C from the forum:
We live on the outskirts - two "front" houses of a new microry. Well, it should have been like that, according to the general plan of the USSR. Only since the moment of collapse - nothing new was built - the area is hopeless. Therefore, we have two lines - five-story panels standing next to each other, but separated from the rest of the city by a strip of "nothing land".
Here is. In the neighboring house lives an unidentified rap lover. He does not listen loud enough to understand where, but enough to hear. Noise prevents sleep. Monday (already), hour of night, characteristic rhythms "music". The noise of the window opening, the scream of my neighbor (flag-radio technician, 34 years old, the voice stops the tanks):
Make the sound quieter.
No response in 5 minutes. The same neighbor:
Sorry, the good people.
And there came the sound. Clean, clear, no noise and whisper, as is usually the case on cheap systems. Military Polonese of Chopin. The rapper tried to portray something with his whisperer, but then the neighbor added and I realized that before that there was not a sound, but a sound. When Frederick’s wonderful composition ended, it became quiet. I heard the snow falling.