A parable for a man's 30th birthday. Caucasian toasts, parables, jokes for a woman’s anniversary

She answered, and the wall in front of them collapsed. They set off again and again came across a stone wall. It was the second woman's turn to talk about how many men she had affairs with. She said this, and exactly half of the bricks fell out of the wall. The women, with difficulty, overcame this obstacle. And again they set off, and again they came across a wall. “Well, now it’s your turn,” the women turned to their younger friend. She admitted how many men loved her, and the wall did not budge. So let’s drink to the fact that all barriers fall before our birthday girl!

Once upon a time an old man, a wonderful plum tree grew in his garden. When the fruits were ripe, he filled the basket with the choicest ones and took it to the Sultan in the hope of a good reward. By chance he met the Sultan in the middle of the road and handed him a basket. The Sultan ordered one of the butlers to take the basket and detain the old man, without explaining for what purpose. And the goal was to thank in detail and give a reward. But the butler, in the bustle of the street, thought that he had been ordered to arrest the old man and threw him into prison, where he whole year languished because the Sultan forgot about this fleeting street incident. Suddenly the Sultan fell ill, and no medicine could ease his suffering. They thought that the cause of the illness could be the fact of injustice in the actions of the Sultan, they began to stir up his past deeds, and then the butler remembered the old man. The Sultan was in highest degree was saddened to hear this news, and sent the old man to his treasury, leaving him to choose any jewel for himself. The old man chose a cheap, shiny axe, cut down a plum tree, and buried the axe. For not accepting freebies! For suppressing yourself the slightest sign greed and greed, the desire to get rich, to receive a golden fee for a trifle, for what you should give as a gift from your bright and simple soul!

One day a merchant asked a fakir: “Why aren’t you afraid to keep a snake in your bosom?” You must be a very brave person? “You see,” the fakir answered, “there are three types of courage.” The first is when the brave man does not imagine the size of the danger and therefore does not feel fear. The second is when a brave man imagines the size of the danger, but overcomes his fear. And the third type of courage is the courage of knowledge, that is, when, thanks to knowledge, you are not afraid, and a person who is not privy to the intricacies of the matter considers you brave. That's why I'm not afraid. For the courage to be brave! For the courage to hang such a responsible and obliging label on yourself! May its bearer be forgiven for instances of cowardice; these seconds are trivial and insignificant compared to the daily hard work of carrying such a weighty label!

One worker came to the master and said: - Master! Why do you only pay me five kopecks, but Ivan always pays five rubles? The master looks out the window and says: “I see someone coming.” It looks like they are transporting hay past us. Come out and take a look. The worker came out. He came in again and said: “It’s true, master.” Like hay. - Don’t you know where? Maybe from Semyonovsky meadows? - Don't know. - Go and find out. The worker went. Enters again. - Master! Exactly, from the Semenovskys. - Do you know if the hay is the first or second cut? - Don't know. - So go and find out! The worker came out. Coming back again. - Master! First mowing! - Don’t you know why? - Don't know. - So go and find out. I went. He returned and said: - Master! Five rubles each. - Don’t they give it away cheaper? - Don't know. At this moment Ivan enters and says: - Master! Hay was being transported past from the Semenovsky meadows of the first cut. They asked for 5 rubles. We bargained for 3 rubles per cart. I drove them into the yard, and they were unloading there... The master turns to the first worker and says: - Now do you understand why you are paid 5 kopecks, and Ivan 5 rubles?!? ... So let's drink to us and to our personal qualities and competencies, for which our managers value us and which allow us to earn good

The American Indians have a legend that tells of how one night a coyote was called to arrange the stars in the sky. Being sleepy, the coyote couldn't see where he was going and fell! The stars scattered into different sides and formed the sparkling patterns that we see every night. Let's drink to the hope that any, even the most unreasonable act of our birthday boy will bring the same wonderful results.

An eagle sits on a mountain peak.
He looks around and thinks:
- Look to the right - mountains. Boring! Left
look - mountains. Boring! And if you peck yourself in the tail, it hurts!
Likewise, many people, because the surroundings are boring, begin to peck at themselves, i.e. are engaged in self-criticism! I mean our birthday girl. My advice to you is to look in the mirror more often: everything is fine with you, everything is fine!.. One person is asked: don’t you ever smile? “I’m sad,” he replies. "Merrier than sadness!" - they advise him. This is what I want to advise you!

In ancient times, an ancient frigate was wrecked in the ocean. Only one person was able to escape - he grabbed a floating long plank and remained on the surface of the water. Half an hour later, out of nowhere, the second victim emerged and grabbed the other end of this plank. The first one started crying. The second one asked:
- Why are you crying?
The first one said:
-Wah! Such a guest, but there is nothing to treat him with!
So let's drink to our dear hosts, who will always find something to treat even uninvited guests!

Chinese wisdom says:
“When you were born, you cried, and everyone around you rejoiced. Make it so that when you leave, everyone cries, and you alone smile.”
For what was said!

“A person has two main directions in life,” one sage noted, “he either rolls or climbs.” What's easier? It seems the first. But don't rush to conclusion. Those who roll very quickly lose their “life” and leave the stage prematurely. It’s hard to imagine a person who would roll until, say, 70 years old! And you can climb! Here is our birthday boy from the category of climbers. And let him climb until he is 100 years old. My toast: to the most healthy looking sport - for mountaineering!

The ancient Chinese have a legend that tells how a dragon once swallowed the Sun. The people beat the drums and shouted to scare the dragon. And it seems to have worked - the Sun has returned. I want to drink to the hope that solar eclipses will never happen in the life of our birthday boy, and if this happens, that there will always be people nearby who can beat the drums.

One wise man said: “The most amazing thing about a person is not that he often grieves over the lost state, but that he is not upset as his life passes.” Let us raise a toast so that every day of our lives may pass brightly and profitably.

One of the eastern sages said: “It is easy to make people know you, but it is difficult to truly know yourself.”
I want to wish my son to know himself. This will help him achieve the noble goal that he has set for himself. Happy birthday, son!

How a wise man different from smart? A wise person will never find himself in a situation from which a smart person will come out with honor. So let's raise our glasses so that our birthday boy has the patience to be smart, the intelligence to become wise and the wisdom to remain ourselves!

One ancient legend says that once upon a time, in an old eastern city, there lived a man of extraordinary wisdom. Crowds of people flocked to him for advice, since the doors of his house were always open. But not everyone liked it. The sage also had envious people. And then one day one of them decided to disgrace the sage by asking him a question that he could not answer. He went to the meadow and caught the most beautiful butterfly. Having placed it in his palm, he decided: “I will ask the sage which butterfly I have in my hands - alive or dead. If he says - alive, I will close my palms, and she will die, if he says - dead, I will open my palms, and she will fly away. Then everyone will be convinced that this sage does not know everything.” Having come to the sage, the envious one asked: “O wisest one, which butterfly is in my hands - alive or dead?” The sage, without thinking twice, answered: “Everything is in your hands...” So let’s drink to ensure that our birthday boy never envy anyone and always understands that everything is in his hands!

