of 100 thousand people, and yes - everything is there!

Last summer I overdid it with my tan. It is burned, and, as a result, the skin peels off unevenly in pieces. The look is extremely unesthetic. To avoid the embarrassment of walking around in open clothes with “rags” on your skin, I took a sticky roller to clean my clothes. Result: smooth skin without peeling :))

I always thought that we had an ideal family. I recently realized that for a long time my husband and I have been talking exclusively about children and solving everyday issues. Everyone is in their own world and doesn’t interfere with anyone else. I tried to talk to him about abstract topics. Result: we quarreled, didn’t agree, we didn’t talk for almost a week...

I am a boy. I have super stretch marks. I almost do the splits, I can throw my legs over my head. Everyone thinks I did gymnastics and laughs. And in my childhood and youth, when I came home, I would do all sorts of tricks, turn off the lights with my foot, and pretend to be Bruce Lee: D

I dream of being given sick leave to care for pets. I have a dog after surgery. She now needs close care: feeding on a schedule, changing diapers, since she walks on her own, and it is not yet possible to walk her, injections and taking medications at a certain time. And I can’t imagine how to do all this if work is from 9:00 to 18:00...

For the first time in 15 years of marriage, I decided to cheat on my husband. And since I am a doctor myself and know a lot about the situation in our city with sexually transmitted diseases and AIDS, I asked my potential lover directly about this. As a result, they looked at me like I was a fool, the mood immediately changed, he quickly said goodbye and did not appear again. I sit and think: why did I say that? Probably cheating on your wife is normal, but thinking about the consequences is not.

My daughter is 4 months old and she loves lively conversations. Lies, listens and is silent. And this should not just be an ordinary conversation, but an emotional one. When I’m too lazy to entertain her, I ask my husband about what he’s interested in. And voila! A lively conversation for two hours is guaranteed. The daughter is calm, the husband is happy that his wife is interested in his hobby/opinion, and the wife herself is happy, who can do nothing))

When I was about 7 years old, my friends and I found a cassette with porn in my house. We were shocked by what we saw. And one day my mother caught me masturbating, scolded me and slapped me on the hands, then asked where I learned this, and I said in tears that it was all thanks to the tape. She spanked me even more. Now I’m 28, and I still don’t understand why I was beaten. They didn’t hide the tape themselves.

It’s annoying when friends give their VK password to their boyfriends. Then you will understand who you are communicating with. And also, when you write to them something personal or something that they are hiding, they immediately start calling with complaints: “Why are you writing me such a VK now? My boyfriend is sitting there now!” Do I know that your boyfriend is sitting there now? And why the hell did you give him your VK password, what kind of kindergarten?!

A few years ago, my boyfriend and I adopted a kitten. When he parted with the fight, he kept the cat for himself. She moved back to her mother and took another kitten out of grief. After some time, I decided to live separately - my mother, with tears in her eyes, begged me to leave the cat to her. Then I started dating a man, he moved in with me with his cat. Now we are on the verge of separation. Guess who is left without a cat again?..

When a four-year-old daughter cannot or “doesn’t want” to fall asleep, we catch the dream. I explained to her that when a child enters the bedroom, sleep is already waiting for him. You need to catch him and hold him or put him under your pillow. Then you will fall asleep quickly and have a good dream. Either the power of self-hypnosis, or it really catches you, but he falls asleep in two minutes :))

My grandmother is old, her legs hurt, but as soon as a thunderstorm begins, she runs faster than all the champions to close all the windows and doors. It’s just that 40 years ago, during a thunderstorm, a luminous ball flew into their home through the window, made a circle around the room and flew back out. She says she has never been so scared.

In distant childhood, we always collected birch sap in the spring, but older guys were ahead of us and took away all our work, leaving us with empty containers. Until one of us, the bravest one, peed in their bottle...

Today there was a strong wind with wet snow. I'm driving along the road, listening to music, when suddenly a gasket flies onto my windshield from the front window of a moving car.. USED GASKET!!! Your mother!

My husband thinks he is a super lover! Because I end up with him several times. But that’s not the point at all! I will finish with any man. The main thing is that he has a penis, and that he sucks my nipples during sex. Some invisible thread connects my chest with my uterus. As soon as a man starts sucking it, being inside me, the uterus immediately begins to orgasm!

