Moving to other city. A life anew, a life from zero, a life from a blank leaf. Imperial rooms are represented to the obscured look, and in the centre I am an empress sea. At more attentive viewing of announcements "surrenders", in particular the prices for a mansion and their detailed description, you understand, that on a tower to threaten not udastsja, however, and on a palace too. Having learnt, the prices for transportation of already available furniture and for purchase lacking, I almost agree paradise in a tent.

Let's search for apartment. On the Internet day and night steadfastly by all criteria we study offers, the best it is unpacked, it seems to me, I already start them to learn by heart. Dates for viewing are appointed strongly in advance, often co-ordinated on some times and demand several phone calls and several e-mailov. We agree on a number of apartments. From a balcony of the first apartment the kind on a wall of the cemetery beginning at once behind the house opens. I not so trust negative recommendations the fan-shuj concerning cemeteries, but all the same phantoms I dislike, to me becomes somehow not on myself. Interiors of apartment of admiration do not cause. I ask, whether will be replaced or at least fixed kolyhajushcheesja a carpet covering, to me hint, that I without problems itself can buy a glue tube. On a question, whether there will be here this tiny refrigerator, and whether there is a dishwasher, learn, that certainly I can buy and establish the a refrigerator and the dishwasher and even if I will want, I can buy a new plate. On apartment the forgotten empty bottles are placed, and on a balcony the bag with coal for a grill of what we do a conclusion rolls, that sooner or later to it houses of a fire not to pass. There is still a second floor, a ceiling such low, that we creep on a spiral staircase literally. The Aunt-broker with ecstasy extols imagined advantages of apartment. For persuasiveness, it is glad to help rough speech by gesticulation. But it is compelled to hold the portfolio under the arm as its torn off handle it is sad hangs down downwards. Probably, affairs at the broker go not so. We politely say goodbye. Now we plan for each apartment of hour on two before to meet the broker and for a short while to come inside, we wander hours, studying vicinities, and their influence on our aesthetic taste. One more apartment is approved and outside - is respectable, is green; and inside – a bath-jacuzzi, the good built in kitchen. I am not up to the end assured, whether I can to live on the ground floor, and we come back along toward evening to the house once again to bypass it outside. I long stand about a balcony and I think, for how many seconds the malefactor from sidewalk gets on my balcony, then I approach to a window and I try to make out once again through it kitchen lockers. About the house the pensioner starts to loaf, pretending, that it here so in itself, thus not lowering with me an eye. I recede to the car, and here I am am called by the pensioner from the next balcony, that it I here have forgotten a pier and what for here I lounge about. I understand, that at such round-the-clock protection even on the ground floor it is possible to sleep easy, but long with such vigilant neighbours I will not stretch. We go to the following apartment on other coast of Elba, we pass area where Putin once lived in one of houses, a memorial board it is not visible. We approach to the house, from windows of the top floor are put out and lusciously two djadek smile, wagging with a hand. The scene with pasterom Slag and a geranium pot at a window, same affable pomahivanie is recollected. Apartment interiors are pitiable, they do not manage to be disguised even the most sweet smiles. In some days we decide to continue shows. In 9 mornings we face to the house, the broker is late, I study tablets with surnames of tenants. The entrance door opens, and in a court yard the aunt, awful alkogolicheskogo a kind creeps out, passes to the garbage container, thoughtfully throws in it a bottle and disappears in the house. No, such neigbour it is exact not dream of the poet when there is a broker, I already do not look at apartment almost. Later the quite good apartment in the old house with the hugest terrace is shown to us, first it seems, that such terrace cannot belong to one apartment, and should serve as a place public vygula. I am already almost enamoured in a terrace. Guards the waste ground levelled by a dredge directly about the house and under my delightful terrace. We are interested, that actually here it is started. To us tell, that in the near future, here will start to erect the charming house which will adjoin side by side our house and to our delightful terrace. Yes, here then it become valid can a place public vygula, at least from curious sights you will not disappear anywhere. We will run from beginning building, in imagination I am am pursued by approaching dredges and cranes. We face to one more house we wait for the next late broker. Appears djadechka a crafty kind, at a leather folder, directs to us. It appears not our broker, and the employee of competing agency, at which in 15 minutes a meeting with its clients for display. Such turn has put the broker at all does not confuse, he there and then remained minutes suggests to show us apartment in the next house. We obrechenno agree. The apartment, appears, marvellously, good. Not to see neither cemeteries, nor neighbours-alcoholics, the torn off carpet coverings, the terrace of my dream is replaced with two balconies to which I am already ready to give the arrangement. We throw out hundreds leaflets with raspechatannymi, the sorted, considered and not considered offers, phones, addresses, names and dates. Same week we sign the contract on apartment.

(October 2007)

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