Chain of love. Modern parables.

Chain of love. Modern

parables

Brian was driving along a deserted road. Suddenly he saw a stalled Mercedes on the side of the road. She sat in it elderly woman, looking completely confused. He stopped in front of her car, got out of his old Pontiac and walked towards the now desperate woman. The lady was very scared, because the whole time she was sitting in the car, no one stopped. And this young man - will he harm her?

“My name is Brian Anderson,” he introduced himself. - I will help you, madam. For now, move into my car - you will be a little warmer there.

Having examined the car, he realized that the car's tire had burst. However, due to her age, the woman simply could not cope with the problem herself. Brian squatted down, looked under the car to determine where to place the jack, then rubbed his hands to warm his fingers and got to work. After changing the tire, the young man smiled.

The lady asked:

- How much do I owe you for my work? — and hastily added: “The price doesn’t matter.”

Brian replied:

-You don't owe me anything. I just helped in Hard time to those who needed it. After all, only God knows how many times people have helped me in the past. If you really want to thank me, then the next time you see someone in need, help that person and then remember me.

The woman thanked her and got into her car. A few kilometers later she saw a restaurant. She went into it to warm up and have a snack before the road. The girl serving her smiled welcomingly, despite the fact that she had clearly been on her feet all day. It was clear that neither her work, nor pregnancy, nor everyday worries deprived this girl of her friendliness.

After finishing her dinner, the woman paid for it with a $100 bill. While the girl went to get change, the lady quickly left the restaurant. When she returned, she discovered that the woman had disappeared. She looked around the table and noticed a note on the table. Tears flowed from her eyes when she read what was written: “You don’t owe me anything. I just passed by. Someone helped me today - just like I am doing for you. If you really want to pay me, then all you have to do is not let this chain of love end with you.” Under the napkin on the table were four more $100 bills. And how could the lady know how much she and her husband needed money?

A parable is a story with a moral lesson at the end. Congratulations and simple toasts in the form of a parable are very much appreciated during the feast due to the originality of the presentation. A successful parable can be used to congratulate you on your birthday, offer a drink, or cheer up your guests.

There lived a pack of wolves in the jungle. The leader of the pack was very old. And when the pack had to go hunting, the leader said that he was not able to lead the pack. Then a young, strong wolf approached the leader and asked him to allow him to lead the pack. The old wolf agreed, and the pack went in search of food. A day later, the flock returned from hunting with prey. The young wolf told the leader that they attacked seven hunters and easily killed them. The time had come for the pack to go hunting again, and a young wolf led it. The pack was gone for a long time. And then the old wolf saw the young one, covered in blood. He told the leader that the pack attacked three people, and only he was left alive. The old wolf asked in surprise:
- But on the first hunt, the pack killed seven armed hunters, and everyone returned safe and with prey?
To this the young wolf replied:
- Then there were just seven hunters, but this time there were three best friend.
So let's drink to friendship!

Uzyk-mar-Nar once said:
- I'm tired of you, wife!
From now on I long to be free,
Go away, you are no longer needed!
Shatanna answered him:
- I always obeyed you
I'll leave home early in the morning.
But we lived for so many years loving
And it’s not good for us, my wise friend,
Don't invite me to the farewell feast
Our neighbors, so that in the morning
None of them could say:
“He sent his wife away without a feast,
By violating our mountain adat.”
- I agree, the wine will flow through the night,
I am glad for the farewell feast.
All night the wine flowed like a river
And the kebabs ripened on the coals:
Old Nar said goodbye to his wife.
Both he and the guests got drunk.
Woke up in the morning Uzyk-Nar
From shaking and body pain.
Opening his eyes, he recognized his wife,
She carried him in a cart.
- Wait, where are you taking me?
Have you gone crazy, oh God?
- After all, you said: “You’ll take it with you,
What is more dear to you!
I raise my glass
For women who are in bad times
A man is valued like a diamond
And gold is the most expensive!

One evening a young woman came into the telegraph office and in a trembling voice asked for a form. She wrote a telegram on one form, tore it up, then on a second one - and tore it up again. Then she wrote a third telegram and handed it to the window, asking him to send it quickly. When the telegram was sent and the sender went home, the telegraph operator inquired about the first two. Here's what was written in the first one:
"Everything is over. I don’t want to see you anymore.”
The second one had this text:
“Don’t try to write or see me anymore.”
And in the third, the woman wrote:
“Come immediately by the next train. Waiting for an answer".
So let's drink to the constancy of female character!

There is an old, old legend, it tells about the history of winemaking.
Zeus's son Bacchus was handsome, strong and brave. One day he went on a long journey. He walked easily. The high sun shone so brightly that the road dust seemed like a scattering of gold. Feeling tired, the young man sat down on a stone. And suddenly at his feet he noticed a small twig, barely sticking out of the ground. There was something touching about the thin, defenseless stem. Bacchus decided to take him with him. He carefully dug it up by the roots and, holding it in his hand, set off. After walking a few steps, he noticed that the plant began to dry out from the heat. How to save him? He picked up a bird bone from the road and put a twig into it. But right before our eyes the branch grew, and the bird’s bone soon became too small for it. The young god found a lion bone that contained the plant along with a bird bone. But the branch continued to grow, and the path was still long. And then, on the side of the road, he saw a large donkey bone...
When he got there, the branch intertwined the bones of a bird, a lion, and a donkey so intricately that there was no way to separate them. The young man decided that this was a trick evil forces. I buried the plant in the ground along with the bones. And soon a bush of unprecedented height grew here. In autumn, huge clusters of juicy sweet berries hung on it. It was grapes. Bacchus collected the harvest, pressed the juice and prepared a magical drink from it, which was later called wine. He did not reveal the secret of cooking to anyone, but he generously treated everyone who came to him.
And then something strange happened: when people drank one glass each, they cheered up and sang like birds, another glass - they became strong like lions, drank even more - and the heads of the guests sank low, like the heads of donkeys.
Therefore, listen to me, horsemen: you need to drink just enough wine to have fun and sing like birds or work with the strength of a lion. And never drink again, lest your heads bow down like the heads of donkeys!