I noticed something strange in my husband’s behavior when it comes to his laptop. I struggled for a long time, but curiosity won over me and I decided to ask my husband what he was hiding from me. Reluctantly, I was told that it turns out that this fool created a female account for himself in order to participate in mother’s fights on all sorts of forums about children. He lets off steam like that... Now he walks around sniffling, offended by my laughing, but I just can’t calm down! And a female account - because this way his word will have more weight.

Five years ago, a store gave me a hundred-ruble bill. It had T+D written on it. In my handwriting. Mine! I can recognize my own handwriting (quite unique) from a thousand. I told my family and they didn’t believe me: “It can’t be like this. And when did you write? You don’t remember, etc. Yes, I don’t remember. But I remember that in 2001, in the 11th grade, I was friends with a boy, Dima, for two months. I’m a romantic person.” , and I could very well write this on the money. And my handwriting!!! So, since no one believed it, I signed and dated this money. Just to be sure. And today this money came back to me again))) )

I was in the hospital in a double ward. I'm with one-year-old son and a seven-year-old boy. Looks ordinary. The first day he showed interest in the new guests. Actively helped with the baby. On the second day he began to make noise, climb on the windowsill, and say obscene words. But what surprised me most was when I warned him that I would hit him in the mouth and beat him for swearing, he laughed. And he was hit on the butt and laughed. I realized that he lacks attention. Mom came to see him. A redneck woman in a tracksuit. She brought the child clean clothes, juices, etc. It seemed to me that her concern was feigned, but I decided that she was, after all, a mother. And it's none of my business. The day before discharge, the boy said that he did not want to get better, but wanted to get sick with us. It turned out that after the hospital he was returning to the shelter. His mother visits him at his request. The issue of deprivation of parental rights is being decided because the mother stabbed the father twice with a knife. Not fatal, but dad has scars on his leg... By the way, the child is smart. I read him fairy tales, together we counted to 129, I prompted him. We lived together for 6 days, and by the fifth day he consciously helped, not because I was an adult, but because we were equal. He handed me diapers and I handed him books and a phone, he put the plates on the table, and I took them away. We have become one team. I even downloaded a song for him, from his words “Stas Mikhailovich - we fall to the ground together,” and listened to it, even though I can’t stand chanson. But as soon as I saw him smiling and singing along, I didn’t care anymore. This was a story about the fact that you can give love and attention even to other people’s children, so that their gloomy world becomes a little brighter.

Once I was drinking with my friends at karaoke, in a foreign area, far from home. I go out for a smoke and feel someone stuck to my feet. I see a puppy in a collar, it’s clearly homemade. Well, I pushed her away and went on for a walk. In the morning I called a taxi, went home, I went out to the car, and this puppy ran towards me again, maneuvering through dozens of other legs that had walked. What should I do? - took it. Bear has been with me for 4 months now and during this time everything in my life has changed to the greatest extent possible. better side! And yes, she is a girl - Michelle! The smartest and most loyal dog!

Mom divorced dad 10 years ago. Her grandmother (former mother-in-law) comes to visit her every year (her mother is married) and helps in every possible way. They are with dad's sister in general best friends... I dated my husband for 10 years, and always thought that I would have the same Friendly family.... I imagined how I would keep secrets with his older sister))) I’ve been married for three years and... they hate me, and all because after the birth of the child he stopped supporting his sister’s family... her husband doesn’t want work. They don’t understand that now we have our own family, a child, and he doesn’t owe them anything...

My husband pees while sitting at home. Therefore, I have no problems with the splashed floor, toilet and smell because of this) And all because he lived alone for three years and had to clean the toilet himself.

Unfamiliar numbers periodically call me on Viber; as a typical introvert, I never answered until one day a contact with a colleague’s last name, which is quite rare, called. I thought maybe I had lost my phone, so I called back. And lady, the secret is revealed: his daughter wanted to talk to Tigra, who is on my ava)) now not only do I answer all the calls, but I also start the conversation with “oo-hoo-hoo-hoo”

It has existed for five years, and, according to the creator of the project, Vladimir Ogurtsov, this is the most replicated name on VKontakte. Today, the idea of ​​“Overheard” has gone beyond the boundaries of one project, and now, upon request, you can find more than 120 thousand public pages - from “Overheard” of large universities to “Overheard” villages, hospitals and even factories.

Now the total monthly audience of the project is about 10 million people. Four years ago, Overheard created its own application for and. Around the same time, three books were published, the first of which () became a bestseller.

