My house is private, the entrance to the courtyard through a iron barrel weighing 40 kilograms. From the wreath to the night, the calice was always supported by a break. A week ago, around midnight, there was some thunderstorm, running out into the courtyard, I saw a cane rolling on the asphalt and a man running away. After putting it in place and analyzing the work of the break, I determined that when strongly exposed from the reverse side, the break works like a lever and the boiler rising up flies from the cock. But since other means of protection we purchased did not have time, the break continued to function. Yesterday, at about the same time, I heard the sound of a strike on the asphalt again and immediately jumped out, stopping this bombe in a meter from the fence, before the start of the run he had time to pronounce the phrase with astonishment and hatred:
"But it has fallen again!"