Book contents
- Frontmatter
- Contents
- List of Illustrations
- Abbreviations
- Miscellaneous Frontmatter
- Introduction to Volume 3
- Letter XXXI
- Letter XXXII
- Letter XXXIII
- Letter XXXIV
- Letter XXXV
- Letter XXXVI
- Letter XXXVII
- Letter XXXVIII
- Letter XXXIX
- Letter XL
- Letter XLI
- Notes on this Translation
- Selected Bibliography
- Index
Letter XL
Published online by Cambridge University Press: 22 October 2021
- Frontmatter
- Contents
- List of Illustrations
- Abbreviations
- Miscellaneous Frontmatter
- Introduction to Volume 3
- Letter XXXI
- Letter XXXII
- Letter XXXIII
- Letter XXXIV
- Letter XXXV
- Letter XXXVI
- Letter XXXVII
- Letter XXXVIII
- Letter XXXIX
- Letter XL
- Letter XLI
- Notes on this Translation
- Selected Bibliography
- Index
Summary
Preparation for the return trip. Brantmeyer. The carriage. A fellow traveler. Departure. Brunn. An unusual monument. Olmutz. Brody. Customs. Arrival in Kiev.
After I finished all my business in Vienna, after I surveyed the main parts of the famous capital of the Austrian monarchy, after I visited the most interesting places in its suburbs, I began preparing for my return trip. Until then, I had been traveling like a philosopher, in diligences, haphazardly without worries and without care. Now I had to think about how to travel to and through Russia, where diligences are not available yet, and traveling by post chaise, an unaccustomed traveler risks leaving all his bones behind by the fourth station. On the advice of my Vienna acquaintances, I went to the best local cartwright, Brantmeyer (in the suburb of Rossau), and immediately chose a pretty, good-looking little carriage, a two-seater, but with a top that transforms it, if necessary, into a four-seater. The cartwright asked 800 guilders in silver for it, i.e., approximately 2,000 rubles, and while I was sitting in it thinking about whether I should take it, a tall, very beautiful lady, accompanied by another woman and some fidgety cavalier, came to the carriage door, and she said to Brantmayer: “I think I will take this one!”— “No, madam!” I objected: “This carriage is mine. Brantmeyer! I will not get out of it, without having received your word. I did not bring any advance money but will pay you in full tomorrow. Even if you send for the police, I will not yield it.” Brantmeyer liked this determination, and he said to the lady, “I do not have the power to sell you this equipage, but why don't you choose a different carriage? That one over there is no worse than this one.”— “That carriage is blue, and I want to have one of a different color. In Stuttgart, where I am from, all the carriages are blue. And why did you, sir,” she asked me with some discontent, “choose this carriage in particular?” With these words, she looked at me like Medea.— “Precisely because it is green, and in Petersburg, where I am from, almost all carriages are green. I am not a lady and not a beauty and do not have the need to differ from the others.”
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- Publisher: Anthem PressPrint publication year: 2021