Clean ponds

On the site of this nondescript building of pre-revolutionary construction once stood the house of the Kusovnikovs. Rich old men were famous for their excessive greed: they lived modestly, did not go to visit, did not have servants. But at night they sat in a shabby convertible, a casket with banknotes on their knees - and on their way around the city.

One day, going to a distant estate, the misers hid the treasure in the janitor's room, where, without their knowledge, a servant lit a fire. The money burned up overnight.

From the mournful news, the spouse immediately died, and the old man has been wandering around Myasnitskaya ever since and whispers to passers-by pityingly: "Oh, my money, money!"