My friend works in furniture. He tells us:
An employee of the hall approaches and reports that on the sofa in the department is soft, sleeping some man. Well, he is there, really sleeping, until the snoring stands. Well he wakes him up and says he’s sleeping, yeah.
He stared at him, then onto the couch for 75 boxers and said, Ohye...your couch...I take.

ууу:I remembered how we moved - in the new house, the crossroads, the shovel under 15 degrees, we walk in jeans, hooks and shoes. Father went to the old house waiting for the new owners - keys and docks to give and in the kitchen on the floor cut off, as warm, native, quiet and cozy :)