A quiet cloudy night, shovel panels, only you alone are not sleeping while in your Khrushchev on the nth floor. It is worth looking out of the window, as the same wild units, faceless windows illuminated by the bright light of lamps will open to the eye. Someone goes to bed, and someone goes to another room, flicking the light switch. The bright moon illuminates the houses, but its light is constantly eclipsed by clouds floating across the sky. A delight for the eyes, what else can I say!