and Rish:
I have lived in the apartment for 4 years. During this time, three men who cared for me beat their heels in the chest that it was necessary to make a repair, "because it is impossible to live like this!". The first came together immediately after the offer to help. The second said, “Take it all out, and I’ll make it all right.” Well, I didn't have much time to crack it before it merged - it turned out to be cosmetic. The third took the matter with enthusiasm, crushed to the state of ruins and - right! He fell in an unknown direction. I, as a mother, went to ask for help from others. It dispersed the last cavalry in this way (although probably for the best). Borrowed to the edge of a best friend, crushed with a bat, who was also lazy for a teacher’s salary to hire a brigade of good guys, had to master everything himself: concrete contact, spatle, glue, wallpaper, blow drill, hammer, scissor, screwdriver, in general, a full set. Today, I saw the cabinet with an electroplate, of course, broke the pile. I went to the store, explained to my uncle what I needed, chose, paid, he wrapped me, I stood and fought: "Lord, what a fuck, oh, I'm a small fragile blonde, and I'm doing such a fist!" My uncle cautiously gave me a very careless phrase: "So a friend needs to be made that he does!"... In short, he, in my opinion, offended my homeric rust :(