Let us start our short journey in a city that has preserved the atmosphere of the XVII century. After that we will move to I. Schwartz's studio, remembering the melody from the film "The White Sun of the Desert". We will walk around the summer houses of the V. Nabokov family and the estate of the artist I. E. Repin and enjoy the beaches of the Gulf of Finland. Let's see how the sculptors saw the city beach in the 60s and find ourselves in the bay, where the Soviet submarines were fueled.
In the morning we will find ourselves in the 17th century in the wonderful town of Fyodorovsky. After we remember the melodies from Soviet films in the workshop of composer I. Schwartz and go to see the estates where V. Nabokov's family lived and often visited by the writer himself. We will spend the night in a hotel on the Gulf of Finland.
It turns out that a town in the style of XVII century is hiding in Pushkin. In the 1900s, the wealthy citizens of St. Petersburg entertained themselves by building this area in an ancient way. Houses for priests, workers, laundry. In Soviet times a hotel was opened here, but they quickly left this idea behind. Nowadays it's a little-known and very pleasant place for contemplative walks.
Music from Soviet films unwittingly played in our heads as we approached a station filled with apples. There were two humble houses on the property. The first was built for the family, and it is still home to the composer's widow. The second housed a workshop. Now it's a museum where nothing has changed since the musician's death. Cassettes, books, stacks of notes and a piano. It's funny that Kurosawa, a director, lived in this workshop back in 1979. The museum is open from Wednesday to Sunday.
To find a mansion, you need to move boldly through the building of Soviet construction. It's not deserted, it's an agricultural research institute. The Eliseevs' estate is a rare Art Nouveau in the outskirts of St. Petersburg. Inside you can walk on your own, but from the interiors there is nothing left at all. The facade of the main entrance is now decorated with good graffiti, mixed with reminders of the heroes of Russian rock.
Modest wooden interior. There is a white stove in the center of the facility that warms up with one view. Russian cuisine is on the menu. Prices are as democratic as possible.
The Alley of the Hanged Manor leads to the estate, as the inhabitants of the nearby villages now joke. Here the writer's parents met while cycling in Võru. And they left. Nabokov's grandmother remained in the house, to whom his grandson used to come on holiday.
Here was the childhood of V. Nabokov's mother, his house was inherited along with his uncle's savings. With this money, the young writer publishes a collection of his poems. In different years the building was a hostel for students of the veterinary school, a shelter for German troops, a laboratory, a school. It's great that now in the estate settled a modest museum V. Nabokov. The museum is open from Wednesday to Sunday.
The Lutheran church adorns a humble village. It is ancient and active. Inside there is even a modest organ, divine services are held on Sundays.
Ahead of the Gazpromneft filling station. A good reason to make a stop: refuel with quality fuel, drink coffee and just warm up.
The Kingisepp district is not famous for its restaurants. It's an adequate establishment. Fast service and democratic prices.
There are several stops waiting for us today on the Gulf of Finland. We will visit the bay where Soviet submarines once refueled, wander among the sculptures of the 60s on a sandy beach in the village of Sunny. We will see the house, which was created by the artist IE Repin with his own hands.
The desert coast. Rare birches stand out among pine forests. Strawberries, sand, boulders and, of course, the Gulf of Finland. It's a nice start to the day.
Another hiding place on the south coast. In addition to a fairly clean beach, here you can find a Soviet secret base, where submarines were fueled. Now the place is more like a ruin, on which you can climb and admire the view carefully.
Lunch in Kronstadt. Strong coffee and a variety of desserts. Responsive and responsive staff.
The road to the estate of the hero of Russian realism goes through a deciduous forest and a small pond. The artist himself grew a garden here, built a pergola, a well, reconstructed his house in parts. It turned out to be a pretty private place. A funny tambourine at the entrance to the house to notify the owner of the arrival of guests. Repin's workshop occupied the second floor of the veranda. The tomb of the painter is also within walking distance.
On the beach we are met by sculptures from the 60s. It's amazing that nothing has changed here since then, but it looks modern. Pure sand, Baltic pines. Through the "seagulls" we look into the sea distance.
Summer terrace. The smell of pines, you can hear the Gulf of Finland. The menu is not limited to pizza, there are Japanese and Russian cuisine.