The rolling.

In the distant 2000s I was handed the keys of my own apartment (hello to the native Baranovich). And now I’m scratching, thinking about loans, work and the desire to sleep more than four hours. At least five. But it is not about that.

Having settled in separate apartments, I, of course, expected to enjoy all the delights of a separate stay. However, the fate made its adjustments, giving an unusual neighbor from above. I’m on the third floor, she’s on the fourth, that’s important. Let’s call her Alicia. 55 years old, dressed carefully, always emphasized polite and wary. All in all luck. Apparently Anne is not.
- Flowers, already long ago, chrysanthemums in sadouououououououu.
WOW WOW WOW WOW WOW!

I looked at the clock: 23:00. The concert started on schedule. And the house is good, panel to it. Hearing is just incredible. Evening songs are like that. Having a loud and ringing voice, Aleutina introduced the listeners to the chappers of the 70s, to the folk songs, and exactly in the 23-58...
My dear accountant.

Don’t believe it, even now I’m crazy when I hear this hit. And so every night, day by day, month by month. Agree, to fall asleep under such a cradle, firstly, a little problematic, and secondly... It is a shame to admit, but I saw dreams depending on the repertoire of Aleutina. For example, if she sang "At the Soldier's Weekend" - I was called back to the army. To the objections that "I served, Comrade Colonel", the soldier responded with a smile "do not cry, girl, Motherland calls."

There was another strange thing with the neighbor.
Wow, wow, you have done well.
Sorry, it came from the toilet. Also loud and ringing. Probably, as a former accountant, Aleutina used to rejoicing in the voice of even the small delights of life: the reduced balance, the absence of a debtor and the smooth release of biological fluids and hardship from the body.

It would be everything and nothing, of course. But, I repeat, falling asleep under hysterical twists was very difficult. I was very sorry for the cat. Yes, you have not heard. It was because of the cat that I decided to take active action. Tosha was beautiful: a huge, affectionate and friendly applause. A messy friend lived with neighbors on the venue, (Mikhailovna and Stepanic, hello), and occasionally ran to me for guests on the subject of "what new, what you're going to eat, scratch a puzik".

But if Tosha was delayed until 23:00, then...
- Flowers, already long ago, chrysanthemums in sadouououououououu.
Rrr, meowowowowowowowow
Visibly increased in volumes, the cat in all the force of the lungs pulled out so that the heels blew, and the frogs, running on the back, committed mass suicide in the area of the cockerel.
My dear accountant.
Under the anthem of debt and credit, Tosha began to whisper, furiously clinging to the couch with his nails. There was no way out – or they would soon have to buy new furniture or... war until the victory.

But the guns begin to speak when the diplomats are silent. So first I tried to solve the issue peacefully:
“Sorry, but I could not sing after 23:00, I can’t fall asleep.
and well.

In the evening:
You have fooled me...
You promised not to sing after 23:00.

In the evening:
Be healthy, live rich.
No concerts after 23:00.
and well.

In the evening:
The blue fog looks like...
“But this is the end of patience.”
“Well, we’ll go another way,” I scratched my teeth, deciding to use an unconventional method.
“I was preparing for battle.”
From the two sticks (one and a half meters, the second - two), he gathered a tool of retaliation - a wooden structure joined by the letter "G", which he also painted in black. The principle of action is simple - a long stick reaches the neighbor's window, a short...
In general, the case was so.

*** by
22 to 50. The light is turned off. I, trembling from impatience, tightly crushed the G-shaped tree. 22 to 55. Quietly opened the door. 22 hours and 59 minutes. 58 seconds, 40 seconds, 35, 28, 20, 10, 9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1. The start!
The flowers of Kalina!
It is time!
I knocked hard on the singer’s window and quickly closed the door.
The boy is young...

The song abruptly stopped.
“Top, top, top, top,” she ran to the window.
Shiroirr, I pulled up the curtains.

and silence. It depends. He thinks. What to think! You live on the fourth floor. And the night, the darkness, the storm clouds the sky, the storm flies ferociously, and it knocks at the window as the beast wins.
Shiroirr, I pulled up the curtains.
- Top, top, top, top, buch, scrip, scrip, bu-bu-bu, - clearly hiding with the head and whispering prayer.

G-shaped therapy lasted for another three days, more precisely the evening. The protocol of treatment was standard: song, тук-tuk, silent, top-top, shiyrr, silence, shiyrr, top-top-top, buch, script-script, bu-bu-bu. Don’t believe it helped! The concerts ended forever. Tosha was no longer nervous, running to the guests, and I managed to sleep without nightmares. And yes, Alevina sang already half-sounded and only by day. Even Waterloo was silent. In any case, probably.

The epilepsy.
There is a ghost in our house. I mean, of course, although...

Author: Andrey Avdey