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 Regattas had attracted a great number of spectators on the shore of
Cernobbio. Eighteen row-boats, adorned with wreaths of flowers, bearing
each its number and denomination, were lining the coast like race-horses
ready to start. At a signal given by a cannon shot the boats spun
along rapidly in the direction of Como. I didn’t take any interest at
all in these Regattas, my thoughts being miles away, for the manœuvres
being over, I was leaving Cernobbio on the following day. To think that
to-morrow at this time I shall be with Sergy again! I was getting so
excited I didn’t know how to wait till next morning, and went to bed as
early as possible in order to reduce the evening to its very shortest
proportions. It was my last night in that nasty place, and to-morrow I
would shake the dust off my feet!
When I awoke in the morning I felt a great happiness. I dressed quickly
and went to the window to look out for the carriage that was to take me
to the railway station. To my great pleasure all our ladies, except Frau
Weidemann, were asleep. I shall probably never set eyes on them again. If
I ever see them, it will be only in my nightmares. I wanted to get away
from here without the delay of a minute, and was leaving the house at
a quarter to seven. I set out of Cernobbio deliciously light of heart,
and hope I shall never return to this inhospitable place again. I had a
first-class compartment to myself and felt like a schoolgirl off on her
holiday. At every turn of the wheels my heart gave a glad throb at the
thought that soon I would meet my husband, who was to arrive at Milan
a few hours after me. I have left all my sorrows at Cernobbio: all the
little bothers that were my lot were left behind. All that was done with
now, and I’ll make up for lost time, that I will!
On arriving at Milan I went straight to the Hôtel de la Ville. The
manager came up to me and made me welcome, and told me that my husband
was expected in the afternoon. I was shown into the same apartments we
had before, which made me feel quite at home. I grew awfully impatient
waiting; I could not keep still and began to walk restlessly up and
down the room, counting the minutes when Sergy would arrive, and every
little while looking at the clock. At last I heard hurried steps in the
corridor, and in an instant Sergy held me in his arms.
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