My friend and I walk through the street, look at the sides and observe this picture: on the fifth floor, on the balcony, there is some kind of action, like a sluggish fight. Finally, a man falls out of the balcony and flies down, somewhat cleverly flying into the crown of the topol, which stood next to the house, and continues its fall. Growth, the crash of breaking sows, the shells of the leaves, we are standing articulated, the man fell something about a minute, and silently.

Finally, he fell from the bottom of the topol, stumbled around the sidewalk with his ass, all encouraged, naturally, into smoke drunk, and said a phrase that struck me for the rest of my life:

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! to