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 gaiety and the bustle of St. Petersburg life bewildered me. I went
out a great deal, fluttering from amusement to amusement: balls, dinners,
theatres, concerts, etc., etc. Unfortunately I couldn’t be in two places
at the same time.
Papa took me to another Court ball, where I distinguished myself, making
such a stupid blunder. Overheated by dancing, I was dying of thirst, and
rushing up to a smart-looking individual, clad in bright red, I told
him to bring me some iced lemonade, taking him for a Court official. He
returned in about five minutes, closely followed by another personage
arrayed likewise in red, who carried a tray, and making me a most refined
bow, he named himself “Senator K⸺.” In an instant I had guessed the
whole odious situation. I had made an awful mistake, having confounded
a red-livered lackey with a senator. How could I have been so clumsy?
It was a horribly awkward moment, and I thought I should die of shame.
It was really very difficult to find something to say. Covered with
confusion I blushed all over my face and muttered hastily some excuses,
wanting the floor to open and swallow me up.
There was to be a grand fancy-dress ball at Court, in which I was invited
to participate. It was to be one of the best things of the season, one
of the eight marvels of the world. The Grand Duke Waldemar, representing
the sun, was to open the cortège sitting in a triumphal car drawn by
pages and surrounded by twelve sunbeams. I was designed to represent one
of them. We were to follow the car in a semi-circle, the tall ones (I
being one of the number) in the middle. I had the most bewitching costume
that heart of girl could desire. It consisted of a Greek tunic in rose
satin, draped on the shoulders with golden gauze; a small sun-dial on
the top of my coiffure, powdered with golden powder, was to indicate the
hour (mine pointed out six o’clock.) My costume was quite ready, and I
gazed at myself in the looking-glass with rapture, arrayed in it. I was
a good deal excited about this ball, and could think of nothing else,
when suddenly came the tidings of the death of a prince belonging to
the Prussian Imperial family, and the ball was put off. I was awfully
disappointed and nearly cried my eyes out. I had looked forward to it so!
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