Hi Anya !
We Spring has begun. Snow melts quickly and reveals ready-made green grass .
We live on the fourth floor under the roof .
All icicles in our district have already fallen , and in front of my window has been a week all hung hefty icicle .
I feared it churn as people walk downstairs and was waiting when she falls down and carry with them our ancient Azerbaijani air conditioning. He is long overdue to the cemetery. And noise and Nemer eats kilowatt - hours . But the cold bitch well . And so it is a pity to throw it yourself .
But did not give an icicle and all did not want to fall . And all just dripped and dripped . And this was done right in front of thinner and smaller. And now remained only a little from her dripping otrostochek . And this reminded me of the fate of our heroic melting icicles short , rapidly melting life .
Our time drops out quickly , and we all tried to keep as an icicle on the roof, and do not fall on the damn air conditioning Baku . Interestingly, while there are now doing in Baku conditioners ?
Today bought a can of black paint . Need to finish their long started painting . Would be a shame if the icicle falls earlier. And the picture will unfinished and will be thrown in the trash new owners of the house .
Nicholas Rusin .
P.S. Hi friends Aborigines.