A happy girl
In Lviv there was a wild heat, but unlike Moscow, it was easier to survive it.
There is no flying asphalt, a rock around, at least in the center.
I accidentally met my old friend from a past life and we went to his elderly parents and two huge men with tattoos – his brothers (at my last visit they didn’t know how to walk).

On the way, a friend told me a wonderful story that I hope will warm you too:

Our house was built almost in the center instead of the old one.
and collapsed.
The case was thirty years ago, a large glowing crowd of future tenants gathered in the entrance. Here and now we all had to decide our fate - who on which floor will get the apartment. At first, everyone fought wildly, proving each other why they could not live on the first floor because of their health, then spit and went to the draw. This is not a casino, it is a serious matter, it will not overplay. Once and for a lifetime...
Mother tragically pulled us out of the second floor, better not think of the excitement behind, but I still turned for a long time, watching the joyful cries of the lucky ones and the tears of the shouting and weeping of the losers.
There are four-room apartments. The first family approached the paper hat: a father, a pregnant mother and a three-year-old girl Vita. The parents proudly stated that their daughter here is the happiest and she has once saved the whole family from death: "We went to the village, sat in the bus, bought tickets, but the daughter became sick, had to not go. And then this bus crashed without us, half of the people died and the other became disabled.”
It was time for the happy girl to climb in her hat and pull a paper. Everyone is frozen on the first floor.
The pregnant mother shouted:
Not so honest! Let’s play, she’s still small.
She was stupid and didn’t know what she was pulling out!! to
But when the angry mom realized that the number would not pass, she was desperate, with all the people rushed to lick her poor "happy" daughter.
People tried to stop her, which the father of the girl said:
It will stop if we overplay the draw.
Then came the poor...
So they settled on the first floor, without a balcony and with sliding bars on the windows.
It was quite a little time, Vita's mother had not yet had time to give birth, went on the window and started washing the windows for Easter. Her head turned and the woman fell out on the street, falling her face into a pink bush.
I was very worried, but even the baby didn’t lose, because it wasn’t the second, third, fourth, but the first floor... I remember, our whole house was worried about it.
Twenty years passed, the restructuring devoured all the subcutaneous reserves of the family, Vita's parents aged, retired and lowered their hands, they simply didn't imagine how to feed three children...
The little girl Vita took the family into her little hands. She took them all to the village to her grandmother, entered the loan and set up a small grocery store in the apartment.
Five years later, this girl Vita so elevated that she was able to make such a generous offer to her neighbors on the second floor, which it is stupid to refuse, and since then the girl's family has returned from the village and lives in an apartment above her store, and in the summer her rejuvenated and eternally burning parents do not leave Montenegro.

Here, my friend and I came to the cool nuts of the gourmet and bought a bottle of ice quas.
I looked into the box and a friend said:
Hello to Vita.
I also greeted.
A good girl...