Ogurtsov says the team has about 20 people living in Moscow, St. Petersburg, Kyiv, Tashkent, Tel Aviv and Oslo. These are programmers, illustrators, moderators, and editors. The project’s employees do not reveal their identities, but especially for Afisha Daily, the editors of Overheard told what it’s like to experience hundreds of other people’s revelations every day without going crazy.

Anastasia

Chief Editor

Who is interested in “Overheard” and what the editors do

I think Overheard is so popular because it satisfies the desire to look into other people's windows - to find out how people live there. Working here, I came to the conclusion that this is not curiosity, but the need to feel not alone, to feel that same unity with the stranger who is reading your favorite book on the subway.

“Overheard” is universal for any audience (18+). In the mobile application, we have created a separate comfortable world so that everything is conducive to cozy reading and communication. We, of course, are not paradise, we are alive, readers can quarrel: there is even a separate category for this, which is assigned to the secret after its release - “Bombaleilo”. When everyone was on fire. We also have a column “Bulletin of the Collective Unconscious”, it is published once every two weeks. People often write to us en masse about the same topics: this week - about stupid bosses, last week - about unfaithful friends, next week - about the transience of life. The collectivity of this “unconscious” is noticeable against the general background, we are studying it.

There are unusual stories, but there are no unusual problems

The editor selects stories based on user choice and his own instincts. Since instinct is a subjective thing, we have several editors of different genders and ages. We arrange categories, make sure that something is not in excess or vice versa; we remove “bayans” from publication; We check the probability of the existence of some stories. For example, sometimes it is necessary to find out the statute of limitations for certain crimes or to find out the minimum pain threshold at which death from painful shock can occur. We also correct spelling and punctuation. Without this, alas, there is no way.

About other people's problems and scary observations

People seem to believe so much in the uniqueness of their own lives that when they have a... [no-win situation], they cannot admit that the solution to their problem has long been known. No, my mother is not a manipulator who, since childhood, blamed me for my father’s departure - I have something special. Working here, I realized that there are unusual stories, but there are no unusual problems.

There is a parable: a man died, went to God and asked what his purpose was. And God answered: “Do you remember how in such and such a year you were sitting in such and such a cafe and a visitor at the next table asked you to pass the salt?” The man nodded. “So this was your purpose.” I've been thinking about this parable a lot lately. I read stories and understand that a huge number of lives change from a random kind word from a stranger, from an outstretched handkerchief, from a flower given for no reason, from candy.

Sexual abuse and trauma in the parental family are a significant part of all secrets about childhood

There are other observations. By reading hundreds of secrets a day, I realized the true extent of violence, and it often appears in stories about childhood. not much, but sexual abuse and trauma in the parental family are a significant part of all secrets about childhood. And this is not “my mother spanked me with a belt for bad behavior,” this is “my mother hit me on the head with a rolling pin when I prayed incorrectly,” this is “the late Uncle Vasya touched me, and when I asked to leave, he said that he would tell my grandmother, as if I stole money from him.” Reading this, I don't feel bad for each individual author of the story. Probably because they happened a long time ago. But I have no escape from these statistics. This is scary.

Why are there so many strange stories?

I hear suspicions that we write our own stories only from those who have never read Overheard and have not seen how many secrets we receive every day. It's impossible to make this up. And everyone has such stories - you don’t have to look for them for long. Personally, in the seventh grade I fell in love with a classmate. Strong and unrequited. More than 12 years have passed since then. This guy has changed: he has gained weight and gone slightly bald. But until now, no matter what happens in my life, no matter how long I completely forget about his existence, I dream about him. I dream of a 13 year old boy (oh my god) younger brother already four years older than he was then), who calls me to the skating rink. And these are my happiest dreams.

And I also had a friend - the most talented person of all my acquaintances. One day I found out that he did not have both legs - at the age of 18 he got stuck in the railway switches while crossing the tracks with a bicycle. It became clear why he walked a little strangely, why he didn’t go to the water park with everyone, why we couldn’t run the race. At the age of 18, he began studying at a prestigious faculty, sang in a group, played the guitar, played sports professionally, and also had a girlfriend. And then he spent several years in hospitals, and neither his girlfriend nor his father ever visited him - he got away with buying donor blood. And he . He turned into an alcoholic in the third year of our friendship. We saw each other often, I offered him a job, took him out somewhere. He was coded, but he broke down. Then he called again, again promised to come sober, because he respects me, and again he came drunk. And finally I'm tired. We haven't seen each other for three years. The last time he called me was a year ago, drunk. I still feel like I couldn’t save someone very important to humanity.

