Living in a Flat

Living in a Flat

Envy belongs to the seven deadly sins. That is why I try not to envy people who live in their own houses. But sometimes I can’t. It is better to say that I do not envy them in the traditional understanding of this word, I simply admire any private houses, no matter where I see them – in a village or in the suburbs. I do not think it is really necessary to have a three-storeyed castle. It may be an ordinary country house with its special cosy atmosphere. When I go to some villages I always pay attention to such ones, and it is a pleasure to see when this or that house is taken care of. I like these places in winter most of all, when the snow under the feet is crispy and crackling and the smoke is coming out of the chimneys, and you smell burning firewood. At such moments I never want to come back to the city at all.
As you guessed, I live in an ordinary two-roomed flat. It is on the fifth floor of a block of flats. I can’t say that there is something special about my flat – it is just like the other concrete cages all around the country. Of course I make attempts to create a cosy atmosphere inside, but it cannot be compared to the atmosphere of a private house. My friend from England says: ‘I am a countryboy at heart’. The same may be said about me. I live in the city but I long for various activities typical of countrymen. I want to clean away the snow in winter, I want to do some gardening in summer. But I can’t, because we don’t have even a country house to spend holidays in. I dream of building a house in the future and moving into it when it is finally possible.
The first reason why I want it so badly is silence. It is so important for me, because I cannot concentrate properly on anything when I hear all that commotion around me. I constantly hear TV-sets and stereos making noise from neighbouring flats. I hate slamming the iron doors all around. It is actually round the clock, but a bit less in the night.
My morning doesn’t usually begin with the alarm clock. It begins much earlier – at around six a happy family above, consisting of two females, a mother and a daughter (they start yelling at each other) is what I hear first. They throw different things at each other, and the daughter seems to produce those wild yelps of agony, when the objects hit the target. It is like, you know, when you step on a dog’s tail. The same happens in the evening. Now I am used to it. People are crazy… Fortunately I haven’t had neighbours boring the walls all day long for at least five years. My friends and acquaintances have. And this is a calamity to live in such conditions.
I try to imagine what life would be like if I lived in a house…
I want a wooden house by the way. I believe that timber possesses some good energy if I may put it like this. And living in a wooden house you are in unity with nature itself. I want to have a fireplace there to spend long cold evenings in front of it together with my family.
You may ask me why I speak so much about a house in this topic. Because there is actually nothing special to say about the flat. They are all the same. Of course I can tell you what there is in my room and in the kitchen, but is this really interesting? I am sure it is not…

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