The house of John Keats, the English romantic poet of the XIX century, seems suddenly to London - white two-storey mansion, pretty and elegant. It looks so festive that it's hard to believe - here the young poet knew that he was dying from tuberculosis, hence he went to warm to Italy, where he died five months later. Here, however, he fell in love with a neighbor girl Fanny Bron and wrote many of his most famous poems - maybe that's why the place leaves a bright impression.

In fact, the house did not belong to Keats. Part of building a dual called "Wentworth Place", owned one of the poet Charles Brown, who invited John to himself. Keats never was his home, wife, children - he died twenty-five, having had only one thing: to write a poem that made him great. Almost all of them were created in the small house (the part where they lived Brown and Keats, was a little girl) from December 1818 to September 1820.

The famous "Ode to a Nightingale" Keats, according to the memoirs Brown wrote one morning, sitting in the garden under the sink. The poem is permeated with foreboding imminent demise: "You're going to sing, and I'm under a layer of turf / To listen is not going to anything" (translation of Eugene Witkowski). Keats studied to be a doctor, and buried his mother and brother, who died of tuberculosis, and his own symptoms knew what painful death awaits him. And so it happened - but in Rome.

Much later, in 1838, "Wentworth Place" was rebuilt a new owner. From the original furniture is almost nothing left. Now the house was restored and looks like his former self (for this analyzed traces of paint on walls and scraps of wallpaper). Keats bedroom with four-poster bed, living room, where the poet was lying, when he was seriously ill, and looked at the life of a French window. A special showcase dedicated to Fanny Brawn - there exhibited engagement ring Keats had given her as a sign of engagement (Fanny wore it without removing all my life), some personal belongings, handwritten copy dedicated her poem "Bright Star." Exhibits and letters of Keats, a medallion with a lock of hair of the poet and his death mask.

John Keats in Russia practically does not know, and for every Englishman he is as a mother. Therefore, for many of them visited this house - a pilgrimage. In the beautiful garden, restored in the style of the Regency, people picnic. Lovers under a plum tree reads "Ode to a Nightingale." Plum, of course, is different, but the garden is growing mulberry planted as believe more in the XVII century - that she saw something Keats.