I am writing to her that I will have to send money through Russia. I make sure that there are no incidents. I wrote everything exactly. I poke on the send key. Telephone:
The sixth miiilya Russian yuyuyuyu!!!
Am I so glad I ran six miles?
Yes, I, to be honest, have not been running in the morning for a long time I even felt ashamed..
Telephone:
All glitch-glitch-glitch!!
Like I am swimming somewhere with the same Rustam at sea.
For the last glitch, I was ready to kill this phone at all! But
Having passed on its last glue-glue-glue, the cunning phone lit up with a caustic dark red light, they say it wants to eat, charging is at zero and stalled!
I AM:
During! Otherwise I would have thrown it in the trash!
But the phone knows I wont throw it away. I gave 80,000 in blood for him! They will kill me at home, devour me with giblets, they say begged, ached for a whole year buy and buy, and now in the trash?! This is such money!
An acquaintance from our whole conversation with her understood that I had just problems and even big ones I suspect what she was thinking
And what is the phone? Lies calmly and does not blow in the mustache! Im already afraid to approach him! No matter how my relatives read SMS or rather the phone!
© Copyright: Raisa Karimbaeva, 2019Certificate of publication No. 219102301512How Alik sold his apartment
We have been selling our apartment for three or four years and cannot sell it in any way. At the beginning, our apartment was an ordinary Soviet three-ruble note in a house. built during the heyday of the Soviet Union. There was nothing ordinary about her. The announcement of the sale of the apartment hung in the most visible place on the window overlooking a busy highway. This area of;;the city is the most respectable, the most fashionable and then it seemed to us that it would not be difficult to sell an apartment. But as it turned out, this is not at all the case People just came and went without saying a word There was a kind of emptiness, hopelessness and despair in their eyes, and some even disgust, that very contemptuous Fu!
Tired of everything, Alik, grabbing another leaving customer by the floor of his jacket, shouted in his hearts:
Tell me something?! Whats wrong with this apartment? Why dont you want to take it?
The outgoing, yet another successful buyer reluctantly turned around and saw all the despair and pain of Alik, who almost had tears running from his eyes, yawning. scratching his head gave out:
Oh well! So I will tell you. I do this purely out of good intentions and only because I know your parents well.
Alik became alert and became quiet. He wiped his snot and tears and began to listen to his teacher like a first grader. A failed buyer, this brute with a big belly and legs hanging on his knees, on the contrary, unlike Alik, who even became shorter and looked at him with all his eyes, suddenly acquired an important look, straightened up and even grew at once a whole meter, towering over Alik is like a lamppost.
_ Firstly.. he began, bending his fingers, you did not make major repairs
Well, I whitewashed cleanly and painted the floors Alik justified himself, not listening to him to the end.
Yes, your plaster is falling!! shouted the buyer, who did not like that he was interrupted. Your plumbing is old! The pipes are leaking!
_-So the house was built in the 60s of the last century, back in the days of Khrushchev! What can I do?!
_ And I dont care what and how! The apartment should be as good as new, as on the glossy cover, he pointed to the magazine, which he always carried with him in his pocket. There is a beautiful picture of a recently built high-rise building in a completely different, neighboring city.
_ Well, this is Almaty! And this is our Chu! There are no such houses here!
But the prices are the same as in Almaty! And if so, then the repair should be the same!
So the prices, they are the same everywhere, in Almaty, in Chu, only in Taraz a little cheaper.
Have you ever thought why we have such expensive apartments in Chu?
Probably, they found oil Alik got out.
Here it is, oil He shoved the magazine back into his pocket and was about to leave.
Although, in Almaty it is a little more expensive Alik breathed, but no one heard him. He stood alone in his apartment and, as evil, missed his next buyer again.
Why am I just going to sell my three-ruble note? He wondered more and more often. They rightly say: A stupid head doesnt give rest to his feet. he sits in a cozy armchair in his shady apple orchard and sips hot coffee with milk and crunches fried chicken.
Listen, Ishimbaev! Are you dreaming again? And who is she? Beautiful? Stuck his friend Kasym with questions, showing up to him early the next day.
Uh-huh Alik said, still twisted in the clouds.
The name of? Are you dating? Kasym pushed him slightly, smiling from the top of his mouth.
AND? What? Alik did not understand, having fallen from heaven to the sinful earth.
What are we going to do, I ask..
Repair We will make repairs! Alik said resolutely and irrevocably, as if he had cut it off.
From that very day, repairs began. Not a simple repair, but with the tearing out of all the veins and meat from the old Khrushchev. It seemed that she was crying, losing her face, her value, her story. The dust from the fallen, old, destroyed plaster stood in a pillar so that nothing could be seen. One after another, the rooms turned from an old Khrushchev into a new fashionable one like on a glossy magazine of that same failed buyer. All the repairs cost him a round sum, and if you add everything up, it turns out just 12 million, no more, no less. Two months later, Alik updated his advertisement for the sale, displaying new beautiful pictures of his three-ruble note and waited.
A month passed, then a second, a third year. Nothing. people came and went. They looked, snorted, scratched their heads, sniffed something, looked under sofas, armchairs, beds, into the toilet, into the toilet, the bathroom, the kitchen, went to the balcony, asked whats in the attic and were even going to buy it, but.. for 6 million, maximum for 10.
But I spent all 12 only on repairs! Alik was surprised in response to the amount offered to him. What is wrong now?
Hmm As you know shrugging his shoulders, the buyer silently left.
The neighbor, the most advanced in terms of sales, suggested to Alik to contact the realtor.
I dont know how realtors work in other cities, but our self-appointed realtor, or simply Sake, who knows how to sell everything in two days and doesnt take much, surprised Alik.
He demanded that Alik vacate his apartment for a while and did not interfere in everything. The most important thing is to sell, he claimed.
Do you trust me? Sake grabbed him by the throat.
Well..
Yes or no!
Hmm.. Okay Hand over!
That I respect! This is masculine, our way. Sake smugly stroked his goat, tattered, scanty, black beard sticking out in all directions. With great enthusiasm and self-confidence, he began to wander through all the apartments and carry something about modernity, hokka, and something else that Alik did not understand at all, but only assented, pretending to agree with him.