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 Neva thawed very late this year, larks were singing, and the
sky was blue, and the whole air was full of the spring promise. It gave
me a wild desire to go abroad and fly over hill and dale. Sergy wanted to
take a two months’ leave of absence, but the doctor that he had summoned
to certify the absolute necessity of a cure, after having given his
diagnosis, said that Sergy was blessed with excellent health. As it was
absolutely necessary to find an ailment of some kind, I had recourse to
artfulness. Before the doctor took leave, I put my head through the door
and made faces behind his back, grimacing so wildly that Sergy had to
struggle with suppressed laughter; the muscles of his face moved and his
lips twitched. “Oh, I don’t like that at all!” cried out the mystified
Æsculapius. “I see now what is the matter with you! your overstrained
nervous system calls for energetic treatment, and a month’s holidays, at
least, is the sort of physic you want. Your ailment is overwork, pure and
simple!” When the doctor left I burst into wild laughter, and thought
him the nicest physician in the world. My scheme was thus successful,
and Sergy, being ordered abroad by the doctor to take a long rest, had
obtained a six weeks’ leave of absence.
I was tremendously pleased to visit foreign countries, and looked forward
to it with great anticipation. Quantities of pleasant things were
planned. But, alas! it had only been a sweet dream! I soon awoke to grim
reality. Quite unexpectedly Sergy was appointed chief of the staff of the
circuit of Moscow. I was greatly disappointed that we had to give up our
cherished trip abroad. It was all so sudden, so totally unexpected, and I
cried that night when I went to bed. But it means a very brilliant future
for my husband, and it would be madness to refuse it. We have to start
without delay.
CHAPTER XIX
MOSCOW
We arrived at Moscow in the beginning of May, and settled down for the
summer months in a wing of the Petrovski Palace, situated in a beautiful
park two miles out, to wait for our apartments to be got ready in town.
This palace is a majestic building flanked with four red-brick turrets,
looking like a mediæval castle.
The summer passed quickly. It was autumn now, and yellow leaves were
falling thickly on the paths outside. The last week of September we took
up our winter quarters in town. It was great pleasure to settle in our
new home. We have bought a pair of carriage-horses, beautiful steppers,
and a pair of lovely ponies to drive myself, sweet little pets they are.
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