A poor musician lives in an apartment in central London every day, not midnight.

When he got to the room, he was so tired that he went back to the room and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Throw on the floor, mumble, "thank God," and fall asleep.

A poor lodger living below him was awakened by the sound of "Dong Dong" in the middle of the night.

The tenant was really unable to bear it. He complained to the musician. The good musician was very sorry and promised to take off later.

Put your shoes on the old carpet as much as possible.

At one o'clock on the second day, the musician came back from the club and sat down beside the bed.

A leather shoe was thrown on the floor with a thump. He was about to take off second leather shoes and suddenly remembered his answer.

Things that should be done, so very carefully put another leather shoes on the carpet gently, and then go to sleep.

Now.

An hour later, he was awakened by a violent knock on the door, and he lived in the tenant station downstairs.

In front of him, the poor tenant stammered, "hurry up, hurry up, throw another shoe."

I've been waiting for an hour, so I can't sleep until you throw it away. "