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At night in front of the entrance on the asphalt there was an inscription "Bunny, I love you!" White enamel paint over the carelessness of the janitor's work. All sixty women in the entrance of the bunny age (from ten to 60 years old) this morning looked more mysterious than the black holes of space. On the face of each one could read absolute certainty that the message was addressed to her.

- How touching it is. - touched one of the women. - A real man and a romantic is growing. I thought so now they do not look after.

- And don't say. - picked up another. - And only one and only one knows that it was written only for her.

- She knows for sure! - the first blushed. - But he won't tell anyone.

- They wrote this to my Masha. the father of one of the hypothetical bunnies caught a glimpse.

- Oh well. There are no mistakes! the women objected. - The comma where is put and "you" through E, and not through I.

- Well, the handwriting is even. - objected the wounded father. - Not a blind man, apparently he wrote. So it probably isn't for you either.

So, word for word, a conflict between genders, generations and social strata flared up. With a massacre, obscenities and torn beads. The arriving police detachment admired for half an hour the carnage at the entrance and only then separated everyone.

In the morning, the inscription has changed. Someone clarified the data and now the inscription was more specific "Bunny from the 6th floor, I love you." The bunnies from the rest of the floors felt insulted to the extreme in the best of feelings.

- Well, you have to be such a bastard. - said the ex-hare about forty years old from the fifth floor. - To paint something - it does not need much mind. Would give flowers or something.

- And don't say. - Supported another debunked, with a scratched yesterday in the name of romance, face. - I would take it, but put the markings instead of these scribbles. Since there is a lot of paint.

Bunnies from the sixth floor looked down at everyone and gazed dreamily inward. This dreamy reverie was not appreciated by the husband of one of the bunnies. He wanted to blame his wife for her unworthy behavior, but he got carried away and kicked the poor woman, much to the delight of all the other bunnies at the entrance.

The next day, the inscription was painted over and on a white background with black paint appeared “Milpardon, mistake. Bunny from the fifth floor! Love you.".

From six in the morning, spectators began to arrive from the neighboring entrances. And not in vain. Exactly at seven, at the entrance, a vainly offended woman from the sixth floor slapped her unrestrained husband for being a jealous goat. The man puffed guiltily and glared at the letters on the pavement with hatred. The woman was applauded by all the other women of the court, putting all their grievances at the companions in life in a standing ovation. The men sympathized with their faces and gestures, but did not dare to say something out loud.

- Look how you let everyone down under the monastery. - sighed some man of about fifty. - No, to secretly tell your sweetheart in your ear. So no - you need to mess up the people.

- And you speak in your ear every day - she will not stir up. - retorted a neighbor.

- And to me, let's say, no one has said anything for twenty-five years - and nothing. Not dead yet. - the man muttered guiltily.

- That's it. the woman shook her head and returned to the spectacle.

- On the fifth, there are no unmarried women! one of the men suddenly shouted.

- Why can't anyone fall in love with a married woman? - the women of the fifth floor were furious. - Mugs did not come out, or what? Why are you silent, eh? Your wife is called ugly, and you? Are you going to stand like that?

The arriving police squad called for help and in three crews they were giggling and betting. After all, they separated the fighters and filed twenty-three administrative violations for the fight.

In the morning, on the asphalt it was adorned “Why are all these hens cheeks blowing? My bunny is a man from the fifth floor. I love you, bunny! " The house manager read it all, gasped, immediately called the police and four ambulance crews.

- Why do you need four? - the dispatcher was asking. - What is going on there?

- We have four hares on the fifth! - the building manager explained awkwardly. - And everyone is married. So hurry up - the victims are about to be.

- Oh, you dog! - howled on the fifth floor and there was the noise of a domestic quarrel with assault and damage to property.

- Hello! - shouted all the residents of the entrance from the yard. - It's not fair. Go down - so everyone can see.

- Now. - a woman in curlers came out onto the balcony of the fifth floor. - Do not block the road there by ambulance.

The orderlies carried two victims. Another bunny came out on his own, proudly examined the audience, smoothed his sharply gray hair, watched both ambulances with his swollen eye and said:

- Weaklings! Rags!

Then he smiled with a toothless mouth and fainted.

- uh. Citizens ... - the crowd was agitated. - And where is the fourth? Maybe we should go to help him? Could the door be kicked down and taken away from this fury's unconscious body?

- What is the meeting here? - the last of the bunnies came out of the entrance. - You all have nothing to do?

The crowd gasped - the man was clean-shaven, combed, dressed in a fresh shirt and, in general, as gorgeous as a groom lying down in the registry office.

The man was followed by his wife, defiantly straightened her hairdo and smiled dazzlingly at the neighbors.

- Verk,