"summer, intolerable closeness; in winter, unendurable cold. All the floors were rotten. Filth on the floors an inch     thick; one could slip and fall... We were packed like herrings in a barrel... There was no room to turn around. From dusk to dawn it was impossible not to behave like pigs... Fleas, lice, and black beetles by the bushel..." 
Fyodor M. Dostoyevsky