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 Metropolitan pronounced a long discourse in Armenian that Egueshi
translated to us; he said that the Emperor of Russia had always been
regarded with deep love and respect by the whole Christian population of
Asia, and that he, consequently, proposed a toast to the health of our
Monarch in the name of all the Armenians. Ali-Effendi, taking offence,
proposed to drink the health of our Emperor in the name of all the
Asiatic nationalities, without distinction of religion, as he could not
admit any difference between them. The Metropolitan, wishing to expiate
his awkwardness, held up his glass to Ali-Effendi, but the offended
Osmanlie feigned not to notice it, and removed his glass. Never will the
Koran and the Gospel, evidently, live in peace in Asia! Mons. Gilbert,
in his turn, after having spoken of the sympathy that existed between
France and Russia, exclaimed, “Long live Russia!” and my husband replied
immediately, “Long live France!” The Catholic Archbishop said something
very eloquent but rather incomprehensible. The last toast was drunk by
Sergy to the prosperity of Erzeroum, whatever fate should befall it.
After dinner we went out on the balcony and listened to the different
_potpourris_ on Russian national airs executed by our military bands. At
our appearance hundreds of voices exclaimed, “Long live the Emperor of
Russia!” It was night when the musicians returned to their camp, playing
marches all the time. They were followed by a throng of street boys who
carried their cymbals and their rolls of music.
April 18th.—On waking this morning I saw the street covered with snow,
which continued to fall in big flakes, and it is spring in Russia now!
Country, people, climate, everything is so gloomy out here!
In the afternoon I went on horseback to return my visit to the wife of
the President of the Town Council. Mme. Gilbert followed with Helena
in a cart procured by our ambulance people. Eleonora had entreated her
father to allow her to accompany us, but he refused outright, saying that
if the question was of visiting an Armenian or Greek family, he would
have willingly given his consent, but he would certainly never allow his
daughter to enter a Turkish harem.
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