It is a shame to confess, but in my youth I made a harsh test to my neighbors, the good was a day-to-day, somewhere around 3 p.m., and therefore caught a minimum of people.
Even earlier at work lessons, our teacher told us that home baths are made of brittle iron, so there is a real danger, sinking a hammer into the bath, to split it apart.
And I needed to remove the bathroom from the apartment for the washing.
I was, of course, not able to pick up this hundred-pound enamelled monster on my own, and there was no one to help me at the time, because I just moved and didn't know the locals yet.
With sin I half-wrapped this bath in the room, turned it down to the bottom, grabbed the protective glasses, took in my hands a healthy column, brought for this purpose from the country, and, swung up, stumbled on that bell.
It is not necessary to say that I am deaf: it seems to me that even the cockroaches in the basement, located four floors below, were deaf from this directed monstrous sound wave.
The bathroom, surprisingly, stood, but my hearing and the psyche of the neighbor living on the floor below - not very. She felt like I had broken down the walls.
In short, it was our worker.