My true ghost story... First of all, it is a true story. It happened to me and my wife when we just started living in St.Petersburg. At that time we would spend our weekends in the city. We would walk around and take pictures with my old camera. It was a camera with film. First you took pictures, then you gave the film to a photo studio and after a few days you got your prints. Once we were walking along Sadovaya St, when I saw this house with a memorial plague near the door. On it was written: "Here lived the great Russian poet M. Lermontov". The door was open. I told my wife: "Come on! Let's go and see where Mikhail lived". It was a dwelling house, but it was dark and dirty inside - trash, a bad smells and dirty walls. On one of the floors, we met an old lady. She was wearing a bathrobe and she was smoking a cigarette. She asked us: "Are you looking for someone?" And we talked a little. It was a completely unremarkable conversation. I don't even remember what this conversation was about, but I remember that she was a kind woman. I really liked her. When we were about to leave, I asked her: "Can I take a picture of you". She bowed and fixed her hire. I took one picture. A few days later, I got the pictures from the photo studio. I was very surprised. There was a picture in Lermontov's house. There were dirty walls, doors, railings, and stairs in the picture. But the old lady wasn't in the photo. I don't understand what happened.