Quarrel with neighbors over noise: how it all ended

Neighbors can be very different. Some become good friends, others don't even greet you when you meet in the stairwell. But there is a third type – those who spit on everyone living nearby. And it is precisely these neighbors that one has to regularly "educate."

I have been living in an apartment building for three years now. When I first moved in, many apartments were still vacant. So, we had already met some neighbors and even made friends, while we didn't know others (who moved in later) yet. In fact, the process of relocation is still ongoing, with new residents appearing in the entrance from time to time. Unfortunately, not everyone is pleased with their arrival.

One winter night, I woke up to noise – loud music was blaring from somewhere above, and I could hear drunken shouts. My phone was buzzing with messages in the building chat. People were outraged and demanding silence. While I was sleeping, I missed a lot of interesting events! Apparently, the conflict with the neighbors had already escalated from a mere argument in the chat to an actual fight in the street. The instigator was, in fact, the person who started it all – a neighbor from some higher floor who was celebrating their housewarming.

By the time I got dressed and rushed outside, about a dozen people had already gathered. But only two were fighting – a stranger to me and Andrey, a neighbor from the first floor. I know his wife, Ksyusha, well. This family are the sweetest and calmest people, raising three children. They say it’s best to fear the wrath of a patient person.

The "dispute" was not happening in the yard, but on the opposite side of our building. I only managed to turn the corner and see what was happening from a distance – a drunken lady rushed into the fighting men. From what I gathered, she was celebrating the housewarming with the new tenant. And now she decided to help her friend – she grabbed Andrey from behind and started kicking him.

This was when Andrey's wife, Ksyusha, couldn’t take it anymore. I must say, she is a noticeable woman – tall and “full-figured.” But the most surprising part wasn’t that.

I know Ksyusha as a always-smiling and peace-loving woman. She takes care of the children, constantly helps her elderly parents in the village, and feeds and rescues stray cats. Yet here, our quiet Ksyusha with one hand dragged the inadequate lady away from her husband. The woman didn’t calm down – and screaming “Let’s sort this out!” rushed at Ksyusha.

She clearly miscalculated, considering the disparity in weight categories and build. After Ksyusha’s first punch, the woman flew into the snow a considerable distance away. Then some young people appeared and shouted that they had called the police. They said to disperse.

To give you an idea – I’m describing this situation longer than it actually lasted. In reality, everything happened very quickly. So, no one else had the chance to participate. Even if they wanted to.

We all, along with Ksyusha and her husband, ran back into the entrance. When we turned the corner – we heard the siren of the approaching patrol. The drunken instigators of the fight didn’t manage to escape. We heard the police taking them away. They found no one else there.

The next morning, there were many memories and discussions about what had happened. It turned out that the noisy neighbor was a tenant. He had just rented an apartment, moved in and arranged a pleasant evening for himself. That was the end of his stay – the owners terminated the lease and evicted him. No one saw him again.

And I was left impressed by my neighbors. Especially Ksyusha. Now I understand that our women are only seemingly fragile and defenseless. But, when needed, they are ready to “ride a horse at full gallop” and “going into a burning house.”