The corridor is shared with the neighbors, the electricity was opened by the wife, the neighbor looks because of her open door. The electrician asked the cloth to wipe the dust in the electric shield. The neighbor runs into her apartment and returns with a dry cloth. The man smells dust, the latter abundantly sows the big son, standing in the corridor just under the shield.
Wife: You would at least wet her...
Neighbor (with a dark view fighting with the lock of her door): Please, only the wet cloth in the shield needs a set. The gloves gloves. The rubber carpet. I have not. White shoes are still available. I don’t have them, I just have grey.

The poor man trembled.