The entrance is usual: a home phone, smoking in olive banks, in the elevator.
And here – between the first and second floors, just under the mailboxes – no one brought. very large. and brown. and glossy. The Spiral of Archimedes. On the first day, we spotted, grumbled, sympathized with the neighbors. Neighbors did not need sympathy and on the second day solved the problem unstandardly and aesthetically: they poured a bunch of sugar sand. White currant with yellow spots. Truffle in Russian. Fuck the sugar.