How I love my Harlem!
Drama will not be. Just the first time probably in my entire life understood that to the horror love my area, with its endless alcoholics, screaming obscenities at Sequency, lads with their murdered with trash and motor-vehicles, grandmother, presided at entrances to the bentwood chairs and armchairs antediluvian, PPSnikami in two nights when taschishsya home laundry in the dryer, cats, garbage that is put only on holiday, young people in the hallways, painting in marker on the steps, not forever closing the door to the code are most entrances and other bytovuhoy. As and wrote at the beginning - the drama will not.
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