Three travelers were walking along a rocky mountain road. A day goes by, two. The water has long since run out, the thirst has tormented me, and there is not a single source nearby. But suddenly the travelers saw on their way an orange tree, miraculously growing among the inaccessible bare rocks. Losing strength, the exhausted travelers reached a tree on which there were three fruits.
The first traveler, not wanting to spend his last strength on peeling the juicy fruit, tried to squeeze the juice out of the orange, but the thick peel let in very little of the saving moisture, which was not enough to save himself from thirst. The second, seeing the fate of the first, tried to eat the whole orange without peeling it. However, the bitter and tough peel stuck in my parched throat. The third took into account the mistakes of the first two. Having spent his last strength to remove the peel, he peeled the fruit, and the life-giving pulp saved his life.
So let's drink so that we always peel off the bitter skin of quarrels, insults and adversities and revel in the juicy fruits of love!

Once a Georgian married a Ukrainian. When the wedding was over and the newlyweds were left alone, the Georgian sat down on a bench and said morally with an accent:
“Now you are my wife, and I’ll tell you what.” If I come home and my hat is here,” he pulled his hat onto his forehead, then you feed me, give me something to drink, caress me, but don’t bother me with anything!.. And if I come home and I have my hat here here,” he pushed his hat to the back of his head, “then you feed me, give me something to drink, caress me, and then you can ask for whatever you want!..
- Now listen here! - his young wife interrupted him. “If you come home and my hands are here,” she rested her hands on her steep sides, “then I don’t give a damn where your hat is!”
So let's drink to women's persuasiveness!

A certain king was crooked. A skilled painter was with him.
For some reason the monarch disliked him and was looking for a reason to find fault.
“Paint my portrait, but such that it looks exactly like me,” he once ordered the artist.
“So my end has come,” the artist thought sadly. “If I draw him crooked, he will execute me.” If I portray him as seeing, he will say:
“It doesn’t look like it!” - and he will also cut off his head.
An acute situation gives rise to resourcefulness. The artist painted a deer, and next to him was a king with a gun in his hands, one eye, blind, closed, as if the king was taking aim. In this form he presented the portrait to the sovereign.
He could not find fault with the painter, and his life was saved.
This toast is to the talented and resourceful.

There lived an old man on the shore blue sea and he was already a hundred years old. One day someone knocked on his door.
- Who's there? - asked the old man.
“It’s me, your Wealth, open it to me,” they answered from behind the door.
“I was already rich, but the money left me long ago.” No, I won’t open the door for you, don’t even ask,” said the old man.
And the wealth is gone. Some time passed, and again there was a knock on the door. The old man asked again who was bothering him.
“It’s me, your Love, open to me,” they answered him.
– I already had love, I was married. But my wife died a long time ago - why do I need love? No, I won't let you in.
And Love left unsalted. And for the third time there was a knock on the door. And again the old man came to the door to find out who needed him. Happiness stood outside the door and asked to come into the house.
“Well,” said the old man, “I had happiness too.” But that too passed. Go away, I don't need happiness.
Happiness has gone away. Before the old man had time to move away from the door, there was a knock again.
-Who is bothering me again?
- It's us, your friends!
The old man replied:
– I’m always glad to have friends! Come in!
He opened the door, and together with his friends, Love, Wealth, and Happiness entered his house. I propose to raise our glasses so that the doors of this house will always be open for friends, and with them everything else will come to the owner!

A man and a dog were walking along a long, deserted, tiresome road. He walked and walked, terribly tired, and the dog was tired too. Suddenly in front of him is an oasis! Beautiful gates, behind the fence - music, flowers, the murmur of a stream...
- What it is? – the traveler asked the gatekeeper.
- This is heaven, you have already died, and now you can go in and truly relax.
- Is there water there?
– As many as you like: clean fountains, cool pools...
- Will they give you food?
- Whatever you want.
- But I have a dog with me.
- I'm sorry, but dogs are not allowed. She will have to be left here.
And the traveler walked past... After some time, the road led him to a farm. There was also a gatekeeper at the gate.
“I’m thirsty,” the traveler asked.
- Come in, there is a well in the yard.
- And my dog?
- Near the well you will see a drinking bowl.
- What about food?
- I can treat you to dinner.
- And the dog?
- There will be a bone.
-What kind of place is this?
- It is a paradise.
- How so? The gatekeeper at a nearby palace told me that heaven was there.
- He lies everything. It's hell there.
- How can you, in heaven, tolerate this?
- This is very useful for us. Only those who do not abandon their friends reach heaven...
I raise my glass to true and loyal friends!

Let men forgive me, because we are talking about women.
In an ancient legend
Since then we have learned
That loyalty to your beloved is in many ways
Depends on hair color.
The young men walked, arguing,
Along the seashore.
And there is no end in sight to the dispute
But suddenly we met by the sea
They are a gray-haired sage.
-You are old, you are wise,
We've been arguing all morning.
- What is your dispute?
I just don't understand.
– Don’t trust brown-haired women
Don't trust brunettes
Or can you trust no one?
– I personally am afraid of both whites and redheads,
But I know, I swear by my beard,
That a woman can then only believe
When she turns grey.
Men, I see, are smiling again,
They laugh at women.
And your brother, probably, at his word
And you can't trust a bald man.
Friends, let's drink to us - curly, gray, black, bald, but devoted!

One Georgian prince had an only son. The prince wanted to educate him the best way. Began to consult with smart people. He consulted and decided that only virtue was respected. And abstinence leads to virtue, which protects a person from vice. And the prince decided that his young son would become a virtuous man. The prince gathered his servants and said:
“I declare to you all: if any woman dares to appear near my house or in the garden, or even near my garden, she should be severely punished.” It's about O beautiful women, which give rise to vicious thoughts in men. So, remember my order.
Virtue and wisdom reigned in the garden and in the prince’s house. But a year has passed. One day, while walking through the garden at night, the prince heard a passionate whisper in the thickets of flowers. The prince announced the alarm, soldiers surrounded the garden and soon brought his son to the prince, accompanied by a woman wrapped in a veil. The prince shouted when he saw the woman:
- Tear off the covers from her! Let everyone see the weapon of vice!
A woman appeared before everyone, crooked in one eye. It was a scullery maid, left in the palace only because of her disgrace.
- Explain to me, my son, where were your eyes?
The prince's son bowed forward and answered:
“Father, this woman is not as bad as you think!” True, she has one eye. But isn’t there only one sun shining in the sky, father? And we find it wonderful. And we believe that this is enough. It gives us quite a bit of light.
The prince, clutching his head, shouted:
- Enough, I cancel my order!
So let's raise our glasses to the love that always arises where there is at least one woman and at least one man!

When one respected aksakal celebrated his eightieth birthday and the fiftieth anniversary of his life together with his wife, he was asked:
– How did you manage to maintain family life and at the same time good health?
“There’s no secret to this, it’s just that when my wife and I got married, we made an agreement with her: as soon as we quarrel, I put on a burka and go to the mountains. So it was precisely daily walks in the mountains that brought such benefits to both my health and my family life.
So let's drink to the wives with whom we become long-livers!

