Yesterday, the whole house was captured. repair of the courtyard: cleaned the place under the parking lot, cooked new turnips on the site, updated the benches, rearranged the bordures. In order to create favorable conditions for the parking lot, the place for 20 cars has been filled with sand, and it has been flanked on three sides with a border and mountains with a slate. From the side of the ride they poured fresh concrete up to the house, and the entrances to the courtyard were blocked with their cars and red shutters until the brigade arrived to pour out the parking lot.
So, at night, one companion in a taxi did not pay attention to the obvious signs of "building" and the unusual location of the cars, and still found a gap in the border from the far end of the venue, broke between the mountains on wet sand, walked around the turnips, and then stuck in raw concrete near the house, but still went straight to the entrance, from where and was laconically sent by one of the tenants on a loud and ringing yuh. I walked the same path, poor man.