In the southern coastal seas where Varsonofiy Onufriev lived, the day was very bright, and the dazzling sunshine always very surprised those who first came from the north. Naturally, bright illumination endlessly pleased both local residents and guests, as it raised the mood and firmly kept it at a high level. Alas, this advantageous feature of the ratio of celestial bodies was the second side - the darkness rapidly gathering in the evening, passing at night into such pitch darkness that even a person with good eyesight barely dared to walk along some unpaved dirt road not illuminated by flashlights. Considering that the wide city streets themselves, completely covered with asphalt, were also barely illuminated, since the lanterns hanging over them on the poles had long ago broken down and served only as places for resting birds, along central avenues, in some places uprooted roots along their mighty poplars, it was better not to walk at night either. Those who walked there at this time with the dog or returned from work, walked very slowly and often highlighted their way with a mobile phone screen or a Chinese pocket flashlight.
This warm summer evening the darkness thickened as rapidly as usual. Already after eight o'clock the yard was empty, and only the dogs living there occasionally barked passers-by who hurriedly went home. After ten o'clock the dogs disappeared somewhere, and in the courtyard of the old apartment building, where Onufriev lived, there was complete silence. It seemed that even the stars that poured out in the sky did not want to invade this quiet courtyard surrounded by luminous windows and therefore tried to blink as weakly as possible, Orion's girdle generally faded, and the red supergiant Betelgeuse, shining next to it, tried to turn the rays that were coming from it somewhere to the side. Suddenly, in this eerie ringing silence and pitch darkness, there was a strange roar. It proceeded from an iron garbage container, into which Varsonofiy decided to part with the mountains of rubbish reluctantly tossed a box with toys, cubes, magazines and models that were dear to his heart. A rusty heavy container shook and swayed, constantly increasing the amplitude, and while this was heard from the inside, such a screech sounded as if someone were pushing a pin with great pressure on its thick walls.
Finally, the container fell, lavishly throwing out the litter bags that were thrown there during the evening, directly onto the wide sidewalk adjacent to the nearby pavement. After that, an excavator bucket appeared on it with a long curved boom. As if not daring to make the necessary, but dangerous step, then, something to which the arrow was attached, from the dark depth of the fallen container, probed the soil to see if this step could finally be made. The bucket hit the asphalt several times with sharp teeth, while moving to the left or to the right and moving up and down on its mount. Having discovered that the exit from the container was opening on a wide solid road, the excavator boom decisively extended to its full length, after which the bucket, breaking the wire for drying clothes with a swing, fell deeply into the sandbox, and, leaning against it, a bulky heavy Sideboard emerged sideways. The boom of the crane was attached to its right end wall, and therefore it resembled a robot equipped with two huge manipulators.
Standing on short legs and jumping a bit to throw off the potato peelings and cabbage leaves, he, finally settling in the thick darkness, picked up the container with the boom of the crane for the loop welded to its bottom, finally turned it over, raised it and shook it lightly. From there, with a ringing and screeching sound, a considerably grown refrigerator in the dimensions, a caterpillar spinning on each side, a washing machine with a drum-like installation growing into it, a white enamel bath gently landing on all four high wheels in soft rubber tires, and a round crystal multi-level chandelier with lamps in the form of candles fell out. On its outer side, from the decorative casing, which was to cover the place of attachment to the ceiling and the connection to the apartment wiring, a long metal corrugated shower hose protruded, ending, as it was, with a plastic mixer with a lot of water holes.
"Here, the master managed to throw us into the recovery chamber together with other models' details!" - exclaimed Sideboard, looking at himself with surprise at the limbs attached to him and at the same time, not without pleasure, while moving them with the help of mechanisms brought to perfection that rotated the hinges, moving pistons, lifting the ropes and stirring the bucket. "Say thank you, old one, that you were reinstated at all, otherwise you would have gone to the dump tonight and burned out in a couple of days," snickered the hundred of its crystal Chandelier suspenders. "At least I attached this young technician and the shower hose, I'm still happy that I will not get into the bulldozer caterpillar tomorrow! " - she added joyfully. After these words, the views of all the abnormal things went amicably to the Refrigerator, who, almost not listening to the beginning of the squabble, was examining his sparkling caterpillars glittering with new metal spraying. "Yeah, Chandelier is absolutely right, with this development of events, it's better to ride on caterpillars!" He exclaimed cheerfully. "Well, let's get out of here quicker, because soon there will be a garbage collection vehicle, and we will be taken to the place where we are so afraid of getting into the dump!" - Bath buzzed, standing on its hind legs and frantically twisting the wheels of the front axle, which seemed to have started much easier than it had expected, because of which the Bath, frightened, stopped them abruptly.
"What do you say, washerwoman with hinged drums?" - Bath asked the Washing Machine with a laugh. "Eks, you have managed, sis, Varsonofiy has mocked you the most!" Bath shook with laughter and, turning upside down, slapped herself with the wheels on the bottom. "That's for thirty years in the box boasting that the master, unlike we almost finished you, and you just lacked a few details for the complete set!" added Bath, and burst into loud laughter, began to no longer clap, and pounding herself with wheels on the belly, filling the yard with the rumble of the sound of blows repeatedly amplified inside the bathroom. As if in a friend's way, she played a short swift hand with her hose-hoses on her drums and ended it with a blow to the ringing copper plate. "You're right, you need to get out of here quicker, because the garbage truck will come to empty the containers in the middle of the night, and if we do not hide, then the reasons for fun we will not remain - summed up the short meeting of the Washing Machine and again deftly struck the wand on a copper plate. "We must leave here before we are seen, there are some fields overgrown with high reeds, we'll move to there, hide and decide what to do next!" - said the Washing Machine and showed the drumstick in the direction where she proposed to go.
Her design seemed to the abnormal things so reasonable and correct that they immediately expressed their readiness to implement it. After that, Sideboard cleverly put the Washer on the Bathtub by the crane, and, resting his arrows on the ground, jumped easily to the top of the refrigerator. Repaired and enlarged by the mysterious power Varsonofiy`s models quietly moved along the sidewalk to a wide, almost no-lighted street, at the end of which, in the already completely pitch darkness between the garages, a gap opened, where a winding, wavy primer began leading to the suburbs. The almost noiseless movement of the column was only occasionally announced on the deep potholes by the light hanging of the suspension on the Chandelier, which rolled behind all. To her side, she carefully pressed the mixer restorative camera, which at the last moment decided to just in case grab with her. A couple of hours later, late at night, after the moon had set in, a garbage truck arrived in the yard of Varsonofiy, and the driver, seeing an inverted container, thought: "Okay, the hooligans today simplified the task a little, so I'll finish the change twenty minutes earlier." Having emptied the rest of the containers, he left further, and in the morning the janitor, the manager and the plumber, rattling the container, returned it to the correct position and shoveled the garbage scattered around it with shovels. "Yeah, tonight the hooligans were completely riotous here, they usually put the trash can on their side, and now they turned everything upside down! Probably, the drunken holidaymakers froliced on the way from the restaurant," they suggested and went on to work.