I had to rent an apartment in Simferopol for six months. I read the advertisements in the local press, I look at the options. The apartment, according to the description, was perfect. And rooms as much as you need, and like a quiet center, and repair, and cherry blossoms on the cake - a view of the river. Salgir, of course, can be called a river only a couple of months a year, but still better than the view of a market or parking lot. I come to see. The staircase at the entrance is dead, going is scary. I go in. Apartment in an old foundation. Plus, the ceiling is slightly above average. I did not like it. I am about to leave, and suddenly I remember the promised view from the window. “Where, I ask, do you have a view of the river?” The housewife said, “Then go to the toilet. There is a small window. Raise your head and look to the left. You see the bushes? “Here is the river!”