I change a week in the Russian resort city N for a week in a new building in Moscow, because the pipet.
Howofony of cockroaches on the shore (Leps, Waenga, Factory and other bouye), screams from the amusement park, drunk companies are not in the order and not in the fall singing oh frost frost what a man black crown, lost souls knocking and ringing in all the gates - and we stopped here, and you don't know where we stopped, the ringing of dishes in the buffet from the sinking columns without an extinguisher, the screams of spears and feathers, the hysterical haunted dogs, the wicked cat break-ups and the subsequent wickedness of catching a half-waste container with chicken bones of eggs... And this, note, the quiet edges.
Perforators, screwdrivers, Bulgarians on the weekend - a child's cradle, believe it!