This was noticed not only by me that pigeons were the main connoisseurs of street sculptures. Why are they so obsessed with these stone monuments? They trample on hats, caps, bowlers, hair, bald heads, mustaches, uniforms, tailcoats and jackets. No dodgy patina would drive them away. Something in human images seems very charming to them.
In the case of Dostoevsky, it can be explained. In the writer's vocabulary, the lexeme “dove” and its derivatives are among the most frequently used. There is even a statistical word selection of Dostoevsky's language, carried out by scientists of the Russian Language Institute of the Russian Academy of Sciences. More than 25,000 “Dostoevsky’s” words were investigated by a computerised analysis. So, the word “dove” and its derivatives occur in the letters, articles, and novels of the writer more than 600 times. Well, who will cast a stone at these gray-winged birds? They brought together with Fyodor Dostoevsky because they felt a kinship and mental closeness with him. He took tender care of them with his art.
The monument itself is not much liked by Muscovites and visitors to the Russian capital. A hunched, stooped old man with a sullen face stands in the center of Moscow. As if he were at the doctor's office, or in line for the social security department, or being questioned by an investigator. Well, probably, there are grounds for criticism. Though I will argue with them anyway.
Each year, I often walk along Vozdvizhenka Street. To my thinking, this is precisely where Dostoevsky belongs. There is the famous State Library behind his monument. The Rumyantsev Museum of Fine Arts, the Manege Central Exhibition Hall, and the Alexander Garden are within walking distance of it. The very same historical and cultural context.
Is the stone-made writer sullen and standing in a bent position? Well, maybe. On the other hand, a philosopher on a universal scale, turning his thoughts to God and the essence of humanity, is most often like that. Remember the Greek, Roman, and Arab thinkers. Do you remember them bright-eyed with straight postures? I do not.
Sculptor Alexander Rukavishnikov captured the image of a restless genius in stone, who went through severe trials of life. Almost broken-down by them, but not completely and looking for answers to the most difficult questions of existence. So, should this monument be in some amusement park? On a city embankment? Or a station square? Well, of course, by the central library.
By the way, there are not so many Fyodor Dostoyevsky monuments. There is not even a dozen for the whole country. Maybe that is why Moscow’s pigeons came to him as they value the rare opportunity to bask in the glory of a great writer. Dostoevsky is a Muscovite by birth. For them, he's a fellow countryman. Not sullen, but wise, and not bent, but thoughtful.
I am of the same opinion.
This November it will be 200 years since the birth of Fyodor Dostoevsky. It will be an excellent reason once again to recall the great classic. In the meantime, thanks to the Moscow pigeons, who posed calmly and with dignity for the camera. They did not realize it but they gave me this flight of thought. They sat down on the writer's sculpture perfectly on time. Please, stay there, pigeons. Fyodor Dostoyevsky has no complaints against you. On the contrary, he is happy about the living thing. He cared so much about it in his books.