A few corrections for my comtards;
I don’t remember any fruit trees in my Хрущёвка growing up.
Alao, you could request a bigger apartment, but as my grandma was fond of saying, ‘you can write ‘cock’ on a fence, it would still be wood’ (something may have been lost in translation). The majority of families were living 3-4 generations in a one bedroom apartment with an indefinite wait to upgrade.
You sad fucks living 3-8 roomates deep with no cars and no money left over between bills are already living the communist experience, leave the rest of us out of it.
There’s an extremely Schozophrenic man and Alf in Lyndhurst that makes a living selling talcum blocks of peoples names ‘deconstructed’ into their base meaning.
Apparently Australia means ‘Golden spirit of the sun rise’ because of the Au and Ra is an Egyptian sun god.
Ennjoy the loose association.!