Tonight I was awakened by a bored and drunk voice coming out of the street. “Yanaiah! Jannah is! “Where are you, Jannah?” Ten minutes without stopping. It was hot and dull outside, so there was no desire to close the window. But another desire was awakened - to go out and hit the young Romeo on the back. Nervously smoking a cigarette, I began to watch the figure running under the window, thinking how much I am enough to overcome the laziness of dressing. “Yanaiah! “Yannah!” He continued to scream. Here I hear from the neighboring window a subtle voice: “What, sweet?” “Yana, I love you!“His voice was noticeably increased. “I am you, my dear. Now go to bed, I’ll call you tomorrow.” “Good day!” With these words, the figure, with a joyful jump, began to quickly move away from the house.
My neighbor is a very ingenious girl. She is not Anna, she is Natasha.