Weaned. Oh, how I got used to such small dark apartments. In the hallway, if you can call it that, you can’t see a damn thing because of a dim, lonely hanging light bulb. There is no chandelier or anything even remotely resembling it. Wretched. Sero. And not at all comfortable. A person should not live in such conditions, whatever the level of his income. Even earning a penny, you can screw in a new light bulb that will not blink annoyingly and at least something will illuminate. And the wallpaper... brown. And peeled from below. Hmm, apparently, no one wants to change something. Although, here it is necessary to...