On one of the quiet streets of the city of N. inhabitants slid down on the roof for the road. My neighbor refused. One day, closer to noon, a camel came and poured out a bunch of straw from me in front of the yard. My neighbor saw, but did not hear, how the camouflage officer told me that after lunch there would be more cars with a scraper, and a grinder that would level the scraper all over the street. A neighbor asked me what was happening. I told him that since he didn’t go down the slope, the street would only be placed in the opposite direction of him and only from my yard. For the next two hours, I watched him load a shredder in a chariot and drive him to his courtyard, making his way straight. Seeing that his forces were at an end I went out to help the neighbor with advice, to load more and drive faster until the gray arrived. The neighbor was so inspired by my generosity that he was even delighted to take my advice on planning the plot in front of his yard. Tired of helping, I went out to make a coffee. In my memory will forever remain the expression of his face, observing how after lunch came the squirrels, poured out the slices in uniform heaps throughout the street, then came the gray and leveled everything in a flat layer, including in front of his courtyard.