Straga: A neighbor with a perforator says...
As the aunt hosted, in the evening we sit and drink tea, the aunt grit from the bottom of the grandmother lives, from time to time begins to mourn so to say about the sick, in general, the roof slowly moves, respectively, in the panel house hearing is good, for the day the aunt is quite tired. I’m not like anything, I think it happens.
I wake up in the morning, on the weekend, I do not rush to get up and I hear the monsoon where the monsoon is, and what a grandmother rap is reading under the monsoon. I call my wife, I ask what concert? Wife: Well, this is the type and there is a grandmother from below and the music is probably from above, there is a young boy who lives.
Coincidence, but what an effect!