The lesson.
When I was a child, I lived on the ninth floor. The so-called grey panel. Well, where the elevator squares on the roof. I loved to go out of the balcony for fun. And here, once again from the heart worried, I stand on the balcony, contemplating the beauty of the native microry. Suddenly, a huge drop passes down right in front of his face. The sky is clean. I am astonished by the drop of the eye, and something she begins to remind me of. The next shovel flies in front of the nose. Looking up, an elderly neighbor from the bottom floor stands on the roof. And calmly says, "Specially on the roof climbed, so that you can transmit all the delights of sensations when you are spit on top. Do you like?”
I must say that I stopped not only from the balcony, but also on the street. Thank you Ivanovich!