A man and a bear fraternized. The man invited Toptygin to visit and gave a feast in his honor. And when he said goodbye, he kissed the clubfoot and asked his wife to do the same. But the wife spat and said angrily:
– I can’t stand smelly guests!
Soon the man visited the bear. Having decided to chop wood on the way back, he took an ax with him. Mishka greeted the guest affectionately, and then began to persistently ask him:
- Hit me on the head with an ax!
The man refused for a long time: is it really possible?! But the owner of the den insisted on his own. What to do? The guest hit the clubfoot on the head with a butt and seriously injured him. A month later, the friends met again. The bear’s head managed to heal, and he said to the man: “You see, brother: the wound from the ax has healed, but the heart, wounded by your wife’s tongue, has not healed.” The tongue can not only injure, but also kill.
Let us handle this dangerous weapon carefully!

Respectable people gathered at the table. And the women asked: “What is love?”
One woman says:
– Love is probably a disease.
The doctor stands up:
- No, this is not a disease. Most likely, this is work, because it stands out very a large number of energy.
The architect stands up:
- Well, what kind of work is this? After all, everything is so perfect. Rather, it is art.
The art critic stands up:
- No. Art needs an audience. And this happens one on one. Rather, it is a process.
The lawyer stands up:
– What a process it is when both sides are satisfied. Rather, it is science.
The old professor stands up:
- What kind of science is this when every young student can do it, but I, an old professor, cannot!
So let's drink to the eternal students! In love!

The parents had an only son. He lived happily and grew up happily. He had friends, as he called them. And then one day he met beautiful girl and decided to marry her. In the pre-wedding efforts, the father approached his son and suggested:
- Come on, son, I'll call your friends.
And the son agreed.
And then the solemn day came - the wedding day. All the neighbors and relatives gathered, colleagues, just acquaintances and strangers came. But there were no friends - not a single friend showed up at the wedding. And when the son asked his father a question, he answered:
- Son, I wanted to check on your friends, and instead of inviting them to the wedding, I sent them a request for help. As you can see, no one came.
So let's drink to real friends! For us and our friendship!

Vacationers on the beach caught a bottle in the water. They opened it, and a note fell out: “I live on a desert island. There are no bandits, no loans, no debtors, no creditors, no cops, no tax inspectors, no businessmen, no bankers, no graters, no showdowns... May you all burst with envy!” And the signature: “New Georgian.”
Let's drink to you, my friends, being lucky in life too!

A wife wakes up her husband in the morning after a feast in honor of his payday.
- Vakhtang, get up, it’s late!
– Woman, have you cleaned my jacket?
- Cleaned it up, Vakhtang, get up!
- Woman, have you cleaned my shoes?
- What, Vakhtang, are there pockets there too?
So let's raise a glass to our gentle and caring wives!

Once a horseman decided to get married and came to his father. At that time, the father was sitting thoughtfully under the shade of an old tree and drawing something in the sand with a twig. Dzhigit, approaching him, said:
- Father, I need your advice. I met amazingly beautiful girl and I want her to become my wife.
The father, without looking up from his thoughts, drew a zero in the sand.
“Father, I’m sure she will be a wonderful housewife.”
Father, still not looking up from his thoughts, drew another zero. The horseman continued to list the girl’s merits, but the old father all this time drew only zeros. The guy finally despaired and exclaimed:
- Father, we love each other!
After that, the father looked at his son respectfully and drew a unit in front of all the zeros.
So let's drink to love, which can increase all virtues thousands of times!

The Eastern ruler once visited a prison where twenty prisoners were serving their sentences.
- Why are you sitting there? - asked the bishop.
Nineteen out of twenty immediately swore that they were imprisoned innocently, solely due to a judicial error. And only the twentieth admitted that he was in prison for theft.
“Release him immediately,” the bishop ordered, “he can render bad influence on all others honest people that are located here.
So let's drink to the people whose honesty helps them to be free!

Two leopards were circling in the forest and came across a hut. There was a leopard skin on the floor.
– Do you know what this is? – one leopard asked the other. He looked at the skin and trembled, whispering in horror:
- Let's run! This is my mother-in-law!
Let's move our glasses in honor of good mothers-in-law, whom we would not be afraid of!

Once upon a time there were two friends. They fell in love with one girl, and she said to them:
“I love you both, but you will light a fire on both sides of the river.” Whoever's fire burns longer is the one I will marry.
They did just that: tourniquet-tourniquet... and one fell asleep. The second sees that his friend has fallen asleep, swims across the river, throws firewood at him, swims back and... falls asleep. The first one, waking up, sees that his friend’s fire is going out, swims across the river, looks, but he has no wood, and throws himself into the fire...
So let's drink to the fact that each of us has such a friend.

One mosque rector addressed his parishioners after the holiday:
- Unhappy ones, know that you have fallen below animals. Well, put two buckets in front of the donkey: one with water, the other with wine. What will he drink?
- Of course, water! – answered many listeners.
- That's right, water. And why?
- Because he's an ass! – came a friendly answer.
My friends, let’s not become like foolish donkeys, let’s pour wine into glasses and drink, especially in such pleasant company!

There is a wonderful legend in the Caucasus.
The old khan had one and only son and his name was Sandro. He was good to everyone - handsome, strong, dexterous, and smart, but the trouble was: he had no memory. The old khan wanted him to have many grandchildren, so that cheerful children's voices could be heard in the house. But there was no way his son could get married. No matter which girl Sandro meets, after five minutes he can no longer remember who she is or what her name is.
And so Sandro decided to go to distant lands for his bride. The khan gave him a parting amulet and said:
“My son, when you meet a girl you like, give her this amulet.” She will put it around her neck, and you will always be able to remember her by this amulet.
Sandro left and traveled for a long time through high mountains, valleys and villages, but did not meet a single girl who would suit his heart. And then one day, tired, hungry and thirsty, he wandered into a village. In the center of the village there was a deep well with clean cold water, and a girl stood at the well and drew water.
“Beauty,” Sandro turned to her, “give me something to drink, I’m dying of thirst.”
The girl poured him not water, but delicious wine, and he got drunk.
- Dear girl, give me a piece of bread, I’m dying of hunger.
The girl baked a magnificent pie and fed him. And he realized that he would not meet a better girl on his way, gave her the amulet, and said that if she wanted to become his wife, then let her come to his homeland, he would recognize her by the amulet. And he left.
The girl thought and realized that she had fallen in love with the young traveler. She went to Sandro in the city, but lost the amulet on the way. That's why Sandro didn't recognize his bride when he saw her.
The girl brought with her her delicious wine and a magnificent pie. Sandro tried them, remembered her and never forgot her again.
Let's drink to the golden hands of the hostess, who today created such dishes, the divine taste of which can make you forget everything in the world!

