The Circassian Chief: A Romance of RussiaKingston, William Henry Giles
History
The Circassian Chief: A Romance of Russia
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Caucasus -- History -- Juvenile fiction
Laughter and joking soon arose among the easily pleased wagoners, caused
by his jests and stories; and, searching, under the hides which covered
his cart, he produced a case of vodka, and a glass, which he filled with
the much-prized liquor, handing it about to the people nearest to him.
By this means, and from time to time also singing a song, he soon won
all their hearts; the Russian peasants being as passionately fond of
music, as they are addicted to vodka.
"Jump up, my friend," said he to one of the men trudging along-side,
"you will find a better seat here than in your own wagon."
The man readily complied, and the young peasant began to ply him with a
number of questions. In this way he learned that they were to remain
only one day to rest their cattle, and to start on the following morning
for the south. The information seemed to give him much satisfaction;
and he intimated to his new friends, that he should wish to enter the
city as one of their party, and to return at the same time with them,
reminding them that he should not forget to fill his can of vodka.
The lofty towers, and polished domes of Moscow now appeared in sight;
and being allowed to pass the gates without hindrance, the caravan
proceeded to the part of the city where that class of people chiefly
congregate: the young peasant acting in every way like the rest of the
party.
After dark, however, giving his telga in charge to one of the wagoners,
whom he had more particularly made his friend, he sallied forth into the
still crowded and bustling streets, meeting parties of pleasure
returning from the gardens in the neighbourhood. Rich nobles driving
from one gay scene of dissipation to another; the military returning
from relieving guard; drunken men of all classes, reeling home,
attempting to support each other as they tottered against the
door-posts; none of them, however, joining in bacchanalian songs, as in
England and other countries; for the Russian, though a careless,
light-hearted being, when sober, becomes when overpowered with liquor, a
surly, morose animal, with all his worst passions aroused, and having no
pretensions to enjoyment. This is too common a scene in Russia; but we
should rather pity than blame such slavish beings, sunk so low in
apathetic ignorance, and who are never taught to respect themselves.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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