Schastlivye vstrechi. Sbornik stikhov (Kniga ne novaia, no v khoroshem sostoianii) - Gershkovich

"On Kirov, 3, in Odessa, in a deep soft chair near high book racks, throwing his foot on his leg, sat dad and quickly doctoral handwriting wrote poems. On the iron stairs the Odessa life thundered - from the windows of the kitchens burst out with a child of fried fish news of the working day. Dad smoked, and his round green eyes sat under Vertinsky's plate.
He loved our yard, Odessa, our neighbors, who were his patients, loved fried fish and endless talk on the iron stairs.