One elder told me an old legend. A long time ago there lived a man in the mountains. He somehow angered fate - and was severely punished for his sin. This man was constantly thirsty, but could not quench it. He drank from wells, drank from fast mountain rivers, but thirst pursued him. And even best wine couldn't help him. One day he walked into an unfamiliar house and asked for a drink. A girl of unearthly beauty brought him a jug of ordinary water. The man fell in love with her at first sight, and forgot about everything in the world except this girl. Even about your thirst.
So let's raise a toast to the kind of love that can quench even the strongest thirst!

One wise man had a daughter. Two people came to her to marry her: a rich man and a poor man. The sage said to the rich man:
“I will not give my daughter for you,” and he married her off to a poor man.
When asked why he did this, he replied:
“The rich man is stupid, and I’m sure he will become poor.” The poor man is smart, and I foresee that he will achieve happiness and prosperity.
If that sage were with us today, he would raise the cup of wine to the fact that when choosing a groom, brains are valued, not wallets.

One prince invited a musician to his place and asked him to entertain him. The musician played very well.
- May your hand be blessed! – the prince praised the musician. - For a wonderful game, I will give you a gold cigarette case.
The musician thanked the prince and the next day came for what he had promised.
- What cigarette case? Yesterday you delighted me with a good game, and I delighted you with my promise. What's left of your game is the same thing left of my promises.
Let's drink so that the promises of men do not dissipate like the wind!

One merchant had a son. A merchant once gave him a coin and said:
- Take it, son, and try to save money.
The son threw the coin into the water. The father found out about this, but said nothing. The son did nothing, did not work, but only ate and drank in his father’s house. Then the father called his son and said:
- Go, son, and earn money yourself.
The son went and got a job. From morning until late evening he kneaded bare feet clay and, having received the money, brought it home.
“Look, father,” said the young man. - I earned money
The father replied:
- Well, son, now go and throw them into the water.
The son realized that he had previously been unfair to his father’s kindness and lowered his head.
So let's drink not to the belt and rod, but to the wisdom of our fathers and grandfathers.

Two commanders met in battle. One defeated the other, took him prisoner and put him in a pit. A selfish man decided to help out someone in trouble. He approached the pit and shouted to the prisoner:
- Prisoner, will I do well if I help you escape?
The commander thanked him. Throwing a rope into the hole, the man pulled him out. And the first thing he asked was:
“Did I do a good job of saving you?”
The rescued man thanked him again. But after a short time The “benefactor” again asked if he had done well to help the general out of trouble. The general got tired of this, and he shouted at the top of his voice:
- Hey, who's there? This man wants to help me escape!
The guards appeared and seized them both. When they asked the commander why he gave himself away, not wanting to hide, he replied:
“This guy is boring me, asking for gratitude.” By the time we got to safe place, he would have killed me. I'd rather stay in the hole.
So I raise a toast to my friends who always help me without requiring any gratitude!

There is an old Caucasian legend.
High in the sky, right under the clouds, a young eagle was flying. A deer was running below, saw her and shouted:
“Little eagle, look how good I am: I run fast, I’m wise with experience, and my eyes are big and bright.” Come down from the sky, you will be my wife.
- No, deer. You are really good, you run fast and low, and you are wise with experience, but actually stupid, and your eyes are beautiful, but not keen - you don’t see that I’m not suitable for you. Run further, don't be my husband.
Let's raise our glasses to the beautiful housewife, whose husband flew high, was smart, and had keen eyes, because he saw such an eagle high in the sky and was able to take her as his wife!

One day a traveler was walking along a mountain gorge. Suddenly he saw: an ancient old man was planting a fruit tree in the garden. The traveler was surprised and asked:
- Father, tell me how much years will pass, before the tree that grew from the seed you planted begins to bear fruit?
The old man answered him:
- You're right, of course. The fruits will appear no earlier than in a good twenty years. I, most likely, will not live to see this, but let others eat them, just as I now eat what my ancestor planted.
I propose a toast to the old man,
So that his covenant does not fade for centuries,
So that generosity is exactly like this
Distinguished each of us.

God molded a man out of clay, and he was left with a small piece of clay.
-What else do you need to make, man? - God asked.
The man thought: it seems like everything is there - arms, legs, head - and said:
- Make me happy.
But God did not know what happiness was. He gave the clay to the man and said:
- Make your own happiness!
For our success in this matter!

The grandfather sat in heaven and wept bitterly. A boy came up to him and asked why he was grieving. The old man answers:
“There is a custom on earth to drink for the repose of our souls.” As long as our children remember us, we are always well fed and with a full jug of wine. And now I have an empty jug, which means I have been forgotten on earth.
So let's remember those who are not with us.

The winegrower gave the gardener two roosters and said:
– You will breed purebred chickens.
The gardener was happy, but early: the roosters fought each other every now and then and walked around bleeding. The gardener told the winegrower about this, and he advised:
- Catch the roosters and pluck them.
- They won't die? – the gardener was scared.
- Don't worry.
The gardener plucked the roosters and released them. The roosters felt cold, they huddled close to each other to keep warm, and made peace.
Let's drink, friends, so that our friendship will always warm us!

The trial is underway. A young beautiful Georgian woman, recently married, is divorcing her husband, a small and frail man.
– Why are you divorcing your husband? - the judge asks her.
- Yes, the whole village is laughing at me - I’m weak, frail, can’t jump on a horse. Is this a horseman?
The Georgian jumps up and shouts indignantly:
- Wah-wah, you’re lying, woman! She doesn't feed me! Give me one bowl of soup and the whole village will be jealous!
Let’s drink to our hostess, who cares about her sweetheart and about you and me!

Two Caucasians met. After the usual stormy Caucasian greetings, one asks the other:
- Listen, Vakhtang, dear, they told me that you got married? This is true?
- Yes.
- When I saw you in last time, you were a confirmed bachelor. Why did you get married?
– You know, I couldn’t eat what they serve in the canteens.
- Well, what now?
- Oh, now I eat in the dining room with pleasure!
So let's drink to love, which can radically change our view of the world!

One day a young horseman, having descended from the mountains, found himself in an unfamiliar city. He wandered the streets hoping to find a place to stay for the night. Late at night he was lucky enough to find shelter with a young widow. She put it in her only room on the next bed. At night the woman began to complain that she was cold. Dzhigit lent her his blanket.
After some time, the woman again complained that she was cold. To which the guest said that he had nothing more to offer her. Then the woman said that before, when her husband was alive, he warmed her with his body. Here modest young man was taken aback and said:
- Excuse me, but where can I find the body of your late husband at three o’clock in the morning in an unfamiliar city?
So let's drink to women's ability to give subtle hints!

