Poor Folk, by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Poor Folk, by Fyodor Dostoyevsky: I myself live in the kitchen — or, rather, in a small room which forms part of the kitchen. The latter is a very large, bright, clean, cheerful apartment with three windows in it, and a partition-wall which, running outwards from the front wall, makes a sort of little den, a sort of extra room, for myself. Everything in this den is comfortable and convenient, and I have, as I say, a window to myself.