Now I am going to tell you about the place where I live. I live with my Mom in St. Petersburg. It is a big and beautiful Russian city. They call it “cultural capital” and I fully agree with this statement. We moved here a year ago. My Mom is an artist and she wanted to get in the center of cultural life.

We rent a one-room flat near Komendantsky Prospekt Station. Our block of flats is very long and high. There are twenty-two floors in it. We live on the sixteenth floor. Our flat is rather spacious. There is a hall, a living room, a kitchen, a bathroom and a lavatory in it. The bathroom and the lavatory are just usual: a bathtub, a sink, a mirror, a couple of shelves with cosmetics and a lavatory pan. There is a huge wardrobe with all our clothes in the hall, we usually dress up there.

Half of the living room is a space for having rest – with a bunk bed, a sofa and a computer desk. The other half is Mom’s atelier. She works on her paintings and sculptures there. Our kitchen is “a few rooms in one”: we cook, eat and study there. There is a cupboard, a kitchen table, a gas stove, an oven, a sink and a dining table with four chairs there. We had to put a bookcase here, too, because there wasn’t enough space in the living room. So we also use the dining table for reading and writing. It is rather convenient. My Mom often uses the computer for her work and then I study in the kitchen.