  
Fyodor Dostoevsky is such a name to me. When people ask for my favourite writer, it would mostly be him. The first taste of the note from the underground over a decade ago was still a big bang to me. The unique style of touch to the writing paper offers a prelude to the wave of existentialism in the 20th century. On my first воскресеье in Moscow, I spent 3.5 hours paying a pilgrimage journey to visit his residence during childhood time. When I asked my Russian friends, they agree that Dostoevsky is one of the greatest writers in Russian literature, and the house a.k.a. museum of Dostoevsky is not located too far away from the city centre, but there are hardly any indicative signage on the road to direct the way of visitors to the place, and my morning was spent to get familiar with the district where Dostoevsky was nurtured during his youth. The house was used to be a part of the hospital buildings which was granted to his father to reside and to facilitate his work at the hospital. The area was dwelled with poor people and Dostoevsky was given to encounter different kinds of people and patients close to his house during the time of residence. The house is converted into a small museum since the late 80’s. It contains basically a replication of the home of the Dostoevsky family without much collection of his works or other materials of the life of the writer. There are three rooms in the museum, each showcasing the tiny moment of the childhood of the writer and his family. It was the place where Dostoevsky was told the story of Alyosha Popovich, Derzhavin, Zhukovsky and Karamzin. Inside the living room, I imagined, while the museum presenters was trying her best to explain the every furniture of the room to a small group of five kids. But the impatience of the group was to say that it was yet understandable the misery of the world. They kept on touching the cupboard or filming the paintings. It was a vital green world under the snowing winter.
Without many pedestrians on the road, the street is called Dostoevsky Street.Libellés : dostoevsky, moscow, musee, russia |
