First a brief background. I'm a cadet, and together with a classmate we rent a two-room apartment. Apartment we got such that I would be a believer, would have long ago clicked on all the churches priest, to sprinkle the apartment with holy water. The most colorful thing in our life is that on the floor below there is a crazy woman - the former head physician of the hospital, two higher educations. This person has the habit of screaming in his throat phrases like: "It's an abomination, do not touch the crown with a shoe-boot! Abomination, stop trampling and screeching! It's an abomination, it hurts! " Or even simply: "A-ah-ah-ah!". And the voice - God forbid, and the concepts of "day" and "night" are alien to it. But this is so, by the way.
In general, there are strangenesses in our apartment.
This person has the habit of screaming in his throat phrases like: "It's an abomination, do not touch the crown with a shoe-boot! Abomination, stop trampling and screeching! It's an abomination, it hurts! " Or even simply: "A-ah-ah-ah!". And the voice - God forbid, and the concepts of "day" and "night" are alien to it. But this is so, by the way.
In general, there are strangenesses in our apartment.