Basurman crypts

In the pestilence of 1771, Muscovites expanded churchyards: there were not enough of their own, and then a whole German settlement supplied the dead. I had to arrange a special cemetery for the gentiles on the high bank of the Sinichka River (now it was hidden in a pipe). Far from their native land, among the gloomy Gothic tombstones and mossy porticos lie German Musketeers, French hatters, Polish bollards.

On spring evenings, at dusk, the inconsolable melody of a flute rushes through the dark cemetery park. In the rain, an invisible musician cries notes until dawn to the sound of iron shackles from the grave of doctor Fyodor Haaz.