The house was the last where all the people in need lived for free.
and the villagers of our village.
Fifth floor with ten entrances built in the form of the letter P.
Novoselys are mostly young people, who are from the dairy farm, who are from the zoo, who are fishermen, military or firefighters.
In the face of each other knew exactly, the more the final part of the finishing with improvement was held by the host and each family took a strong part in this.
They did everything for themselves, a playground with compulsory sandboards, bushes and a mechanical carousel, painted in bright and rich colors.
The house itself is nobly beige with drawings at each entrance.
The general settlement on Saturday, on Sunday the folk gathering, well in the sense of a walk with the children and acquaintance with neighbors closer, purely symbolically behind the table in the middle of the courtyard.
But tomorrow everyone goes to work, by evening people are getting fewer and fewer. They are the most resilient and capitally loaded.
One of them is already sought by a wife, screaming from the balcony to the whole courtyard:
Michael, it’s time to go home.
Michael turns his head when he hears his wife’s voice and tries to determine where the sound comes from.
He looks at the entrances where he did not remember the first time.
The woman cries again:
Misha is home.
Where to go home?
Go to Chubut.
Michael spoke: for what, at all, the wife sends, and even so unusual.
Where, where do you go?
I say to the chubby, go. At our entrance, above the entrance Cheburashka is painted, you will not confuse...