Neighbors are fighting. More of a neighbor. Although not for nothing - the neighbor is smart, economical and kind little. Very good kind. I hear the sound of the opened door:
I hate you, goat, I hate you!
And a ticking of heels, suppressing the stream of reproaches.
I wait for the cotton of the entrance door, I go out, I am going to knock, but the neighbor is ahead of me, opens the door and parodizes the Odessa accent:
Do you want to ask "the show"?
And so yes.
She decided to lose weight. Strictly from today. And I was not notified and prepared dinner for as usual. Look how it went out!
P.S The neighbor had time to put on a T-shirt "Cowboy, goat, ruined the best years of life".