I bought a large box of light bulbs. They were sold in the USSR. At first, he was delighted: they look brutal, in addition, they burn normally, not as in Bulgakov.
One day he took a taxi all night, returned home, decided to drink tea, lighted the light bulb, turned on the gas, put a box on the burning confectionery instead of the cupboard, went to turn on the computer.
Firefighters were not needed, but the kitchen needs to be repaired (