Seven years we lived in a communal apartment in a big house near historic Arbat in
There were six tiny rooms and four families in the apartment.
Nadia and Peter lived in the smallest room.
Nadia was a beautiful young woman. She was a cashier in the food store.
Peter was a tall strong handsome man with very good manners. He was a taxi driver.
Both of them were easy-going young people. Both were always ready to help their neighbours.
We loved this young couple.
However, one day of each month everything changed.
When Peter and other drivers got their monthly salaries they drank vodka
and came home very late.
Peter always silently entered the apartment and went to his room..
In the middle of the night there was usually a commotion in Nadia and Peter’s room. It seemed like some heavy objects were falling and breaking up.
Then Nadia knocked at our door and asked: “Please let me in! Peter is going to kill me!”
We let her in and closed the door. In couple of minutes Peter usually softly knocked on our door and politely asked: “Please don’t protect Nadia! She is cheating on me! Please let her out and I’ll kill her!”
I always answered: “Peter, don’t awake our kids! Go to sleep and settle everything with Nadia in the morning!”
Usually in half an hour Peter was asleep and Nadia went to their room.
Next morning Peter usually went to all neighbors in the apartment to apologize. Then Nadia and Peter took all broken furniture and other things out. They usually spend a week looking for a new furniture, TV and dishes.
By the end of the week Nadia usually invited all neighbours to see their new things and proudly said: “You know, Peter is a terrific husband! He loves me very much! He threatened to kill me many times but he never did it!”