And the house near the park became a house under ash, so they escaped in backpacks, on bicycles to darkrooms But the loft of Wooster Street was built for an artist, not a family of pigeons, and walls that do not reach the ceiling do not hold in the yelling and the man with basketball hands put his weapons out to rest.
Но чердак на Вустер был построен для творчества, отнюдь не для голубиного семейства. Потолок, которого не видно, и эхо, исчезающее где-то там, и тот, с огромными ручищами, отложил свой инструмент отдохнуть.