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Identifier: russia00dobsrich (find matches)
Title: Russia;
Year: 1913 (1910s)
Authors: Dobson, George Grove, Henry M Stewart, Hugh, 1884-1934 Haenen, F. de
Subjects: Soviet Union -- Description and travel
Publisher: London, A. and C. Black
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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the Don Cossack StenkaRazine, who for three years terrorized the LowerVolga and the Caspian. The sketch tells of a manwhom an unearthly lover bears wherever he pleases,to distant countries or into the distant past. Onthis occasion they stand by the Volga at night, and,though he sees nothing save the dark water, he isconscious suddenly of the noise of screams andcries, furious cursing and laughter, the laugliterworst of all, the strokes of oars and blows of axes,slamming as of doors and sea-chests, the scrape ofdigging and wheels, the neighing of horses, thesound of alarums, the clang of chains, drunkensongs and the grinding of teeth, unconsolable weep-ing, pitiful despairing silence, exclamations of com-mand, death-rattles and bravado whistling. ^Vithmasterly art Turguenieff pictures the approach ofStenka Razine. The man still sees nothing, butfeels all at once as if an enormous body were movingstraight towards him, Stepan Timofeyitch, thecorsairs shout, here comes Stepan Timofeyitch,
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BLESSING THE WATKR IN THE COUNTRY THE VOLGA 855 our little father, our ataman, our feeder; and thena terrible voice booms a death-sentence to theirprisoners : Frolka — this was his brother andlieutenant— where are you, dog ? Kindle up onall sides ! Take the axes to the cursed white-hands ! The man feels the heat of flames, thebiting smoke, and at the same moment somethingwarm like blood splashes on his hands and face.The brigands burst into inhuman guffaws, and hefaints away. Right up to the nineteenth century,the mouth of the Usa, which breaks through thehills here, was a nest of pirates. Here fiom an out-look on the cliffs they kept a watch for merchantvessels, and as soon as one was spied the banks re-echoed with the ominous rallying-cry, Sarin nakitckku / Captain, crew, and biirlaks, fell on theirfaces, and the freebooters took what they pleased. At length, at the narrow Samara Gates, the riverbreaks impatiently through its barrier, and turnsfirst sharply south, and then as sh

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