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
The Mussulman schools brought up the rear carrying
banners with inscriptions out of the “Koran.” The scholars chanted verses
and sung in chorus “Lah illah, illah lah!” in high-pitched voices. They
were surrounded by a crowd of street-boys shouting them words of welcome.
These urchins who had been very much annoyed in hearing their Armenian
little comrades vociferate at every available occasion the Russian
“hurra” had their revenge now.
It was decided that our sentinels should immediately be replaced by
Turkish soldiers. I looked at that ceremony from the balcony of General
Lazareff’s dwelling, commanding a view of the guard-house and the public
square where crowds were gathering. A Turkish patrol soon appeared, about
a dozen soldiers with an under-officer swinging a long branch that he had
just broken from a tree; but the chief of our patrol declared that he
would certainly not give up the guard-house to such singular substitutes.
The new commander of the citadel with a detachment of soldiers arrived
shortly afterwards, and this time our soldiers presented arms to their
former enemies and resigned the place to the Turks. From henceforth
Erzeroum has become again a Turkish town!
Our last dinner in Erzeroum was interrupted by the arrival of
Houssein-Pasha, who came in full uniform to bid us good-bye, accompanied
by his policemaster. After their departure we speedily finished our
meal and started on horseback for the camp. Now, at last, all was over
with Erzeroum! We had tea in our tent, which was pitched on the slope
of a hill, and at seven o’clock we remounted our horses and returned
to Erzeroum, as guests this time; Ali-Effendi invited us to a grand
dinner that he gave in our honour. When we approached his house, it was
illuminated, and a Turkish band began to play. Ali-Effendi came out to
meet us, and offering me his arm, he led me to the dining-room where all
the Russian and Turkish authorities were already assembled. I sat on
the right of Houssein-Pasha, who lavished compliments on me the whole
time. Our host was also most charmingly courteous and proposed to drink
my health with enthusiasm. The dinner consisted of fifteen courses and
lasted it seemed a whole eternity. We returned to our camp late in the
night, accompanied by an escort of Turkish dragoons who carried lighted
torches.
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