Dostoyevsky Museum


My (kind of failed) visit to the Dostoyevsky Museum

Today is our last full day in St. Petersburg. I had planned on going to the Dostoyevsky Museum before coming to the city—but I had assumed it was a bit far from where we were staying; that we’d need to take a bus there or something. Turns out it’s actually just a 10-minute walk from our hotel and actually kind of just a few parallel streets over on the other side of the road.

Anyway, so this is the house that the legendary writer of many philosophical mind-blowing classics like “Crime and Punishment”, “Notes from Underground”, and “The Brothers Karamazov” lived in. Fyodor Dostoyevsky lived in this apartment twice in his life—once at the beginning of his career, and then again in 1878 until the end of his life in 1881.

I wish I could tell you more about what the inside of this magical possibly-Narnia-magical-level place looks like…but I can’t. Because it’s closed right now until the end of next month for renovation.


I felt pretty bummed, naturally, because I had gotten a fever since the morning as it’s been rainingrainingraining and I had to ask three people along the way because it took me a while to find the place—there’s no English signs except on the door, and that is easy to miss if you were just walking as it’s kind of lower than ground level.

Rant, rant, rant.

I just got about thirty photos with and of his door instead.

Still happy.


Oh, kind of funny—even though it was just his door, I was still so excited and I had my mom take so many photos of me that passersby kept looking at us. Then this guy came over, looked at us, and handed me his phone, and asked me to take a photo for him. I don’t think he even looked at this amazing, magnificent door or even bothered to find out what the place actually is—because if he was actually looking for “the Dostoyevsky Museum”, the first reaction would probably be to try to get in to the damn place. So I took a photo of him, and then handed him my book—you know, in case he’d want it as a prop. He took it, but his expression was like, “Okay……What is this? But I’ll hold it if you want me to.” Pretty funny. He was friendly, though. Glad I got to share my book with a stranger, even for just a second.

Below are some of my photos…of the door. (haha) If you do get to go in, please share with me how it is! It’s on the eastern end of the Nevsky Prospect, about an 8-minute walk off of the main road.


Above: Holding a book of his short stories.

thumb_IMG_1008_1024Above: The sign at the door—the only way people who can’t read Russian will know that this is the place you’re looking for

thumb_IMG_0999_1024Above: The mean sign. And I’m guessing that that’s supposed to be Mr. Dostoyevsky.

thumb_IMG_1018_1024Above: Doing my best with what was available, trying different angles with the door. (haha)


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