In November 1929, when Konstantin Stepanovich Melnikov and his family moved from a communal flat to the experimental house he had designed and built on a small street named Krivoarbatsky, little did he know that, removing 1949 and 1950, he would spend the last 45 years of his life there. Nor that its walls would be the witnesses of his isolation, his forced abandonment of the profession, and the austere existence of a family compelled to live on a professor’s salary. Neither did he know that his refusal to leave the house would save it from demolition, nor that by the end of the sixties it would be a pilgrimage spot; while Anna Gavrilovna would slip off into the bedroom during visits, the architect would enjoy being photographed in his studio... [+]