Please, check and correct my text. Sweet home… What pleasant words you can say. But for me it is difficult to agree with them. When people hear these words their thoughts usually go to some quiet and safe place, where they usually relax and find rest for their souls and bodies from a long difficult workday. But not in my case. When I hear the word home, I remember only the war with my neighbors. And I can’t really understand the reason for it because I'm a rather calm person and don’t have any parties at home. But the cat had run between us. So my neighbors do all the things you could imagine to make hell around me. Firstly, they do repairs everyday for long hours. I come home from work in the evening and I want to be in peace and silence but I have to listen to hammer and drill sounds. Ok. Then the time for bed and to have dreams comes. At this time my neighbors like moving furniture and suddenly dropping things, watching TV at full volume, and also playing with their cat, which runs like an elephant. For all these gifts I of course pay them with the same things and funny songs. But the war is still going on and no one is giving up…