One evening, a paler 20 * 20 mm was hitting my eyes, or rather, I stumbled on them again once, making your way to the workshop.
"Fate" - I said out loud, and echo habitually answered differently.
I lifted her hacksaw and ruthlessly saw on equal cuts
It seemed to me a little and finished the poor lumps by the mill.
There was one of the first turning moments (not in life, of course) of that evening. Suddenly there was an insight - which can come from this soup.
Whether it is lying, or nonlapitsa ... such a form appeared.
Under the hot hand, the old box was caught from under oranges, in the cat Cheburashka illegally crossed the border.
... walked the last day of the winding work ...
In the process, an understanding and another revelation came that a house was built, a night light. Whose house will be a secret for me.
House without furniture - Empty box
Already more fun, there is where to sit down and why knock on a spoon.
Without doors, now in no way - the times are not ...
There is already a spouse connected.
We have places, although not the northern, but without the stove in winter, oak can give.
The house should be with the amenities, albeit in the yard.
Conducted electricity, they have booked 3V on the battery, put the switches. Put all this in WC.
And then the collective fantasy suffered us on endless creative fields. Somehow the owner of the construction was determined between the case - let it be a hunter. I wanted to shove so much there, but ... somewhere there was not enough knowledge and skills, somewhere the necessary materials. They built as they could, fueled by simple enthusiasm and receiving an incredible bua from what is happening.
... Beats in a cramped fire ...
May the light be!
Slightly added different utensils for the convenience of living.
By the way, everyone tried to do from wood. Everything was previously considered trimmed, and now it became just a treasure of ideas. Joiner and Morida - our faithful helpers.
Slightly caught up in the snow. And then outside the window to slush and calendar December is not glad.
A little comfort. Hot kettle, interesting book ...
Gun. Everything according to the classics - hanging and waiting for its o'clock.
Well, the final version of what happened. Sali and skiing for winter pokatushek.
Hut, hut, stand up to the forest before, to Ivan's rear ...
Quiet flames in the window, someone lives there ... come in. Be as at home, traveler, I will not refuse anything ...
All heat and New Year's mood!
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