Eight of the poor!

My friend and I used a needle with a thread of two chairs, five chairs, book shelves, an old tire and a bunch of benches and covers to turn the five-room chords, which occupied almost entirely a room of 19 squares. And in the kitchen we had a country under the kitchen table, and we had little that allowed us not to deal with it all for three days (even though Daddy, in order to get to the compass and work, or there to get to the bed and sleep, had to break through all this beauty), and you could also spend the night in the country in the kitchen, wrapped in the remaining covers.

A great time.

For a historical reference - it was in a one-bedroom non-paphos apartment all unfolded. There was regularly a lack of money. but the chic was - stuck with the head, ears and eyebrows))))) the folder to this day respect for what allowed)))