A friend told me about her husband. They live on the 12th floor. Further from her words.



I had to wash the window in the room. The husband painted, said, dangerous, give you from the inside, and I out. I agreed. She lighted inside and went out for lunch. I warned to be more careful.

I’m in the kitchen and listen to myself. Little of something. My window beats and the song sings “The Earth in the Illuminator.”



Suddenly a scream and... and silence. I sit on a chair and sit. It is so terrible that there is no strength to get up. Sitting for a moment. She gathered, exhaled and popped along the wall into the hall.



And there I look - the wind of the curtain is rolling, the window is ripped, there is no one. “.. And the worst thing I’ve seen in my life is the lonely shoes on the window. This is where I put the white in my voice.



Suddenly a voice from the bedroom shakes: “Man, Manjun, I’m here.



I’m in two jumps and in the bedroom. And there my idiot lies and complainingly looks at me:

“Manuel, I turned my leg when I jumped out of the window. It hurts so much that you don’t worry to quietly crumble here, I thought I would lie down unnoticed.



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