Lives stories of a life stories

Evening. 21ч 30 minutes Winter. Coldly.

I approach to the house, in a stomach pleasant weight after a pizza and a beer mug. All thoughts already about a soft bed and a good film for the night.

I come into an entrance, I press the button of a call of the lift. I wait... TISHIN... Again I press … Bl. Again silence … And here, I pay attention, that 3 booths of the lift stand opened, and the fourth is closed and does not submit any signs of a life. I press even more strongly, I swear loudly a floor-mat. Does not help. I understand, what is it inevitably, I do not believe, but it is necessary. The reality is severe, after all I live on 14 floor, and the lift does not work.

Speaking well about all four lifts, its manufacturers and, likely, prospective mother, the progenitress of all these worthless inventions.

And here, a campaign on 14 floor or the saga «there - back». First five floors have passed more or less, on 8th has regretted, that years 10 I do not do gymnastics; on 11th -  the pizza has had an effect; on 12th - feet declared strike and the jacuzzi, massage and a glass of whisky demanded. 13 floor … -  a brain has supported the requirement of feet and was disconnected. «With you the automatic system of navigation, the autopilot … speaks . I Take over control the device on myself!!!!». Bam!!!! The consciousness has returned, I look around: unfamiliar district. Bl … devices have brought, has come somewhere not there. Noise. Very strong noise. Judging by the acoustic analysis is a Puncher, and on visual - the Moldavian with the puncher)). It, as the miner dombasa, razdolbal a wall. A dust, a dirt and loud noise. Not-and-a-a!!!! The picture did not match my thoughts on silence Danaja in any way. Having approached to trudjage behind, I in half-voices to explain began it insinuatingly, that   IT ….

REPAIR WORK …

DID MORE SILENTLY!!!

Having outvoiced the puncher and with mad eyes, I have explained to the Moldavian by means of gestures and not standard lexicon law key rules about reorganisations of an available housing of of Moscow №234 from December, 04th, 2002   

I do not know, whether he has understood me or not, but, judging by silence for all evening, the result has been reached. Having gone down on 3 floors more low, I have found out the apartment. Rest and well-being has come on my tired feet.

Evening was silent and pleasant :)))

The alarm clock – a reptile rings on an ear, but today I have appeared more artfully. Has woken up on 3 mines earlier, than it is necessary …. Braided steps I reach a bath, on the move including liked radio station. I switch on the crane …. About my God, water ….holodnaja! And where the hot?? I twist other crane, bl … too most. Again the ice. The pancake, since evening did not wash … I stink, on job it is time, and dirty to go it would not be desirable)) Type of cultures-multur.

Well, good luck! I undress and under a rappberry di-dzheja from liked radio I jump under … a cold shower …  the CRY.  Shampoo … Again shout. Has washed off … now gel ...    

About, My God, as it is cold, who in general has thought up a cold!!! «I - a walrus, me am not cold, I, as a rock!!!!»

Bl … mum, I want to Africa, there, where warmly and palm trees!!! Run from a bath and under a blanket, well, them on figs such bodrjachki.  

Yours faithfully,

Alexey Belkov