This summer, the regional office of hell on Earth opened in the Southern Urals. Along with the ambassador, free pecked was delivered. About the branch — this is, of course, a joke, and about the bake of the truth. Look at the Urals phenomenon of the admin heat even the Germans arrived.
Three weeks cost windless weather with incredible pecl. Today, the shadows reached +42. There was much more in the sun — the neighbor even boiled vinyl siding on the house.
I don’t want to do anything from the word at all. At one time we saved from the heat in the workshop, but since there are meals with glass, the temperature inside is even higher than in the sun. At least open sauna! Instead of 16 hours, the oven operation cycle exceeds 24 hours. And anyway, you have to stand in the workshop and perform orders already taken.
What is happening with the climate, if in the Urals, many have thought about buying an air conditioner. We live outside the city, in the city of the heat felt stronger. Today a friend called, he said that her neighbor put a tent in the shadow side of the nine-story store and sleeps at night there.
I understand it perfectly!
But we have a huge amount of work on house, plot and workshop. Bought Kamaz rubble and Kamaz sand, a new wheelbarrow, cement … Only what a construction site when the heat takes the last power. Would drive somewhere in the basement, and lie down, hugging the pipe with cold water.
Profilioning for the last three days, I realized that it was still necessary to work. Summer will leave, and in the winter in our conditions you will not do anything. I can not imagine how people have something to build something in the southes in summer, is there even more heat?
Crimeans, Kubans tell me, Share a secret !!!!
As soon as the sun went beyond the horizon and blew barely a marked breeze, I took a new wheelbarrow, a shovel and went beyond the fence to carry crushed stone.
Remember, like Zadornov … Mortwelt … I didn’t have time to go to a heap and thump a couple of shovel shovers in a wheelbarrow, as someone’s steps were heard. The darkness was not to disassemble who it is. If a friend — says unfamiliar — well, it is difficult to hurt. In general, I throw a crushed stone in a car, how a neighbor’s voice is heard from behind (lives through a couple of houses from me):
Yes, I am!
-Aaaaa, hello, Vadim. What was struggling to solve at night?
In complete darkness, the neighbor just did not recognize me. He went to the chill to walk the dog and saw that someone pulls her crushed stone at night. Stills, talked, laughed.
I am buried on. I did not have time to mask five cars, how steps again and the voice reports:
-Not well crushed stone from Vadim to steal!
-And who am I?
-Aaaa, Vadim, that you did not recognize in the dark.
-UU, twenty minutes ago I did not know me too.
They stood … Talked … Sasha went further, I again for rubble.
What do you think, what question did I hear in 10 minutes?
-And, what day can you?
-Aaaaa, Vadim will live for a long time, I did not recognize.
These are the next neighbors walked with a dog. They stood again, talked. A few more neighbors passed by, noticing us fit and wondered that it was me at night we were tusking rubble.
Well, yes! All people like people, one I am with a shovel and a wheelbarrow!
But Cherry on the cake was my last meeting. Already tired, I loaded the last wheelbarrow. Still a little bit and that’s it. I’ll go wash! But still you need to write an article on Zen!
What happened next?
For my back, the steps were heard.
The woman unfamiliar to me quickly went with a child somewhere on the top of the village. When they stood with me, I last loaded the wheelbarrow and sitting squatting, cleaned the spade blade with a twist from the ponds of clay.
Noticing in three meters from the road with a wheelbarrow, the woman accelerated, said inseparable: «
And at this time there was a quiet, but still well distinguishable in silence in a warm Ural night whisper of the child:
Mom, and uncle what, stones steal?
So I became a thread!