In 2006, when I was in second grade, a new girl, Yulechko, was placed in our dorm room. At first glance, she seemed adequate, if not one "but" - to bathe in the social soul she cried, and went to her parents once a week or two. It smelled of it, gently speaking, not very much, but it’s flowers.

To her parents she travelled less and less often, and in the end, Yulechka spent the whole winter in the shelter not my! The smell in the room was such that we slept with the windows open all February. They tried to explain to her, but this creature only blinked innocently with the eyes, poured with perfumes, but did not rush to wash. Even our guests stopped walking because of the smell in the room.

And Yulechka asked not to touch her bed and her bed. The reason was revealed during the cleaning, when we placed the screws at her request and washed the whole room. In the box she kept bread, cakes and, his mother, cakes! This is if there is a refrigerator in the room! Did we think that the cockroaches were involved with us? But the worst was waiting for us under the bed, rather, he was waiting for me, because I used to wash there myself.

In the dust at the wall were two packages. I remember with horror the moment when I decided to look at them. One had a bunch of dirty socks and socks, but that’s not all...The other was covered with dirty cowards and, his mother, pads! ! to ! to ! to How I did not die there, Fig knows, but the stars of Yulechka nobles caught out.

Glad that soon she was moved to another room, and our new neighbor, although with a projectile in the head was, but was regularly washed))

All good and clean neighbors))