Once upon a time there lived one very rich man and one poor man. And both wanted happiness. The rich man was served happiness on a large platter, but soon he grew tired of it, and he began to cry because he did not know what else to want.
But the poor man’s happiness was on a high rock, and he climbed and climbed it, but, not knowing the rules of rock climbing, he failed every time.
So let's drink to not looking for fraudulent happiness on a wide platter, but to enroll in the mountaineering and rock climbing section, and thereby acquire reliable life skills.

It happened in a tropical country. The daughter complained to her mother that her husband was cheating on her. And the mother said:
- This is a fixable matter. Bring me two or three hairs, but not ordinary ones, but pluck them from the tiger’s whiskers!
- What are you talking about, mom! – my daughter was scared.
- Just try, you are a woman, you should be able to do everything!
My daughter thought. Then she slaughtered a sheep and went into the forest with a piece of meat. She sat in ambush and waited. A tiger appeared and, furious, rushed towards her. She threw the meat and ran away. The next day she came again, and again the tiger rushed towards her. She threw the meat, but did not run away, but watched him eat. On the third day, seeing her with meat, the tiger happily beat his tail, it seemed that he was waiting for the woman. And she began to feed him right from the palm of her hand. On the fourth day, the tiger joyfully ran up to the woman and, having eaten a piece of lamb, laid his head on her lap. The tiger dozed off blissfully. And at that moment the woman pulled out three hairs and brought them home to her mother.
“Well,” she said, “you have tamed such a predatory beast as a tiger.” Now go and tame your husband either with affection or cunning - as best you can. Remember: there is a tiger in every man.
So, I propose a toast to women who have tenderness, patience, and courage, and so that the tigers dormant in us, men, surrender to their mercy!

Givi returns after a long service in foreign lands to his home, to his beautiful wife. He enters his house, and he is greeted not only by his wife, but also by three children! They rejoice, laugh, and call him dad. Givi was surprised and asked his wife:
– Suliko, are these our children? After all, when I left to serve, they were not there!
- Vai, Givi, don’t you remember? When you left for service, I was pregnant - our eldest was born. And then, remember, I came to you - after our date, a daughter was born!
- Well, okay, but where does the third one come from? – asks the amazed Givi.
- Why are you pestering him? He sits quietly, and let him sit!
So let's drink to our merciful mothers, thanks to whose efforts we all have a lot cheerful brothers and beautiful sisters!

High in the mountains lived a gray-haired and wise elder. He was telling an old legend about a young unlucky Georgian named Givi.
Givi wanted to marry, but not a single girl in the village was given for him, such an unlucky man. His mother went to the village and married the most beautiful girl to him. Givi got married, had children, and they were so naughty that his wife could not cope with them. Givi’s mother began to sit with her grandchildren, play with them, and raise them.
Givi had a flock of sheep, but wolves got into the habit of stealing young lambs from it. He wanted to ask his mother for advice, but didn’t have time. She died. But after death she turned into a hawk and began to drive away the wolves from her son’s herd. And Givi had no more troubles, and he lived a long and happy life.
So let’s drink, (host’s name), to our mothers, the wisest and kindest, ready to help us in any difficult situation!

One horseman went to the market. He looks and they sell three parrots. He approached and began asking the seller what kind of birds they were. Seller says:
– One of them knows nothing, the other knows a few Georgian words, and the third - the most expensive - knows where the treasure is buried.
I chose the most expensive Georgian and bought it. Asks:
- Parrot, do you really know where to look for the treasure?
- Kaneshna.
He walks past an old, abandoned courtyard:
- Well, parrot, is there a treasure here?
- Kaneshna.
Enters the yard:
- Look here, parrot?
- Kaneshna.
A Georgian walked into the yard and saw a beautiful girl there...
- This is a treasure!
– Genatsvali, did you really find the treasure? - asks the parrot.
- Kaneshna!
I propose to drink to love, which helps us distinguish true values!

In our family, one parable is passed down from generation to generation.
When my great-great-great-great-grandfather married a girl from a neighboring village, he took her to his place on horseback. But on the way the horse stumbled - and my ancestor said: “One”; when the horse stumbled, he said: “Two”; but when the horse stumbled for the third time, he killed him. Then his wife exclaimed: “Why did you kill the poor animal?” In response, she heard only one word: “One.” Since then, all women in our family have been told this parable before they get married.
So let's drink to the women who know how to shut up in time!

The man died and went to heaven. His guardian angel meets him in heaven and tells him:
“Come with me, I’ll show you your whole life path.”
They look down, and below there is a road, in some places flat, in others with bumps, and on the road there are two pairs of footprints. A man asks an angel:
– What is this second pair of footprints after mine?
- These are my tracks.
The man looks further and suddenly sees that in some places there are only some traces, and no others. Then he asks the angel:
– Why in some places there are only one footprints?
The angel answers him:
- This is special difficult moments your life!
-Where have you been? Why are there no traces of you? How could you leave me at such a difficult time in my life?
- These are not your tracks, these are my tracks. But yours are not here, because I carried you in my arms.
So let's drink to everything difficult periods our lives, our angels carried us in their arms. In general, let's drink to our angels!

Once upon a time there lived a girl of incomparable beauty, but she had neither a husband nor a groom. The fact is that a sage lived next to her, and he said:
“Whoever decides to kiss the beauty will die!” Everyone knew that the sage was never wrong, so hundreds of brave horsemen looked at the girl from afar, not daring to even approach her. And suddenly one day a young man appeared who, at first sight, like everyone else, fell in love with the beauty. But he instantly climbed over the fence, came up and kissed the girl.
- Ah! - the horsemen cried out. - Now he will die!
But the young man kissed the girl again, and again. And she immediately agreed to marry him.
- But how can that be?! – the other horsemen exclaimed. “You, sage, predicted that whoever kissed the beauty would die?!”
“So it will be,” answered the sage. “But I never said it would happen right away.” He will die someday later, when after many years happy life his time will come.
So let's drink to those who know how to listen carefully. Even such long toasts!

In one high mountain village, a very old and very rich aksakal dies. All his relatives gathered at his deathbed to listen to his last will. The dying man whispers:
“I leave my house to my beloved wife, my countless flocks of sheep to my sons, my priceless wines to my daughters and their husbands, my vast vineyards to my grandchildren, and to my eldest great-grandson Givi, who always repeated to me that the main thing is not money and property, but health, I leave my new boots, cloak and staff - go, dear, through the mountains, breathe the air, gain health, wail, wail, wail!
So let's drink to health - the main value of a real horseman!

