Winter 2001 (maybe 2002, I don’t remember exactly). We studied at

evening department of the Lake Branch of MIFI.

As usual, after the meeting, we met with our colleagues. All men are adults.

27-30 years on average, respectively, gave quite strongly. Engaged

Talk about who will push out the giraffe 32 kg more.

One comrade cries, "I press out 13 times", the other, healthier, does not believe and

He claims to push no more than eight times. The word for the word was called,

Give me a double!

I say to a friend - there is, but I have home, and you will pull it yourself.

It should be noted that my friend and I lived at different ends of the street.

Comrade at the end. The street is not long, some 10 minutes walk in one

The side.

gathered and went. They came to me without adventures, took a giraffe. Koriak

First I picked it up as a bag. It was enough for 150 meters. Further pulled

On the shoulder, with two hands, and almost a wool. Wet, damp but hot.

Approaching the house, the root of the giraffe suddenly tries to turn on the stairs

And in the straw. I stop him, I ask why to cross over the swarms, on the

I got the answer – I went there and there, I said I know where to go.

You know so you know. I walked another 50 meters on the sidewalk before entering, and

to the Comrade. Wait 10 minutes, 15 - no root. RJM was taken along with

by Girey.

I decided to go out to see. Looking around, there is no one.

A small explanation - the comrade with whom we walked lived in Khrushchev, whose

3 (three) pieces in a row, and in the last in the course of movement

The third entrance on the fourth floor.

I approach the neighboring (second) house, I hear the door knock, I see

The swinging body moves from the second entrance to the third.

I approach the entrance, open the door and tell you that the house is not that.

Grochot giri, on the second floor level. I get up and see the picture.

The roots are sitting on the stairs, wet like a mouse, a hat in the hand, almost sober.

Giraff next door. And this creature says with a sad voice: "I have two entrances before

The fourth floor has passed – there is no iron door anywhere!” The houses are wrong.