In 1927, when I decided to build in the center of Moscow' my intention was neither to be controversial nor was it an attempt to please a way of life that all believe to have in common, It sewed as a personal eclaration of the profound meaning such a gesture has for each one of us. A house with the inscription: ARCHITECT KONSTANTIN MELNIKOV. Our house, like a solo erformance, proudly resounds amongst the confusion and clamor of the disproportionate piers of he capitol, Through a supreme sense of balance and a steadfast tension, it tunes itself in order to listen to the pulse of modernity.

I am alone, but not lonely. I am protected from the din of a great
city by the inner vastness of the individual. Now I am 77 years old. I am at home and the silence attained clearly holds within its depths the memory of the distant past.

K. Melnikov. 1967