Once upon a time I came to St. Petersburg for the first time. No, the first time it was on a school excursion. The excursion was multi-day, by bus. We drove through Vilnius, Daugavpils, Pskov, Luga - well, the very, very ancient route to Ingria. (And back by a small detour - through Tallinn, through Riga.) And on the kaleidoscope road I remembered the hill with the house and the name Rozhdestveno (at the school there we spent the night on sports mats in the gym). Then three years passed.