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
"I have desired your presence," said the Baron, as he entered, "to
communicate my last orders. I will allow you an ample sum for your
expenses, and a sojourn of six weeks in Moscow. Dedicate that period to
amusement; at its expiration you will be attached to my staff; meanwhile
have your uniforms prepared. You may now depart."
The young man withdrew, his parting salutation being scarcely noticed.
He was met in the court-yard by his friend the dwarf, who shed tears as
Ivan mounted his horse; while he himself felt sad in parting from one of
the few friends he possessed in the world. He took a last look at the
apartment occupied by the lady so deeply beloved by him. All was closed
and mournful there. Then spurring his horse, he rode rapidly from the
chateau.
A lively and bustling scene met his view as he entered Moscow. It was a
day dedicated to one of the numerous saints in the calendar of the Greek
church, and a holiday; so that all the world was abroad, taking
recreation during their brief but beautiful spring.
The sumptuous equipages of the nobles were dashing by, with their four
spirited horses, harnessed in long traces, and guided by a tiny
postillion, while a portly, liveried coachman was seated more for state
than service, on the richly ornamented coach-box. Officers, in various
uniforms, and followed by wild and fierce-looking Calmuc Tartars,
galloped in every direction. Countless were the gay vehicles in motion;
conspicuous amongst these, was the light-formed drosky, drawn by a pair
of horses, the animal in the shafts advancing at a finely paced trot,
while his companion, now prancing and curvetting, now sidling in
graceful bounds, attracted the spectators' admiring gaze. Costly were
the dresses, and glittering the stars with which the proud nobles were
arrayed, as they rode or drove past in rapid succession, offering a
marked contrast to the humble and bearded citizens assembled on the
occasion. Every human being, whatever his garb or condition, seemed
happy; and the young visitor unconsciously caught the same feeling.
Having given his friend Thaddeus notice of his intended coming, he was
not surprised, though much pleased, to be welcomed by him on dismounting
at his hotel.
"Most grave hermit," exclaimed his friend, "happy am I to find that you
have been enticed away from your contemplations amid groves and lakes,
and I trust soon to initiate your philosophy in the mysteries of a city
existence."
"Thanks, my good Thaddeus, I have determined upon seeing what you term
the world and its amusements, and resign myself entirely to your sage
guidance."
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