ДЕВЯТЬ ПЬЕС О КАЗНЯХ И КАТАСТРОФАХ
"It was an old fashioned apartment house with no attempt at the white stucco exterior, which is so frequently used to hide the grime of drab age. A few struggling bushes grew up the front of the building. The narrow windows told their stories of insuffucient light and ventilation. One look at the place and you could smell the psychic stench of dejected spirits, the physical odours of ancient cooking, the irritating fumes of defective gas heaters."
A. A. Farr