The diary of a Russian lady : $b reminiscences of Barbara Doukhovskoy (née princesse Galitzine)Dukhovskaia, Varvara
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The diary of a Russian lady : $b reminiscences of Barbara Doukhovskoy (née princesse Galitzine)
Dukhovskaia, Varvara
Russia -- Social life and customs; Voyages and travels
At seven o’clock the sappers gave a banquet in the apartments of the
deceased General Heimann. I begged for Mme. Gilbert to be invited to that
dinner, so as not to be the only woman at that festival. Again numerous
toasts were given. Doctor Reitlinger, a thorough Dorpat student, stood
on a chair and gave a long discourse in praise of Erzeroum. When he had
ended, Prince Toumanoff exclaimed that he had forgotten to mention in
his panegyrics the most important point of all, namely, that Paradise
happened to be only a few miles off from here. Everybody laughed, for the
neighbourhood of Paradise was not perceptible in Erzeroum as we dabbled
in mud and snow close by this Paradise, whilst it was already spring-time
in Russia.
When we got home I went directly to bed, and was just falling asleep when
the sounds of a march playing under our windows awakened me. It proved
to be a group of sapper officers who had come to serenade me for having
taken part at their festival.
April 30th.—I have been unwell all these days and was obliged to remain
in bed. Yesterday I felt well enough to leave my room, and Mme. Gilbert
hastened to call on me. She threw her arms round my neck and nearly
strangled me with kisses, having been awfully anxious about me, for when
one falls ill in this blessed country, one is sent beforehand _ad patres_.
April 31st.—I called to-day on Signora Lavini, a curious specimen of a
Turkified European woman. She is the wife of an Italian druggist, who
has lived here for many years. Their daughter was born and educated
in Erzeroum, of which one is easily aware by her moral development.
Nevertheless her parents seem very proud of their offspring; they called
her up to exhibit her musical accomplishments before us. The young
_virtuose_ betook herself to the piano, and first played some scales on
the elderly instrument shockingly out of tune, toiling up and down the
piano, and giving her wrist and arm a tremendous jerk every time it was
her thumbs turn to go under. She ended her musical performance by the
traditional _Cloches du Monastère_.
Profiting by the improvement of the roads, a great number of Turkish
officers hasten to Erzeroum to see their families.
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