I immediately remembered three stories from my own life: The first story - ********* It was early in the morning at the Feast of God and I needed to go to the toilet. I went from the bedroom to the living room, and when I opened the kitchen door, I felt like the end of the world had come. In front of me was a thick white mist, take a step and fly straight into space. It was much more prosaic - the husband put a baking pan with a hare in the oven, fell asleep, and only clean carbon remained at the bottom of the baking pan. The baker we threw away for lunch was again carp with salad and we ventilated it for at least 3 weeks: D Second story - summer I was alone with the children (2 and 3 years) in June at the cottage. It was at the very beginning of the construction, there was no electricity, there were block paving on the ground of the former barn, the equipment was temporary. It started to rain, I turned on the kerosene lamp and started knitting. At that moment, I noticed that water was splashing under the threshold. I took a bucket to put it under the gutter and when I opened the door - the flood of the world. Streams of dirty water flowed everywhere, and it immediately began to flood the room. I shoved the children on the couch, moved everything from the ground to the table in a flash, pulled on my boots, and began to consider evacuating across the land to the raft. Fortunately, the water stopped just below the mattresses, but the next day I took 20 wheels of mud out of the cottage. I've already written the third story here, but he can't find it now. I'll look for him ... What about you? Was there a surprise waiting for you too?