Oblivion of the Old Town

I am far from admiring everything I see around me; as a writer, I am saddened..., many things disgust me, but I swear to you on my honor – I would not want to change my Homeland for anything in the world, or have a different history than the history of our ancestors, as God gave it to us. Pushkin's letter to P. Ya. Chaadaev on 19.10.1836. Looking at the traces left by the signs on the walls of old low houses, on narrow narrow streets, you plunge into the atmosphere of oblivion and oblivion. Time seems to have stopped here.