A distant neighbor visited with inspection. In our village, “distant” means that we are divided by ten houses. And the neighbor – because there are all the neighbors, where you go from each other. Talked to me about politics, the heat (you noticed, sir, what is the weather? It is predicted!) Repairs on the down road.

“It’s fine here,” he said dreamingly. Silently...

At this point, on the roof of the bathroom, builders struck with hammer litars.

A little confused, the neighbor continued.

Children fell from the loft with bombs on the peaceful Dresden, exploding the remnants of restlessness with an acoustic wave.

“Real, simple life,” the neighbor ended with anxiety, raising his voice.

From the palace came out of the mother's dog Dulcinea in trousers and a underwear.
The shorts are because they run. Busthalter – because the children are laughing bats.
The neighbor cried and, apparently, afraid of progress, hastily said goodbye.