The Life of Tolstoy: First Fifty Years: Fifth EditionMaude, Aylmer
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The Life of Tolstoy: First Fifty Years: Fifth Edition
Maude, Aylmer
Tolstoy, Leo, graf, 1828-1910
bétails arrivent au pont,--mais comme il était impossible de les
prendre tous, le prince a été obligé de refuser à ceux qui sont
venus les derniers et il fallait voir comme cela le chagrinait.
Il recevait toutes les députations qui venaient de ces pauvres
gens, il causait avec chacun d'eux, tâchait de leur expliquer
l'impossibilité de la chose, leur proposait de passer sans leurs
chariots et leur bétail et en se chargeant de leurs moyens de
subsistence jusqu'à ce qu'ils arrivassent en Russie, payant de sa
propre bourse des vaisseaux particuliers pour les transporter, en
un mot faisant tout son possible pour faire du bien à ces gens.
Oui, chère tante, je voudrais bien que votre prophétie se réalise.
La chose que j'ambitionne le plus, est d'être l'aide de camp d'un
homme comme lui que j'aime et que j'estime du plus profond de mon
coeur. Adieu, chère et bonne tante; je baise vos mains.
[16] I am going to tell you of my recollections of Silistria.
I there saw so much that was interesting, poetic and touching,
that the time I passed there will never be effaced from my
memory. Our camp was on the other side of the Danube, _i.e._
on the right bank, on very high ground amid splendid gardens
belonging to Mustafa Pasha, the Governor of Silistria. The
view from that place is not only magnificent, but of the
greatest interest to us all. Not to speak of the Danube, its
islets and its banks, some occupied by us, others by the
Turks, one could see the town, the fortress and the little
forts of Silistria as on the palm of one's hand. One heard
the booming of cannon and musket-shots unceasingly day and
night; and with a spy-glass one could distinguish the Turkish
soldiers. It is true it is a queer sort of pleasure to see
people killing one another, yet every evening and every
morning I got on to my cart and remained for hours at a
time, watching: nor was I the only one who did so. The sight
was really fine, especially at night. At night my soldiers
usually undertake trench-work, and the Turks fling themselves
upon them to hinder them; then one should see and hear the
fusillade! The first night I passed in camp, this dreadful
noise awoke and frightened me: I thought an assault had
begun. I very soon had my horse saddled; but those who had
been already some time in camp told me that I had only to
keep quiet: that this cannonade and fusillade was an ordinary
affair, and they jestingly called it 'Allah.' Then I lay down
again; but not being able to sleep, I amused myself, watch in
hand, counting the cannon-shots, and I counted 110 reports in
a minute. And yet, at close quarters, all this did not look
so terrible as might be supposed. At night, when nothing was
visible, it was a case of who could burn most powder, and with
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