Sklyarenko Street asked to place this post

Hi, I'm Sklyarenko Street. I am a modest existence between Maslennikov Avenue and st. Lunacharsky. I'm already used to living in the "forgotten by God." But last year happiness happened. I have a friend.

His name is Tuts (or territorial heat supply department in Samara ).

In the fall of 2012, Tuts decided to make me healthy and beautiful. An authoritative contractor was invited. He made repairs of my rotten heating main for a long time. Already to the very frost. The pits were buried. Then they began to bring beauty. "Improvement" was done even at night and at subsequent temperatures. At first I was happy, but ... in the end, I began to look even worse than it was before the repair. Even worse than, sorry Josporus, the factory highway. Tuts, seeing such a thing, stopped giving me signs of attention and went to another! And now, with the onset of the time of the year called the ass, spring, my failures began at all. But not in my memory (I perfectly remember the strong hands of the tuts). The passing part began to fail and all their "improvement".

Such an appearance finally scared away all friends. Even the garbage truck began to come less often. Today, true. Beautiful orange kamazy arrived, and I thought that it was returning to ask for forgiveness, with the flowers of the tuts, but it turned out that this was the Vodokanal emergency.

Here the main work was boiling, and now anger boils something inside:

"Improvement". Apparently, the contractor Tuts loves landscape design with various artificial reservoirs: