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I'll tell you a funny story about my apartment. I did the walls in the rooms of three-dimensional plaster master with Surikov education. Former artists, quiet encrypted alcoholics. The work I stand before the really heavy and creative. The technology is this: many layers of plaster, paint, partial rastirka paint, then gold paint roller in certain places. Texture rooms too different. Plus stand bright colors. In general, guys vayali-vayali. On the fourth day tired and went to the booze. Foreman, estesstvenno, the money until they pay (propyut). So they podshofe at my door and slept on the rug ached .... writing on the bottle, but something will not work.
Remember, as an actor Petrenko in the old Soviet movie: Zinc, open, I'm sober, like glass! Murka, open, it's me, your master has come! "
The district also will not challenge them, take away, but a flat urgently needs to be gradually completed.
In the end, came the evil sleepy foreman and somehow arranged. Walls were successful: D