That evening I sat with Bogdan, a builder, from the village of Olshtyn and talked. In fact, I spoke because Bogdan didn't speak much... While I'm thinking about it, he didn't say anything. I also gave a story, a monologue about the unhappy apartment 107. Not only that, but in the end everything had to come down to her. Bogdan didn't interrupt, he listened...
At that time I lived in a long apartment building, which, like many others in Warsaw Suieewiec, spat out the old system. And place 107 was unfortunate and was above me. By misfortune, I don't mean bad luck for the residents who lived in it. This failure affected all the other inhabitants of the second cell division. In fact, I am not sure that the failure has spread to the residents of the side divisions. I don't know that maybe someday I will find out.
The failure began sometime in the middle of the first decade of the new millennium. Then Jadwiga died. An elderly woman ... In fact, she is a very old woman who lived in this place and did not harm anyone. An ambulance came to her a day later and took her for dialysis. Sometimes it happened that I rode the elevator in her company and the paramedic who helped her on the first five steps, typical for Polish construction. I felt uncomfortable looking at this elderly woman who could have become my mom's mother without much effort. But it wasn't the sight that caused discomfort, but the fear that if I accidentally stumbled and fell in her direction. Then I'll probably break it. Fortunately, there was little chance of stumbling in the elevator, and when the elevator reached its destination, I always got out first and went to my business. Quite regularly, at least once a week, her son Jadwiga visited her. He appeared with weekly purchases on one of those days when the ambulance did not come for the elder. He sat with her for a while, but no more than an hour, and went towards his own life. But on the day when Mrs. Jadwiga was in the toilet and she had a stroke, as a result of which she fell to the floor, hitting her head on the toilet seat and losing consciousness, neither her son nor the paramedic who protected her on the stairs did not come.
The last one appeared the next day. He was choking on the bell button for a long time. Finally, due to the lack of reaction, he notified the headquarters, who informed the son, who arrived and opened the door, and then the death could be confirmed. Was it a good death? Probably no worse than what she was told. And that the Grim Reaper decided to attack in the toilet, and not in bed? I think it was the same for Jadwiga. Apparently she hated it. The son, of course, survived the death of his mother, but he did not show it. For the paramedic and health care, this meant that there would be less than one recipient before the next recipient. Əksər oyunçuların qarşılaşdığı ən böyük problem hər şeyə mərc etməkdir Oyanmaq və müəyyən sahələrə diqqət yetirmək və bunun üzərində işləmək daha yaxşı olduğunu başa düşmək vacibdir mostbet 91 yalnız böyük turnirlərdə, əks halda heç vaxt eşitmədiyiniz anlaşılmaz oyunçular səbəbindən bütün pulunuzu itirmək riski böyükdür
