It is cold at home. On the street, too. I went to check out “how cold it is.” Naturally, we are warmly dressed, because “at the request of the HVAC, all heating devices must be turned off.” They go to a neighbor – one of the class of former soldiers, with a voice stopping the tank. It comes out in a swimsuit and swimsuit. Master of Joko, a bit like this:
Do you pretend to be cold?
The neighbor cries:
No I boast! I am so hot that I wear an asbestos suit!
The lovers silenced. Walking around his apartment, I hear the voice of the same master:
This cottage does not give!
The cottage? The neighbor stumbles. I’ll show you a catch!
I hear the thump, the master's timid attempts to say something, the noise of the open hot water in the neighbor's bathroom and his roar:
When it’s hot, you will say.
A few seconds later, the master stumbled. After a few more, I woke up. Then he grumbled. A few seconds later, a neighbor picked him up and cried:
Do you mean that the boiler in the crane gives boiling water and in the battery cold? Go to the basement and fix it.
The apartments are warmer. But in the soul...