Have you heard the most beautiful Caucasian legend?
Once upon a time in the Caucasus mountains there was a small village. All the people in that village were cheerful and hospitable. And the biggest fan of feasts was one gray-haired old man. He did not have the money to throw rich feasts, but he had a young daughter of such beauty that the whole village gathered to see him and even residents of other villages came. The old man was proud of his daughter and dreamed of marrying her to his neighbor so that she would always be nearby.
One day guests from distant places came to him and brought him strong and tasty wine. The old man arranged a holiday, and his daughter was present at it. Among the distant guests there was a young horseman who liked the old man’s daughter so much that he decided to marry her and take her with him. He poured strong wine for the old man, he drank it and fell asleep. And the horseman took the girl to distant lands, and married her, and began to organize merry feasts, to which many people came to try his strong wine and look at his beautiful wife. And from then on the old man lived alone and did not host any more feasts, because nothing made him happy without his daughter.
Let's drink to our hostess, our daughter (birthday boy, etc.), smart and beautiful, and wish her to decorate our holidays and delight our hearts for as long as possible!

Once upon a time there lived a just and wise king in one of the Caucasian countries. And he had three sons. This king grew old and wished to hand over the reins of government to one of his sons who would be more capable of this difficult task. The king called his sons and said:
– My dear sons! You see that your father can no longer rule the country because he has become old. Whichever of you is able to fulfill my dream will inherit the throne and become king.
- What kind of dream is this, father? - the sons asked.
“There is a huge storage room in the royal courtyard. I want you to fill it with something that would be most needed in this world. So go on a search, find what you need and fill my storage.
The sons set off on their journey. Thirty-three days later they returned home and came to their father.
- Well, have you found the most necessary thing?
- Yes, we found it, dear father!
The king led his sons to the doors of the storehouse, opened the doors and called his eldest son.
“What will you fill this vault with, dear son?”
The eldest son took a handful of grain from his pocket and said:
“I will fill this storehouse with bread, dear father!” There is nothing more necessary than bread; no one can live without it.
The king called his middle son:
– What will you fill this storage with?
The middle son took a handful of earth from his pocket and said:
“I will fill this storage facility with earth.” Without land there is no bread.
The king called his youngest son:
- Well, what will you fill this storage with?
With these words I let you down younger son to the father of a beautiful girl and said:
“I will fill this repository with the light of love, father.” I have traveled a lot, seen a lot, but there is nothing more needed in the world than love. Without love there would be no life on earth. Love is the most necessary thing! Only the light of love gives life to a person!
-You deserve the right to the throne! – exclaimed the delighted father. – You want the most beautiful things, you want to fill your hearts with the light of love!
So let's listen to the opinion of the wise king and raise our glasses to the most beautiful thing in the world - to love!

There is an old parable in the Caucasus. Once a snake crawled to Allah and said:
“Turn me into a beautiful woman, I’m tired of crawling around in scales.”
Allah fulfilled her request and, turning her into a beautiful woman, said:
- Go and feel sorry for people.
Then a white dove flew to Allah and asked:
-Turn me into a beautiful woman!
Allah transformed her and said:
- Go and bring good to people.
Since then two have walked the earth beautiful women– with a black and white soul. So let's drink to women with white souls, of whom there are undoubtedly more!

A merchant and a scientist were sailing on a ship. The merchant was rich and carried a lot of goods, and learned man had nothing. A storm arose at sea and the ship was wrecked. Only the merchant and the scientist were saved. They clung to a log, and the wave carried them to the shore. The merchant sees that the scientist is sad and says to him:
- Why are you sad? It was I who lost my wealth, and yours - everything is with you.
Let's raise a glass to that wealth that cannot be lost - to reason!

Before getting married, the bride negotiated only one condition from the groom: once a year he would let her go for three days without asking anything. They lived for a year in love and harmony. By the end of the year, the husband only felt some kind of internal tension in his wife. He became worried and asked what was the matter. Instead of answering, his wife reminded him of her condition and immediately disappeared from the house for three days. She returned on time, joyful, happy, and again they lived a harmonious life. However, a year later, the wife disappeared again for three days, and appeared even more tender and attentive. In the third year, the husband could not stand it and stealthily followed his wife. The wife, going deep into the forest, came out into a large clearing and stopped near a hundred-year-old oak tree. Looking around, she hurriedly climbed onto a branch and... turned into a viper. For three days the husband did not take his eyes off his viper wife, for three days the snake hung upside down, hissed, and poison dripped and dripped from its tongue. Exactly three days later, the poison stopped dripping, the snake slid from the oak tree and turned into a woman again. She clapped her hands, laughed a happy laugh and ran towards the house. Her husband barely managed to get ahead of her. Let's drink to the women who pour out a year's supply of poison in just three days! And not on my husband...

Once upon a time there lived a wise man, and he had a son, Dato. They lived amicably, but poorly: they had no relatives, no money, and there was only one field, which they sowed every spring. But the birds also pecked out the harvest from this field.
And then the time came, the old man died, but before his death he said to his son:
“When spring comes, plow our field three times and sow it with the best grains.” Spare no labor, weed and water the sprouts, and you will have rich shoots. But a big beautiful bird will fly in and destroy your entire harvest. If you are good to her, she will make you happy.
Spring came, Dato plowed the field three times, sowed it with the best grains, sparing no time and effort, weeding and watering the seedlings. And then the time came to harvest, but a large beautiful bird with golden sparkling feathers flew in and pecked all the grains. Dato was upset and wanted to drive the bird away, but he remembered what his father told him and did nothing to it.
The bird flew up to him and said:
- Dato, you were kind to me, you gave me plenty of your grains to eat, I will give you happiness for this.
The bird waved its wing and flew away, and the girl remained standing in its place. “This is such happiness!” – Dato thought. “She is as beautiful as a flower and as clear as a sunny day, but I myself have nothing to eat, and now I have to feed her too.”
Dato looks, and the girl has already approached the house. She waved her hand - and his old rickety house became like new again. She entered the house, waved her other hand, and all the dust and junk disappeared somewhere, and in the middle of the room appeared new table, all laden with delicious dishes. She went out into the field, waved her hands - and again it turned green with young shoots.
Let's raise a glass to our hostess, a real sorceress, who with one wave of her gentle hand I was able to set this fabulous table!

Two Georgians are talking:
- Soso, why are you so sad?
- Yes, my wife goes to her mother in a neighboring village for a month.
- So, that means you're so upset about this?
- Not really. If I have a happy face, she won't go anywhere!
So let's drink to wives like ours, whom we are always glad to see! Let mom come and visit herself!