Do you understand how this works? We are surrounded by it. For some reason we just don’t talk about this. Although, perhaps this is the most important thing that we have in general.

About professional deformation and internal changes

As a journalist, I am now very comfortable - I no longer have the gnawing feeling that I am doing meaningless things. Journalists write for journalists, readers form locations for consuming information, just as Facebook forms their feed - everyone around you agrees with you, everyone hates each other, old people continue to die in poverty, young people continue to leave, communal housing is growing, propaganda has lost all its shores. So, maybe for the first time I feel the importance and necessity of what I do. I work with everything that happens outside of news reports and discussions about the latest episode of my favorite series.

Having gotten winded, you look around and realize that you are inside a story that you yourself edited a couple of weeks ago.

Sometimes they ask me if I’m tired of working with all this “garbage” in other people’s heads, if I’m going crazy. My answer is always the same: “You are working with the same thing, only in a much more sophisticated form, because you are working with people who have in their heads everything that I am dealing with. And they, of course, can hide it behind their responsibilities. But why does your boss scream all the time? Why is a colleague exactly 10 minutes and 30 seconds late? Why did the security guard at the entrance in the morning stare so much out the window at the kids going to school that he forgot to ask the person passing by for a pass?”

My attitude towards people has changed. On the one hand, it’s hard: when communicating with any person, I subconsciously keep in my head that he can chew handkerchiefs before going to bed, because otherwise he won’t fall asleep; or experiences arousal only at the sight of dolphin genitals; or not celebrating New Year, because his mother was killed by a Christmas tree in the city center. Most likely, the person will never tell me about this. On the other hand, I have no illusions about this, a priori I accept a person as he is, because I know for sure: this is in everyone.

I can say that I have become less disappointed: as if I knew in advance the stages of development and the outcome of major life situations. There is no God complex here. In practice, everything is very human: after getting tired, you look around and realize that you are inside a story that you yourself edited a couple of weeks ago.

I also became more direct in communication. Often others perceive this as aggression. For example, above I told you a couple of short but personal stories. This alarms people - maybe because it disarms. But it has also become easier to choose who to communicate with: if you are not, in principle, ready to tell me how you slipped on a banana, we will not be friends.

Vladimir Ogurtsov

Creator of Overheard

About rules, prohibitions and mutual assistance

We have a list of topics. Moreover, there is a set of publication rules, which includes a list of topics that cannot or should not be touched upon. And this set of rules is read and studied by every member of the Overheard team who works with content.

The list of prohibited topics includes, for example:

Drug approval

Pedophilia, incest, bestiality, necrophilia

Outright cruelty and hatred towards someone

And a dozen more obvious and not so obvious topics.

Of course, there are exceptions to any of the rules, so if the editor sees that the secret does not violate the rules and laws, although it touches on a forbidden topic, he discusses with the editor-in-chief and other colleagues the possibility of publishing such a revelation.

We often receive requests for help in one situation or another. There are two reasons why we don't answer them. Firstly, everything is anonymous - we have no way to contact the author; secondly, we have a different format, and we cannot publish requests for help along with other content. We are already helping by partially replacing people with psychotherapy. In cases where the topic concerns everyone, we try to do something. For example, we recently began receiving stories related to oncology in large numbers. Then, in the next “Bulletin of the Collective Unconscious”, we told people about the problem and gave a link to a test about the risks of getting cancer, created by the Cancer Prevention Foundation.

Sofia

Editor, chief moderator

Is it difficult to select stories?

Everything seems to be in order in my head - I remember which stories were simply read and put aside, which were published, which were deleted. At first it was hard to read so many secrets at once; many of them completely horrified me, although I am not a particularly impressionable person. I even dreamed about some of the stories. But over time you get used to it, and now I can read a hundred, two hundred, three hundred secrets in a day and not get tired at all. Many revelations become predictable from the first words, some are very similar to those that have already been published - then you read diagonally, and this greatly speeds up the selection. And all this does not mix into one big secret: in my head, a cat who loves coffee cannot merge with a person who cannot cum from porn without flowers in the background.

