My husband and I moved a month ago to a rental apartment in a "model" house. A panel that is 30 years old in the bedroom area. When they chose it was very undercover that the territory was fenced, made an internal parking lot, lawn, shops new, all the business. UFC is trying.

After a couple of days we realized that in this "model" house 90% of the population are retired))) Honestly not the best neighborhood, I will tell you. Old age must be respected and all things, but old age, unfortunately, does not respect us and all these cute grandmothers (grandparents remain aside as spectators) decided that a young family couple is not suitable for them in the neighborhood.

After a week, I go home from work. I come home from 7 to 8 p.m. and my husband comes from 9 to 10 p.m. We are very few at home and try to go to the village on weekends, or my husband works on weekends and I am home alone. So, I go home, in my headphones, thinking about what to cook for dinner. There is a woman standing near the elevator. I pull out the headphones, and she starts screaming at me, no, ORATH! I did not even understand at first. In general, it turned out that this woman is the head of the house and all week she receives complaints on us from ALL the neighbors from the upper and lower floors. I told her at first that she probably was wrong. It didn’t happen to us at home, and she wanted to go back to the elevator, as she grabbed my hand and began to prove that it was us who complained. And they complain about the fact that we are infinitely drilling and drilling. Oh, in another person’s apartment, which we rent, we drill and drill 24 hours a day. In addition, we flooded the neighbor from below and she was so upset that she had to call an ambulance, and we were such dwarfs, did not open the door when we were called into the apartment. To my words that we did not open because we were not at home, the woman did not pay any attention at all and continued to express her dissatisfaction with our arrival in this house at the speed of the light. At one point I got tired and I said I was ready to walk around all the neighbors, look in the eyes and ask if we really drill and if we really melt. And you know what? No one opened. We went through 6 apartments and none opened! Okay, I left the phone number and said they would call me and I will deal with the one who complains.

This adventure is not over. A couple of days later, the housewife of the apartment came, hysterically, allegedly, showing what you sprinkled here and where the water you poured all. I calmly took her around the apartment where nothing was found and made her green tea. We sat down, we talked, it turned out that we were complaining that we smoked on the balcony, and also we talked loudly and that my husband coughed loudly in the morning and it is still very late to knock on our door (we come home at 11 and 12). In short, we are terrible and disturb everyone and no one lives from us. The owner seemed to have made 2 and 2 and had no claims to us. Then, periodically, the neighbor on the left caught me and expressed her ills.

A few more days have passed, a hot day, a little wind on the street, a weekend, we sit in the evening on the balcony with my husband, talking about this. Here from the neighboring balcony begins or, something like, and how long will you talk here? I will call the housewife! To be honest, I was bombarded. Still, we pay money for an apartment where you can’t walk, talk, open the door and nothing at all! I began to scream in response that I would call the police at least and that she got me and I will do whatever I want in my house. My husband tried to reassure me and that now I am ridding myself, but I was already cared, I was ready to get stuck with this woman, because she has been drinking my blood slowly for almost a month. Five minutes later, the owner of the apartment calls. I took the phone and started the first one. She expressed her dissatisfaction and that at the conclusion of the contract no word was said about the troubled neighbors. Here she admitted that the previous tenants came together precisely because they did not endure strife with the neighbors. Oh that is what. In general, I also stumbled on the hostess and told her that in a week I am going on vacation and actually all two weeks I will drill, bowl, bowl, turn on porn, bring friends who will roast like horses and arrange ALL "paradise life". The next day the hostess came and we went to the neighbors. The hostess tried to explain something unclear, what the neighbor was shouting, that she would call the police and everything here. I was once again removed from all this. I entered into the conversation and said that my husband and I were going to take a mortgage and that if she did not leave us alone, I would buy this apartment and when I became a full-fledged tenant of the house, she would not know the salvation from me, that I would go to the decree, I would give birth every year to small handsome children, I would have a dog, or maybe even two, who would laugh and lick under the cry of my children, and I would at this moment learn to play the piano, because it is the dream of my whole life. And you know what? It worked! She was psychotic and knocked the door. And I calmly breathed, because for a week no one has ever approached me, did not call, and they are by the side at all. I think that if the grandmother again has an attack of dissatisfaction with our family, then I will start to scare the mess and the hell, I think of learning something in Latin))

Such things, sometimes you have to act radically, not everyone can agree on peace.

I think it turned out to be a bit tumultuous, I wrote straight in emotions, as I remember this, as in a shake takes from rage.