Walking about 500 meters north along Lenin Avenue, you will see a light blue four-story building on the left, which looks as simple as the polar, and that is the Geographic Museum in Murmansk. The museum is relatively simple, the fare is very cheap, but 50 rubles, but the content is very rich. The Korla Peninsula, where Murmansk is located, is rich in mineral resources, especially non-ferrous metals, one of the largest and deepest underground drilling in the world, and the Korla ultra-deep drill more than 122,000 meters deep in the formation is also here. Not only minerals, but also aquatic resources near the Kola Peninsula, known as the "land of fishy" since ancient times, the underwater world of the Ministry of Nature and the animal specimens on the forest wasteland are lifelike. The museum's focus is still on the historical part, and on the display of various exhibits is a mural reflecting this part of the main body, so even if you can't understand the interpretation of the text, you can understand the general meaning. The earliest inhabitants of Murmansk were the native Sami of northern Europe, and the thick leather coats and boots made me realize that I was in the Arctic. In 1916, the Arctic railway to Murmansk was repaired. Construction began in full after the October Revolution, during which the famous White Sea-Baltic Canal was dug. The Patriotic War broke out in June 1941. The most important meaning of Murmansk is that as the end of the Arctic route, aid from the United States and Britain along this route continues to reach Murmansk, where it disembarks and is shipped by the Arctic Railway to Leningrad. To cut this lifeline, the Germans and Finnish forces carried out an offensive on the northern line side by side, trying to capture Murmansk and cut off land transport, although they successfully advanced for tens of kilometers in the early days, but under the Red Army's desperate defense they soon had to stop the offensive. The air force, which bombarded Murmansk with indiscriminate bombing, turned it into a scorched earth, but the Murmansk guards gritted their teeth and insisted that the war was over. No wonder I couldn't see an old house in town. From the Geographic Museum is the first light, the sky floats snowflakes, and walks back to the warm hotel room.