In general, when you start editing secrets, you involuntarily display statistics in your head - how many people had the same thing. You read how people struggled, coped with grief, and take note. Sometimes I read a secret and I really want to hug the author and say that everything will be fine. And sometimes they write so poignantly that you think that if you lived through it, you would experience the same emotions. There are confessions that motivate me, and there are those that I like to re-read to tickle my nerves. Sometimes I specifically select stories so that I can discuss them with friends. There are some that still make me laugh three years later.

It’s almost impossible to surprise me, so I easily endure all the “terrible” addictions of friends and acquaintances, which they are even afraid to think about

It happens that in a secret I recognize myself. Mostly these are stories about family and friendship. My favorite confessions are about childhood. Many people who vacationed with their grandparents in the village encountered the feathered mafia - geese. A huge piece of my heart has been given to these long-necks, so one of my favorite revelations is about them:

“As a child, I was attacked by a goose at my grandmother’s in the village... I didn’t know then that these inadequate birds have sharp spiked teeth in their mouths, with which they not only pluck the grass, but also bite painfully, leaving enormous bruises. Crocodiles in feathers, damn it. Since then, I have been terribly afraid of them and always avoid them when I come to the village. The only thing worse than one goose is a flock of geese. When these aggressive bastards attack, they stretch out their long necks, flap their wings, start hissing and fly towards you. You can shit yourself. The only right decision in such a situation is to leave. If you run over a goose's neck with a bicycle, nothing will happen to it. Verified. The goose stretched out its neck and slipped it under the wheel itself.”

There is also a story that characterizes me completely and completely, my attitude to the world and many situations in principle, so it takes first place among all:

“I got out of an overturned bus. They say that at such moments life flashes before your eyes. I don’t know how it is with others, but at the time of the accident I only had time to think: “... [figurines] sparrows,” and that’s all...”

Kitchen of comments: likes, dislikes, quarrels and bans

To be a moderator, you first need to be a commentator yourself, experience how the rules work, communicate with users, and even take part in some quarrelsome moments. Comments in the “Overheard” mobile application are a whole world with its own “celebrities”.

Most often we ban and delete comments due to the fact that people do not read the rules or do not consider them important. I have always loved “Overheard” because the comments are clean - no insults, no spam, everyone is polite, and if there are some aggressive people, they are usually calmly explained why they are wrong. You want to stay in a place like this, so we try to maintain these conditions. I am a commentator myself, and if you read the rules from the very beginning and understand their essence, there will be no problems with staying in the application.

The user’s profile has a rating that expands opportunities and provides additional stories, so they try to earn it by hook or by crook. Someone, having written a couple of comments, instantly becomes popular, while others have to go long and hard to reach their cherished stars. Some, in pursuit of likes, try to simply present the opinion of the majority, while others even copy someone else’s opinion.

As a moderator, I consider comments that people have complained about, as well as comments that the system reacts to - these are messages with “special” words. Since it is impossible to keep track of everything, and we have to read more than 15,000 comments a day, we gave users the opportunity to “filter” them themselves and introduced dislikes. For now, the ability to dislike comments greatly simplifies the work of moderators.

How working at Overheard changes the way you treat people

I began to understand and accept people as they are. Or what they want to appear to be. It’s almost impossible to surprise me, so I easily endure all the “terrible” addictions of friends and acquaintances, which they are even scared or ashamed to think about. I encourage them, telling them how the other day I read about how a couple likes to make tea out of pissing panties. I have an answer to almost any situation in life: you are not the only one, there are much stranger people, and someone has definitely gotten into such a situation before. He got himself into trouble and got out - you'll get out even more so. This often reassures both myself and my friends.

Reading so many revelations and comments on them, you learn to enjoy the little things, realizing that everyone has their own happiness. You treat all oddities and family disagreements with understanding. Condemnation simply goes away. I began to perceive people and their stories according to the principle “anything can happen in life.”

In Omsk, investigators and officials are conducting a check at a lyceum due to an anonymous post in the school group “Overheard.” The brawler, as teenagers complain, has long kept everyone in fear and gets away with it. Most schools have similar anonymous communities that contain a wealth of information for spying on children. Izvestia looked into where thousands of eavesdropping groups came from and what are the advantages of this.

Denunciation of a hooligan

A photo of a dead boy with the caption “I know who killed him” is leading to the reopening of the investigation into a murder that took place a year ago on the grounds of a private girls' school in Ireland. The photograph was pinned to the school board of anonymous confessions, the so-called “Secret Place,” and miraculously fell into the hands of the police.

