At 9 o’clock in the evening, I sit on the order in the shop, docking the last series of the house, the layout is processed simultaneously in the illustrator, the dinner is heated in the microwave, something in the background drums the TV. And then another good neighbor for the third hour in a row drilled something. Finally, I start carefully reducing the layers and blissfully lay down on the back of the chair.
At this point, electricity is cut out throughout the house.
The momentary silence.
drawing up I get to my favorite powerful lighthouse and sadly overwhelmed (it needs to be overwhelmed - the nicher project is not preserved) I crash to the standard cardboard wall, behind which the apartment of the hated driller. I hear a joyful cry:
Think about how precautionary I am!!...
The sound drilled.
Behind the door, on the staircase cage, in the dark, there were nine people of neighbors in picturesque coats and nightwear, looking at the neighbor’s door with a stupid outcome.