A shepherd was driving across a field, looking for a sheep that had strayed from the herd. I approached a vast vineyard. He sees some gray-haired elder working there. The shepherd greeted him and said:
-Have you seen my sheep? a kind person?
- No, I haven’t, but maybe my older brother will help you with this. He's working on that edge of the vineyard. Ask him.
The shepherd approached the elder brother of the gray-haired man. This one's head and beard were black on one side and gray on the other. The shepherd greeted him. He asked about his sheep. The half-grey man says to him:
“I didn’t see your sheep, but my older brother caught someone’s sheep this morning.” He works on the opposite edge.
The shepherd approached the eldest of the brothers and saw in front of him young man without a single gray hair on the head. The shepherd greeted him and told him about his trouble. The young man gave the shepherd his sheep. The shepherd thanked him and asked:
- Tell me, good man, why do your younger brothers look older than you?
- Our younger brother He turned gray because he did not marry for love, and took a rich but evil wife. The middle brother is half gray because he has not yet married. And I am young because I married the girl I love - and every day I live with my beloved prolongs my life.
So let's drink to love, which makes lovers forever young!

The Georgians had a queen named Tamara. She was brave and people loved her. The Persian king came to Georgia with a large army. At first he was victorious. Tamara was forced to retreat. Ahead of her troops were driven by carts, then the warriors themselves walked. So Tamara went deeper into the mountains along the Daryal Gorge. Here she settled in her large tower. The Persian king sent word to Tamara:
- Give up. I have a huge army - and you will not defeat me. If you surrender, I will take you as my wife.
“Although your army is huge, any of my warriors can resist your ten warriors.” And rather than become your wife, I would prefer to marry my most worthless warrior.
Tamara united Georgians and various mountain peoples. With their help, she defeated and expelled the Persian king from her region.
So let's drink to rebellious women who know how to get their way!

A meeting was held in one Georgian village. First, the first secretary of the district committee spoke:
- Genatsvale, you worked hard for our Soviet Motherland, and the party has not forgotten you - you all see the banner of the foremost workers, which was awarded to you according to your merits. But one thing worries me - you don’t have a club... Where do you celebrate holidays with the sweet speeches of the toastmaster? Where do you listen to the smart stories of our respected lecturer? Where do you finally come to meetings to talk about the glorious deeds of the party? In this barn you can only moo... I propose to raise money and build a club... Do you agree?
- No! No! - the residents answered unanimously.
The secretary shrugged and sat down resentfully. The chairman of the district executive committee continued the meeting:
– I understand you – fame would make anyone’s head spin, I know that... But don’t forget! The party offers you a way out on how to raise culture in your village... And how do you respond? And already with a threat in his voice:
– So you will collect money for the construction of the club?
- No! No! - everyone answered unanimously.
Finally, the secretary of the local party organization stood up and raised his hand, demanding attention:
– Do you remember what Aniko’s grandmother told her granddaughter before the wedding?
- We remember! We remember! – those gathered answered in the same unanimous manner.
– So will you collect money for the club?
- We will! We will! - Everyone answered readily and began to disperse.
After the meeting, as usual, they organized a feast and the first, giving a friendly pat on the shoulder of the collective farm secretary, praised him:
- It's time to promote you, dear! So what did old Aniko say to her granddaughter?
- Yes, everyone here knows this... Before the wedding, the granddaughter came to her grandmother for advice: which side should she lie next to her husband so that it would be comfortable...
- Well, so what?
- And the wise Aniko says to her: “Whatever, granddaughter, he’ll take what’s his!”
So let's drink to the wisdom of the old people.

Choose toasts for a woman's birthday that can penetrate her heart and touch her soul. On this significant day she will want to hear special words, experience memorable emotions. No gifts can replace the gratitude, admiration and attention that is reflected in the speeches of loved ones. Even a drop of flattery will be very helpful on a day when emotions are bursting out, and the soul demands fun and celebration.

Cool and funny toasts for a woman's birthday

Every lady, regardless of age, has a mischievous spirit in her who can appreciate a joke and an original appeal. Holy holiday– this is a reason to cheer up yourself and those around you. I would like to be a little less serious and a little more relaxed.

1. It would be better to celebrate your birthday not once a year, but every day, so that for this for a long time have time to list all the advantages of the birthday girl! So let's drink to at least two of her main virtues - for the fact that she exists, and for the fact that she is with us!
2. So let's drink to the birthday girl, thanks to whom such wonderful people like us have gathered!!! Cool toasts On a birthday, they de-escalate the situation and foreshadow the continuation of the fun. They don't need to be loaded deep meaning and moralizing.
3. Since the last time I saw the birthday girl, she has become a whole year older, but note that she has not changed at all. For the secret eternal youth which she possesses!
4. Our birthday girl has one serious drawback - every year she becomes cuter and more attractive. But we will forgive her for this shortcoming. Let's wish her to continue to be as young and energetic! Best congratulations in a humorous manner can become original phrases on abstract topics. Funny toasts easily begin the feast and set the tone for the holiday.
5. I propose a toast to the seven “Ns” of our heroine of the occasion. For our extraordinary, unique, incomparable, irresistible, necessary, beloved!
6. Let those who didn’t get you cry, let the one who didn’t want you die!

Short congratulatory toasts

Dear ladies attach great importance to words. What can we say about the congratulations expressed to them. Capacious short toasts imprinted in memory on long years. Such phrases are passed from mouth to mouth.

1. Let's drink to joy! Let this be the only thing that comes into the birthday girl’s life without an invitation!
2. I would like to wish you that if there are bumps on your life’s path, then only those that will throw you up!
3. Dear birthday girl! I raise my glass to you always having light heart and heavy pockets!
4. Let your whole life be a holiday! Dream, smile and enjoy every moment!

Say a small, meaningful congratulation that expresses deep feelings and sympathy. Your words will definitely find a response and will be received with gratitude.

Original congratulations

Original toasts always emphasize special treatment guest to the birthday girl. They express personal wishes and sincere interest.

1. I want to raise a glass so that there are no bitter moments in your life, but only hours of wild happiness! My toast to your sweet moments
2. Every coin has two sides, and I want to wish you next year in your life, learn to combine opposites. Fly on the wings of dreams and stand firmly on your feet, have a hundred friends and many more rubles, laugh in the face of adversity and cry with happiness, conquer the world and submit to love. Surprise loved one the easiest way, because who, if not you, knows about all his aspirations and experiences. Focus on what is more important and make a toast with strong hope for a brighter future.
3. Shakespeare said that if every unjust word left a mark, we would all be dirty from head to toe. Let's drink to the radiant purity of our birthday girl!
4. Peruvian Indians believe that God made all people from corn dough. Let's drink so that our birthday girl never becomes limp!
5. The gingerbread man rolled away from his grandfather and grandmother, the Snow Maiden melted away in the spring, and her mother lost Thumbelina... Let's drink to the fact that our friend will always have everything tasty, beautiful and expensive!