This is the beginning of a detective novel set in Ireland. Russian schools have their own “Secret Places” without any detectives - open and closed from prying eyes “Overheard” groups on social networks, posts in which can become a reason for action by journalists, officials and law enforcement agencies.

Omsk "Lyceum No. 92"

This happened the day before in Omsk, where the media began writing about an aggressive high school student who allegedly kept the entire lyceum in fear. The story began with a post in the group “Overheard at Lyceum 92.” An anonymous person says that a fight broke out between two eleventh-graders in a social studies lesson. Things seemed to have calmed down, but during one of the breaks the guys started arguing again.

“In one second there was an impact. Kolya unexpectedly hit Artyom (names have been changed - editor's note), as a result of which the latter did not even immediately understand what had happened. Blood flowed like a river, the entire toilet was covered in blood in a matter of seconds.”, the post says. According to the author, the commotion began when Artem went to the medical office: “At first, it seemed to me that it was nothing serious, just a nosebleed. During class I learn that he is being taken to the hospital by ambulance. Where the operation is already being performed” (hereinafter in the text the spelling of the authors is preserved).

In general, an ordinary fight, but the authors of the post and several schoolchildren began to complain in the comments that the fighter had been annoying them for a long time, pestering girls and bringing a bat and a traumatic pistol to school, and no one responded to their complaints and the complaints of their parents. A message in the group for children and teenagers “Overheard” became the reason for an investigation by investigators.

“During the inspection, all the circumstances of the incident will be clarified, as well as the reasons and conditions that contributed to the student committing an offense within the walls of the educational institution; the teenager’s actions will be given a legal assessment,” said Larisa Boldinova, senior assistant to the head of the Investigative Directorate for the Omsk Region.

The mayor's office also responded. They confirmed that the fight had taken place and assured that the lyceum management was already conducting a pedagogical investigation.

Overheard at the FSB, school and at a manicure

The first public page “Overheard” appeared on VKontakte in 2012. First, the creator of the project, Vladimir Ogurtsov, opened the “Channel of Dreams” group with anonymous retellings of dreams, then there were more topics for posts and confessions, and so “Overheard” appeared. Now a search for social networks reveals more than 133 thousand similar local communities - from urban ones, ending with “Overheard in the FSB”, “at the traffic police”, CSKA, in a beauty salon and so on.

Over the past few years, local “Overheard” groups have regularly become a source of information for the media. While parents of children in Petrozavodsk, for example, in a city group discuss the depressing state of the educational institution and the inaction of officials, schoolchildren do not lag behind and deal with their issues in similar communities.

“Overheard at School” is an all-Russian VK community with 250 thousand participants. The posts are mostly harmless - photos of notebook pyramids, teen memes, complaints about a busy schedule, school diary excerpts with remarks (for example, “smoked incense in the toilet”) and stupid photos from the classroom without the teacher.

Dozens, if not hundreds of educational institutions have such groups. The college group in the village of Shkolny, Sverdlovsk region, has accumulated 1.5 thousand participants in five years. " Are you up to date with all the latest college or school news and gossip, but don't know what to do with this information? You have a chance to glorify your friends and yourself!” - the essence of all such groups is in the description of one. Among the posts that resemble a bulletin board, there may be an anonymous message with a link to a profile and an offer to discuss “this skin.” Or something like: “Golubiva is ZHYRNAYA, but Zubkova is not that kind, look at Golubiva, this is a life tank, think about what you are up to.”

And even in those groups where constructive questions about new teachers, tutors and the organization of holidays prevail, there are posts about ranking girls by breast size. The anonymity of many groups is very relative - teachers can easily identify their students from the list of participants. Another thing is that the most interesting things remain in closed communities, where child admins weed out suspicious participants.

“In general, some teachers have now become unruly. Not only are most of them UNINTERESTED in class, they do their job poorly, but they also allow themselves all sorts of extremes,” writes a participant in the “eavesdropping” of one of the schools in Bashkiria in discussions about how teachers promise to punish for participating in groups.

Digital version of the school toilet

School groups, where posts about schedules and competitions prevail, have obviously been taken over by teachers - and this corresponds to the mechanism that applies to adult local communities, says social psychologist Alexey Roshchin.

G The Podslushano groups on VKontakte partially satisfied the population’s need for local communities where they could discuss pressing problems.

