Dostoevsky Museum

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The air flowing slowly between the white stone walls carries a scent like damp writing paper, and each time fingertips pass between the layered bookshelves, a breeze of unfamiliar words stirs. Within a space filled with an unfamiliar language mixed with Russian dust, footsteps brushing through the air seem to speak the lines of a character from a novel. In a black-and-white photograph hung on the windowed wall, showing the writer as if holding a pen, his gaze still stares into empty space. The traces of the novels that blossomed within his mind still live on in this room.