My boyfriend and I recently entered into a legal marriage. My happiness knew no bounds. After all, at that moment everything was going very well. Before the wedding, my parents said they would let us live in my grandparents’ apartment.
Granny died a few years ago and her parents began to rent out her apartment. After the death of my grandparents, almost nothing was changed in the apartment.
Repairs were then considered inappropriate. Tenants can ruin everything. Therefore, all the furniture here is antique.
And then, in connection with our marriage, the parents asked the tenants to vacate the living space. My husband and I undertook to clean up the mess that had accumulated there for years. The apartment was rented out to students. They didn’t really follow the rules.
Washed, touched up in some places, something had to be thrown away. They began to live. Less than a week later, a neighbor from below comes to us. With claims. It turned out that we loudly creak with a chair! Well, honestly, that’s what she said.
We do have four old wooden chairs left over from my grandmother. And one of them creaks. But that it is so audible, and that it can annoy someone so much, we had no idea.
But, out of courtesy and respect for the elders, we promised to try not to creak with the chair anymore. I took this creaky chair to the balcony. We live together, the remaining chairs are enough, I thought.
But a couple of days later the lady’s visit was repeated. The chair still creaked. The third time I was at home alone and did not open at all. That same night, a neighbor sent a messenger to us. Her son, who looks like a real gopnik, came to us at night, when my husband and I were already sleeping and began to knock.
For a long time we might not even understand what he wanted from us. It was problematic to understand what he was trying to achieve with furious knocks on our door because of his high literary style. If you throw out all the swear words, then only:
-E! You are! Are you there! Che!
The guy knocked for a long time. Here I was already scared, and my husband’s patience snapped. He called the police and said that an inadequate neighbor was breaking in on us. Possibly under the influence of some substances.
The police have arrived. By that time, the guy, however, had already left us. But the guys honestly went down to the apartment below us. They woke up the neighbors themselves and told them that “the call was registered.”
After that, all claims, as if by magic, stopped. And one would think that we are young and arrogant, interfered with our loud life to some exemplary family. But everything is a little different.
Audibility in our house is wonderful. And it works both ways. And we knew very well that the neighbors, in addition to the already relatively adult son, also had two younger ones. And they were yelling at these children around the clock.
And the neighbors who lived with them through the wall also repeatedly went to complain to them regarding the noise. The answer was always the same: “Do not interfere with us raising our children!”.
And such people are disturbed by a creaking chair! And squealing and crying children – this is normal, apparently, is perceived as white noise and is not annoying.
Now my husband and I are thinking of moving out of this heavenly place. We’d better take a mortgage and look for an apartment in a house where the neighbors are more decent.
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