I was 10-11 years old, 2000 just arrived. I had a sister and as it happens, my mother and I went for a walk. Winter, 8th floor of the apartment house. My mother picked up the wheelchair and called the elevator. Malaya lies like a cosmonaut in a combo and is wrapped in a beautiful, new plush. The elevator arrived, while my mom is struggling with the door, I hardly roll the wheelchair into the elevator, as soon as I pushed it there, it started to close, I quietly leave the door and put my foot in the door so they opened back, but something went wrong, my leg slipped from the threshold and the door closed. At that moment, the elevator was called down. “Nothing terrible,” said my mom, seeing my horror-filled eyes, ran down and intercepted the wheelchair. I run all the way down, at this moment I hear that the elevator has already stopped somewhere, then it closes and goes on. We met with the elevator on the 1st floor. It opens, my sister sits in a wheelchair and knocks her eyes. There is no pledge under it, fucking. Thus e. Some frost from our entrance pulled out of the baby's underwear and sneaked in the apartment. The apartment was like an apartment and that’s all. I’m 30 years old, and as I remember this case, it’s terrible.