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
Though the sky was perfectly clear this evening, Egueshi warned us,
pointing to the “Palantek,” that there would be a shower before long,
but we, all the same, started on our habitual ride, but had not gone
half a mile when there came the rumble of thunder from afar; a flash of
lightning shot across the sky and the rain came down in torrents. We
galloped at full speed towards the village of Shakk, not far off, and
took refuge under the roof of an old Armenian priest. On the walls of
his parlour hung a whole gallery of pictures cut from French illustrated
papers, representing chiefly heroes of the Russo-Turkish war, a present
left for our host by a Russian officer who had put up at his house for a
time. I wonder if the originals of these portraits will ever know that
their visages adorn the walls of a humble cottage situated in one of the
remotest parts of Asia Minor. On our way home we admired the beautiful
growth of the wheat; the plain of Erzeroum being abundantly irrigated,
the harvests are usually splendid, everything looks so green and fresh.
May 31st.—Storm clouds gathered again on the heights of the “Palantek”
this evening. We had scarcely reached the camp when large drops began to
fall and the storm came down in rolling thunder and lashing rain. Sergy
hurried me into a great coat but nevertheless I got wet through. In an
instant the whole camp, situated on a declivity, was furrowed by the
impetuous torrents, and the water rushed in streams over the ground. When
we reached the riflemen’s camp, we dismounted and ran into Mr. Popoff’s
tent for shelter until the storm should clear away. In returning we had
to go over gutters, which was difficult on account of their being full
of foaming water. We saw a drove of cattle returning from the pasture
grounds which found itself in great trouble before a usually dry ditch
transformed for the moment into a torrent. The shepherds, mounted on
donkeys, tried by gestures and voice to force the cattle to enter the
water, in order to reach the other bank, but it was no easy matter; the
cows ended by obeying, but the donkeys resisted energetically and nothing
could be done with them.
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