Shortly before the collapse of the Soviet Union, one teacher of our department spoke that his three-room apartment occupied three floors at once.
In Soviet times, not even the general secretaries lived in three-level apartments, and in combination with the aforementioned number of rooms, such a layout, I think, to this day is quite a strange thing. In the words of the teacher, however, there was a whisper. Interested by the forkfather at the first convenient occasion, he went to his apartment, catching me as an occasion, a twenty-year-old bulldozer with some paper, for which urgent withdrawal was required.

The teacher's house was located right behind the luxurious building of the main GUM of Vladivostok, in the pre-revolutionary times of the best local trading house "Kunst and Albert". It belonged to the German entrepreneurs Gustav Kunst and Gustav Albert. It turned out that our teacher was located in the rooms where either Kunst lived or not.
and Albert. The way to his apartment resembled a nightmare from Kafka’s novel – a huge parade staircase and an enclosure of palace chambers, flanked by dozen rooms, between which the linen was dried on ropes.

But our teacher’s apartment was firmly enclosed by a stone wall from all this abomination – he owned two staircases and two staircases on the black exit, as well as a corner room, outlooking with two of its windows to the east and south, straight to the Gulf of the Golden Horn. This made the room surprisingly bright and cozy.
The owner explained how when instilled in this apartment, the first thing he wanted to scrape and throw out a completely monstrous iron battery with a height of almost a human height. This battery stood right at the entrance, occupied the entire wall of the room and was covered with many layers of the most disgusting colours, including the poisonous green. At the last moment, he, out of scientific curiosity, began to rub this paint on one spot until the gold, pressed with graffiti and other sophisticated grinding of the highest quality, glittered under his head. Of course, it was only copper or bronze with skillfully selected color additives, but the battery drained to the end burned under direct rays of the sun brighter than the golden domes of the temple. It became clear why the battery was so high and placed in such an uncomfortable place - the sun was always on it with a direct direction from the east window, then from the south, why this bright room became even brighter.

Then he took on a tall ceiling covered with an unreasonable patchwork. Underneath it were discovered flying pink cupidons on golden clouds in the blue sky. In principle, the new owner simply returned to this room its original appearance, but it now looked like a quote from the Winter Palace in St. Petersburg.

It was harder for him with the staircase, but here he managed - on the first staircase he fitted a brick wall with a spacious kitchen and fitted it with tiles, down the staircase he put a children's sliding hill for his three-year-old child with a baton below, and over him he strengthened a vertical sports wall. He closed the lower staircase with doors on both sides and made it a great bedroom for himself and his wife and two young children, including his one-year-old son. The third, already 14-year-old son slept on top of the same room with griffons on a sliding chair-bed. But, as it is said in the advertisement, and this is not all - the second door from the bedroom led further down the stairs, and there right above the stairs, on the high slopes, he made a bar, and beneath it a deep basement.
The stairs led further down. However, the possession of the owner in the basement ended, and the probably no less strange next apartment began.

There was only one disadvantage I noticed in this apartment - no sound insulation was there. The owner explained that he deliberately left wide holes in the bedroom in order to hear the three-year-old son quiet in time – at this point he had to run and watch what he was still going to do.

After sitting well in the bar and finally saying goodbye to the owner, we went out. I noticed that my bald expansive forkfederum is just ripped up by some thought. Finally he couldn’t stand, “I understand everything, but where do they get the kids to do?”