Dostoevsky's apartment

Found it on a long walk beyond the Fontanka, on a street that also boasted a variety of sex shops. Grit on the wind from somebody blasting away at a building five storeys up without a net. All this seemed very appropriate. Museum itself small but impressive -- even contains the manual Anna Dostoevsky used to learn stenography, so she could take Fyodor's dictation. An ambivalent journey -- without him, my imagination would be much poorer but he really was not a terribly nice person, and it was hard to be in a place celebrating The Author when I think there's much more to celebrate in The Work.