Yesterday night I went out to the kiosk to buy beer, bought it, sat down on the bench in the neighboring courtyard...I sit..3 hours at night, the courtyard is surrounded by five floors.. silence.. from the house, which is left of me, a woman's voice -"Ryzy, on the balcony go out..." in a couple of seconds, in the house opposite from the third floor-"Well, it was blasphemous?"...She's him-"You are there?"in the silence of the night you can hear the buzz of a bucket on the asphalt, and then the voice-"Yes, it's already a niche, a suck" fell out everyone who smoked at this moment on the