I once described a typical new building in the style of horror:



The house will be handed over, the dirt will be asphalted. Below will put a playground, with such a combination of colors as if it was designed by a stubborn clown under ecstasy - red, yellow, salad, all as incompatible as possible. The children's playground will be fitted with passes that will be parked immediately. In general, all the free space will be occupied by cars and when you look at the courtyard from above, you will see a playground in the car fence. They will stand on both sides of the road so that when the car passes between them in the evening, there will be ten centimeters left to the mirrors of others on the left and the right.

Then on the first floor will open the first spill store, its name will be as a designer, collected from the words "chamber", "sliding" and "bir". A little later, this spill will be supplemented by a pharmacy, with such a giant poisonous green neon cross, as if the apostle of the new faith it would shine in the windows of the second floor.

Then the providers will come, entering the entrance, people will attack the glossy leaflets rolling under the mailboxes with a red text on a yellow background - "Don. Internet and TV from 599 r. per month. In the morning the cleaner will carry them out, but every day they will build up again, not even a cardboard box nearby will help, because nobody will pick up the leaflet that fell out of the box from the floor - the maximum will be placed on the top of the metal.

The improvement will be represented by a lawn, which will be flanked by a green fence. The lawn itself will be a lukewarm buryan with large brown blades. Chaotically, the "trees" are scattered on it - metric sticks of an incomprehensible variety, year after year they will not grow, remaining the same, only half of the "stock" of the palate is carefully painted with white paint.

Over time, the patch on the facade will crack across the entire height and start to peel away in places, the house will look like a hard untreated egg.

Places in the courtyard will cease to catch and cars will begin to park in the desert nearby, in the off-season from their wheels will be visible long dirty stripes, in the summer they will turn into dust.

Dust and garbage in general will be the satellites of the area, because the developer will make open urns. Dogs will dig in the garbage and after the snow will melt the whole lawn will be in their shit.

And it forever.



Over time, they will create a group in the UK, initially there will be asked to drop the contacts of the masters and ask where to buy the laminate, but then the group will begin to fill up photos of cars blocking the road or standing on the sidewalk. At first everyone will be outraged and slandered, but then someone will say, “I’m coming after work at 23. Physically there is nowhere to get up, sometimes yes, I park on the sidewalk, but I always leave a place for pedestrians,” someone will support, “not everyone has money for parking, you know!!"A girl will ask which clinic the house belongs to, but her message will not be noticed.

Then the grocery store at the bottom will be closed, instead of it, two bright letters of CB will burn. Someone will try to open a private kindergarten in the basement, the stamp will consist of red letters on a yellow background, and the descent will be covered with blue polycarbonate. Over time, the sticker will blossom, and polycarbonate will crack from the bottle thrown from the top, in the winter, the water will drop, forming it in steps to the left. Periodically, workers will throw yellow sand on the trouar, which in March will form a brown jelly - sometimes the UK will mix there salt and then on the whole shoe will be visible ash divides on the edges.

The facade will stretch air conditioning tracks - black stripes, pulled by hamsters to the wall in the shape of the letter G.

In the chat, meanwhile, the girl will joyfully write that she takes everyone on the shugaring and invites to sign up on the spikes to her. This post will look dark at the owner of a beauty salon with the name, which for some reason resembles the name of a stripper.

Over time, the environment will begin to flood inside people - the task for the evening is always one: somehow to park (or back up and leave the phone), run into the entrance (on the sides do not watch) and turn on the series, listening to the compulsory advertisement "Azino777". At first, the result will not be noticeable, but then someone will say, "I don't need your yard, I don't look at it - I don't have time, I come back from work and go home. The main thing in the apartment is the layout and place, and all of these are your courtyards without cars for thieves and hipstots.