Do you want to earn? Andrei did not doubt the answer. Well, you know what a riot came into the country a couple of years after the stupid coup of 91 years. You do not know, it is better. Money and work were foolish. So I immediately went to the details:
What to do? Loading up again? There was such an episode, Andrew.
and organized.
Not alcohol this time. Furniture, clothes and all kinds of things. and loading on
The fifth floor.
The move?
Peter’s family is moving to Moscow. The apartment was purchased at
The Komsomol Prospect.
It is great. A lot of shit?
Not very much. and two trucks. At first I got the most necessary.
The rest will be bought later. Repair the room behind the room.
How many rooms?
and four. The enormous. Great apartments in Komsomolsk. The Old Bolsheviks
They are sold, there is nothing to live.

But, Andrew told me, it’s not that easy. Bolsheviks themselves, grandfather and grandmother
They no longer worry about anything, preparing for the last relocation.
The initiators of the sale are the middle generation of the family - whether the son with the wife, or the daughter with the husband. Both worked in the party part as some small functionaries, but in the bread place – maybe even in the Old Square. When the Soviet Union came to an end, their food was gone.
Finding a job with their profession was completely unrealistic, and they did not look for it.
The younger generation – a boy and a girl – did not think about work either, and did not study anywhere, they sat at home. So, the sale of the apartment was their only solution. The way of life is strange, if not more. From the house, the family appears to only go to the store for food. The rest of the time they are sitting at home. The apartment is terribly crowded. Of the four rooms, only one is residential, where all six live in a terrible tightness. The bathroom and kitchen are still in good condition. The rest of the space has been used for many years as a washing machine and is covered with sludge almost under the ceiling. Old broken furniture, some carpets, beaten and just dirty dishes, unwashed underwear, old newspapers and just garbage accumulated in fifteen or twenty years. Through one room, a narrow path to the residential place is pervaded, and two are simply closed, as they have been filled for a long time. Andrei just shrugged when he saw this.

The apartment must be released by a certain day, to which Andrewha and collected a company of loaders from acquaintances. However, when we arrived on the appointed day after lunch, we found a nervous newcomer and an evil Andreyhu hanging at the entrance. The residents did not have time to clean the room. A whole brigade of evil and sweat loaders snorted back and forth, carrying huge plastic bags and loading the body of the truck.
How long are they?
Hear knows them! They should have finished yesterday, and they still have no horse.
It wore! You see, the garbage is taken. Direct to the cleaning. already and
They are not trying to sort. The second truck today. Until they survived
One passing room. But in the morning, the loaders were from the body, and now the blood
They move and at least move. The brigadier had agreed.
As for help. Are you ready to earn a little more?
I don’t mind it, it just looks so dirty... Okay, agree.

Arrived in the apartment. Although they were prepared by the Andrew's story, but from what they saw in their eyes experienced a slight shock. It really looks like a landfill. Dirt, dust, hot as in the underground. The brigade grabs into bags all in a row without dealing and carries with the flow. The windows can’t be opened, we haven’t arrived yet. The former owners are sitting in the kitchen, closing the door. The white bone. Okay, nothing to do, joined the convoy.
The case was more fun. We load, we carry, we load. We are talking about human laziness and pork. They excavated the table and chairs, the couch - broken and taken away. I opened the windows and it became easier to breathe.

An hour later, the carrier stood up. Carriers clashed in the room and in the corridor. The brigadier walked into the kitchen and knocked on the door.
Mr. President, we did not agree. Weights come at a different price.
What other weight? At first glance, the former
I did not like the party very much. Rose is disgusting.
Brushly spotted lips, beer bubble and in general, we have seen such
Ideological workers in Soviet times. I said, everything
The wash!
Such a weight! Look at yourself!
The crowd spread, and the owner, and behind him and the mistress entered the room, unsuccessfully trying to keep the clothes clean. From the rubbish wreck the corner of the piano. White once, and now grey-yellow from dirt.
and Yopt! The owner barely sat on the floor. Do we have a piano?
and Hui! The housewife knocked her mouth. I remember fifteen years.
Back we all thought about not learning Anka to play the piano! Listen, maybe
Do you have a garage with a car? Remember why you got it?

Not only the owners and the brigadier of the cargoes laughed. The harsh face of the proletariat was clearly marked by class hatred.