Night, street, lamppost, pharmacy, The meaningless and dim light. Live at least a quarter of a century — It will all be the same. There's no way out. You'll die — and begin again from the start And everything will repeat as before: Night, icy ripple of the canal, Pharmacy, street, lamppost. It turns out that by comparing the poet's diary with the date of writing those eight brilliant lines, and knowing the situation in Saint Petersburg at that time, the place can be pinpointed. Furthermore, the pharmacy still exists there. Three months prior, Blok moved from the Petrograd side to Officers Street (now Decembrists), house number 57. Currently, his museum-apartment operates there. Autumn arrives, the writer feels melancholic. Moreover, the capital is at the peak of the "Suicide Epidemic" when public, and not so public, suicides became a sort of trend. In his diary on October 1, 1912, Alexander Alexandrovich writes: "In complete despair, I walked around the block. It was a damp night, on Moika, opposite New Holland, I grabbed the sleeve of a young sailor (along with another young man) who was hanging on the parapet, about to drown. He moaned, lost his cap, cursed some woman. Anyway, it helped me a little." And already on October 10, the famous poem about the meaninglessness of life is born, with the final lines: "Night, icy ripple of the canal. Pharmacy, street, lamppost." It's known from Saint Petersburg newspapers that in those days, those rescued from drowning were often taken to the nearest pharmacy - to inhale ammonia, to drip valerian, to warm up. In conclusion, Blok scholars, combining all this into a whole, believe that the pharmacy on Decembrists Street 27, near Krjukov Canal, a couple of houses from Moika and New Holland, served as a prototype for the poem. In the pre-revolutionary registry, it was listed under the ownership of Mandelstam (just a namesake). Incredibly, but it has remained standing, reaching the present day, and still operates today.