All Nabokov-lovers will recognize his house at once. The writer was really meticulous describing it in his Other Shores autobiography. A century later a pinkish house by St. Isaac Square stands almost the same: color of the walls and exquisite facade as if you have travelled back to past. The museum now takes the first floor where the dining and living rooms and library have survived. The exhibition is not big but gives this feeling of belonging to the writer’s world and forgetting about now – just close your eyes and imagine young Volodya coming home from gymnasium.