- Previously, in the USSR and the so-called “post-Soviet” period, the creation of such groups was not encouraged, so as not to disrupt the centralized system with directive opinion,- he noted in a conversation with Izvestia.

Create and support their work in real life people in general are not very ready, but within the electronic community they are ready to interact.

It in itself is a factor in the development of society: people not only describe certain events, they discuss them, develop general approach and a look at what is happening, says the social psychologist. But when talking about schoolchildren, you need to understand that “Overheard” is also a digital version of the walls in school toilets scrawled with curses, declarations of love and other shouts, he adds.

Communities like this, where you can anonymously talk about painful things, are vital for children and adolescents at turning points when they are trying to grow up and are looking for communication outside the family., explains consultant psychologist on child and adolescent psychology Andrey Kasyan.

Nowadays, teachers are not of the caliber who are ready to listen to children and solve their problems,” the psychologist told Izvestia. - Creating groups where children and teenagers can discuss some secret, desire, pain is part of growing up. At the moment of pronouncing the problem, they are looking for options.

Ideally, parents need to prepare the ground for the moment when their child has a need to discuss problems not with them - this could be, for example, a sports section, says Andrei Kasyan. Groups on social networks are not the best option, since they only imitate live communication and can be out of sight of adults for a long time.

Infiltrators in the “eavesdropping”

Like any school, we have a school “Overheard”, where all the most important gossip is discussed — which fifth-grader kissed whom, who loves whom, and so on. Come in, read, there is such a Santa Barbara. The group is closed, I am using a fake account because teachers are not allowed there, - said Nikita Semushin, a history and social studies teacher from a Perm school.

Here’s a complaint from a mother who discovered her fifth-grader son among their school’s “Overheard” subscribers: “She asked me to leave. The child said that he himself did not expect that bad words are written there. I think the child doesn’t even understand half of what’s there (teenage slang words). Or maybe not delete it? At least everything is supervised, - the parent argues. - Our teachers are aware of the existence of this group. They don't comment. Most likely, they are used as a source of insider information and monitor sentiment.”

Photo: RIA Novosti / Natalia Seliverstova

“I am categorically against requiring teachers to do this as well, but this is required of them,” she noted in an interview with Izvestia. Irina Volynets admits that monitoring information in such groups can predict crime or suicide - they can often be the only place where a child can speak out

Two years ago, as part of a study on bullying, the 12 Collegium Child and Adolescent Development Center studied “eavesdropping” school communities. According to the results of the analysis, 37% of posts are ordinary communication and searching for contacts, 17% are bullying, 15% each are occupied by informational posts, posts about self-realization and “expression of emotions.”

In some schools, up to 30% of posts (and on average 17%) are of a bullying nature, which manifests itself in direct insults, publication of unsuccessful and edited photographs, threats and even surveys to find out the school’s opinion about a specific student who has already been humiliated here, they said in the center. At the same time, in many communities, teenagers themselves wrote down rules of behavior prohibiting insults and monitored their compliance.

Despite the fact that school groups “Overheard” often resemble a collection of insults, they speak about the ability of students to organize themselves. In general, the prevalence of such groups, including among children and adolescents, indicates the beginnings of civil society, summarizes social psychologist Alexey Roshchin.

Have you always wanted to speak out, but feel a little ashamed because of the stories that happened to you? Then the Overheard web service was created just for you! Today, this is a huge community on VKontakte, in which you can not only write your own texts anonymously, but also read other people’s, no less interesting stories from life that were written by living people.

Community Overheard VK

Vladimir Ogurtsov is the creator of this idea and one of the community administrators in VKontakte. We once published with him. The rest are hidden, but rest assured that a whole team of people is working on this service, because every day they receive thousands of written stories, each of which needs to be read!

How to publish anonymously

So how do you write truly anonymously? Here are the detailed instructions:

• Come here: http://ideer.ru/secrets/add/
• Type text in the window provided for this purpose.
• Type correctly, tell something really interesting and funny, then you will definitely be published.
• Share your secret story, enter the captcha to verify that you are a real person and not a bot, and click the "Submit" button.
• Your secret will be sent for moderation and soon you will most likely see it in the VKontakte community.

1. Subscribe to the community on VKontakte and follow entries in your news.
2. Download the application to your smartphone and read the records through a convenient program from your phone.
3. Add the site to your bookmarks and follow updates there. In the same place, by the way, you can leave comments under the entries from your VKontakte page, if you want.

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