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In front of the apartment he entered a new neighbor. Tall, thin, constantly focused, he never said hello, rattles the keys, the door slams. He leaves early returns closer to the night. A strange type, I decided, suspecting him of being the sort of men who in addition to work to think about anything can not, and people do not notice at all.
Two weeks later, it turned out - a programmer or a financier (the letter in my mailbox by mistake come from the company of some of the investment). Well, of course. All clear. Ones-tac-toe, wiring - shurupchiki. And not a single living soul chord.
Yes, I do, in general, and still. Once or twice I said hello, smiled even - no, this breed out of the rut is not vybesh feminine charm. And ask you attached to him at all? Well, neighbor and neighbor, well closed, okay, what now, all friends have to ask for?
And he reminded me of my colleague. Outside the same, respect for anyone, any interest in the programs, and self-esteem to the ceiling and to the head buck. Our Bob is also in the morning on the first home - the last one, and all profits believes, and on New Year's gifts did not want to fold. And he asked for nothing to give - they say, they say, still do not wish to guess. Brrr.
His neighbor, I myself also nicknamed Vasya. On the eve of the New Year, I was returning home. Packages with sausage, champagne, spruce branches - go snow boots trample down. Bob overtake me. My Vasya, a neighbor. At the entrance slipped, the door slammed shut, and was gone. I Put the bag on the floor, look for clues, call an elevator - no male gallantry.
In the evening, I heard a knock at the door. On the eve of my cavalier Bob.
- Hello.
- Hello!
- You did not touch circuit breakers?
Knife? Very interesting.
- Do not touch me, no circuit breakers.
- Good. Do you have a light?
- There is.
- Strange - Bob muttered absently and went to his apartment.
That's all. No thanks, no sorry, not even a smile. Truth and arrogance characteristic of my working Vasya not flashed. Well, I decided, a strange type.
However, a few days later in the face of the elevator, we big fight. Although this is an exaggeration, because I swore, and my neighbor looked at me and said nothing. I broadcast of their perturbation of his rudeness.
Rudeness was the fact that Bob was rude Catherine Petrovna from the first floor. She went for a walk with Jack, a dog, and tied him to a birch tree at the entrance. Herself talking with a friend, and Jack waited on a leash. Vasya reason Catherine Petrovna said that, they say, that it would put itself on the leash, he would have looked at it. Well, what kind of person?
For the next month after our altercation in the elevator Bob me did not come across, and I think forgot about him, and on the work of so many things in bulk.
Late one night a knock at the door. Oh, I thought about my neighbor and prepared to answer the question about circuit breakers. But it was not Bob. Before the door stood an old grandmother. Something inside me sank. My grandmother was a truck, in a dark brown coat, short, with rays of wrinkles around the eyes.
- Good evening, you do not tell me, and Bob on this landing live?
- Bob? ... I do not know ... - I'm even a little scared, because my Vasya, he does not necessarily Vasya.
- And maybe he lives? Awesome such hudyuuuschy - handed grandmother with a smile.
For myself, of course I was surprised, but did not let on:
- I do not know how the young man's name, but here's one surly tall man really lives across the street. And you called at the door?
- Yes I rang, my dear. No one opens - Grandma took out a crumpled piece of paper and handed it to me, so I checked the address.
- Yeah, that's right. But it usually comes too late. You probably have no place to wait? Walk is to me. I have no plans, I'll give you tea.
- Oh you're uncomfortable ...
- Come in, come in, your Bob ever comes later, it will be a long wait.
Until late in the evening we drank tea with my granny neighbor.
Grandmother Vasya, probably like all grandmothers appeared talkative and his grandson loved without memory.
"I have it not sociable. Severe sometimes even mean. But this is only in appearance. Ecologist it. Some projects writes. You know, on the ecology of the polar regions. These tries to connect ... investors. To rare species of northern animals to keep.
From the village that's left - I am very worried that will miss the beasts of ours. We have the same economy. Calves, lambs. You do not understand the city. We accompanied him - said that the city - it is not the place. But he went. He said the city easier environment to do, a lot of possibilities - not what we have.
We have, however, even this ... your Internet is not carried out. Here Vasya and went. I call me every week. He told me that you have in the entrance of a large dog lives Shepherd. He says his heart is compressed when the beast in captivity. In general, my dear, it is difficult to you, unusual. That would be his wife that if he is in town, assistant ... "
While Grandma Vasey told me all this, I have to mentally think through his monologue for a neighbor. Not that I was very ashamed, but that at first glance the people should not judge, I knew exactly ...
... After a couple of months, we Vasya went to the village on vacation. Bob lovingly wore my tea from the other end of the car and told us about the exciting features of the flora area, on which the train was traveling.
We went to granny. And I think that my favorite man completely transformed on the background of nature. Then I thought about the fact that children need fresh air and natural products, but that's another story ...
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