I lie with my husband in bed, and behind my grandmother’s window a song of all sorts sings. And loudly so, to the whole courtyard.The third hour no longer stops swinging.Well, the husband did not stand, says, I will go and tell her to close her mouth, but the neighbor above is ahead of him, and we hear this scream:
Listen to you! Percentage is out! Close your mouth bad.
And in response to him a boy, with a quiet voice, under an unceasing exhausting song:
She doesn’t hear, she’s in her headphones.