The White Guard
From the album “Illustrations by Victor Prokofiev and Co”
A heavy, absurd, and thick mortar was placed in the narrow bedroom at the beginning of the eleventh hour. What the hell! It will be completely impossible to live. It took up the entire space from wall to wall, so that the left wheel was pressed against the bed. It's impossible to live; you'll have to climb between the heavy spokes, then bend into an arch and squeeze through the second, right wheel, and with things too, and there are God knows how many things hanging from the left hand. They pull the arm toward the ground; the rope cuts into the armpit. It's impossible to move the mortar; the whole apartment has become a mortar apartment...