House on Bolshaya Podyatskaya Street

A series of photos for connoisseurs of shabby walls, old paint, and other decay. The photos don't capture the smell. Meanwhile, buildings under repair have their own smell, the smell of damp plaster and centuries gone by. This is an ordinary revenue house not far from the Hay square, where the poor townspeople lived: artisans, clerks, shopkeepers. These walls saw beggar students in the XIX century, the attic rooms were affordable to them. Rodion Raskolnikov lived in a small room under the roof in a similar house. Fyodor Dostoevsky and his wife also lived in a similar house, only in a better apartment, on the second or third floor. These walls remember the revolution and war, and advanced socialism, and wild capitalism. The inhabitants of this house have long since moved into new buildings, the house is being prepared for renovation. No one has tried to improve their everyday lives before moving in. You won't even see a single plastic window, all the frames are old, wooden. The feeling of a bygone era here is so strong that you feel like you've fallen through time. Could it be that if we walk out of this courtyard, we find ourselves in the twenty-first century? No way.