Tag #151630 - Interview #78225 (Iosif Gurevich)

Soon after my brother was born we moved into a brick house for four families across the street from our old house. The Russian stove [10] was stoked with wood since coal was way too expensive. We didn't have much furniture: a table, my parents' bed with nickel-plated balls on four posts; I slept on a squeaky wooden bed and my brother Arkadi slept in his cradle. There were self-made rugs on the floor.