you! shooting, posthumous, posthumous,*
Years slip ... #
I returned to Raevskii and slept in his tent. Middle of the night woke me terrible screams: one could think, that the enemy did attack unintentional. Rajewski sent to find out the cause of the alarm: several Tatar horses, tore off the leash, We ran through the camp, and Muslims (was the name of Tatars, serving in our army) they were caught.
At the dawn of the army moved forward. We drove up to the mountains, wooded. We drove into the gorge. Dragoons said among themselves,: "Look, brother, hold on: buckshot just enough ". Indeed, the Location blahopryyatstvovalo principles; but the Turks, diverted to the other side of General Burtsova movement, They did not use their benefits. We successfully passed the dangerous gorge and began to Sagan-lu altitudes ten miles from the enemy camp.
Nature around us was gloomy. The air was cold, mountains covered with pines sad. Snow lay in the gullies.
... and at the mouth of Armenia,*
Valgi friend, stands idle on ice
Months for all ... #
We only had time to relax and have dinner *, they heard gunshots. Rajewski sent to inquire. he was told, Turks gunfire at the forefront of our pickets. I went with Semicheva * see a new picture for me. We met a wounded Cossack: he sat, reeling in the saddle, pale and bloodied. Two Cossacks supported him. "Are there many Turks?"- asked Semichev. "Sweeney knocks, Your Honor ", - replied one of them. After passing the gorge, Suddenly we saw on the decline contradistinction to the mountains 200 Cossacks, arranged in lava, and above them near 500 Turks. The Cossacks retreated slowly; Turkish people came with greater audacity, sighting steps in 20 and, shooting, jumping back. Their high turban, dolimany beautiful and brilliant hat horses in sharp contradistinction to the blue uniforms and simply harness the Cossacks. Man 15 our was already wounded. Lt. Col. Basov sent for help. At this time he himself was wounded in the leg. The Cossacks were mixed. But Basov again mounted his horse and remained with his team. reinforcements appeared in time. Turks, seeing him, immediately disappeared, Staying on the mountain naked corpse Cossack, decapitated and chopped off. Turks severed head sent to Constantinople, and hands, dipped in the blood, imprinted on their banners. gunshots subsided. eagles, satellites troops, podnyalys over the mountain, from a height of looking out for their prey. At this time, the crowd seemed to generals and officers: Count Paskevich came and went to Mount, for which the Turks fled. They were backed up 4000 cavalry, hidden in a hollow in the ravines. From the mountain heights we opened the Turkish camp, separated from us by ravines and heights. We came back late. Driving our camp, I saw our wounded, of which five people died in the same night and the next day. In the evening I went to see the young Osten-Sacken *, wounded on the same day in another battle.
Camp life is very liked me. Gun roused us at the dawn. Sleep in a tent surprisingly healthy. At dinner, we washed down with Asian barbecue English beer and champagne, frozen in the snow taurian. Our society has been variously. In the tent of General Rajewski going beki Muslim regiments; and the conversation was a translator. In our army and people we were Caucasian of our regions and the people of the land, recently conquered. Between them with curiosity I looked at Yazid, slyvuschego East devil-worshipers. About 300 families live at the foot of Mount Ararat. They recognized the sovereignty of the Russian sovereign. Head of, tall, ugly man in a red cloak and a black hat, sometimes I come with a nod to the general Raevskii, the head of the entire cavalry. I tried to learn from Yazid truth about their religion. My questions he answered, that rumor, if Yazidis worship Satan, there is an empty fable; that they believe in one God; that according to their law to curse the devil, truth, unseemly and ignoble, for he is now unhappy, but it can be forgiven over time, because we can not put limits mercy of Allah. This explanation calmed me. I was very glad for Yazid, that they do not worship Satan; and their errors seemed to me much longer forgivable.
A man appeared in my camp three days after me. He came together with the supply train, who joined the enemy safely referring to the army. NB: during the whole campaign, none of the numerous Arba our baggage was not captured by the enemy. Order, What is with the convoy followed the army, really amazing.
17 the morning of June we again heard shooting and two hours to see the Karabakh regiment returning from osmyu Turkish flags: Colonel Friederichs had to deal with the enemy, entrenched behind the stone rubble, He ousted him and drove; Osman Pasha, commanded the cavalry, barely managed to escape.
18 June the camp had moved to another place. 19-it, only gun awakened us, everything was set in motion in the camp. The generals have gone to their posts. shelves were built; officers grew from his platoon. I was alone, without knowing, which side to go, and put his horse to the will of God. I met General Burtsova, who called me on the left flank. What is left? - I thought, and went forth. I saw General Muraveva, puts gun. Soon appeared delibashi and swirled in the valley, perestrelivayas our Cossacks. Meanwhile dense crowd their infantry was in the valley. Gen. Ants * ordered to shoot. Buckshot sufficed in the middle of the crowd. The Turks pushed aside and disappeared behind the rise. I saw Count Paskevich, surrounded by his staff. Turks bypassed our troops, separated from them by a deep ravine. Count Puschina sent to inspect a ravine. Pušin jumped. The Turks took him for a rider and gave him a volley of. everyone laughed. Earl told to put the gun and shoot. The enemy was scattered on the mountain and in the valley,. On the left, which he called me Burtsev, It happened torrid affair. In front of us (against the city) Turkish cavalry galloped. Earl sent against her General Rajewski, which led to the attack his regiment Nizhny Novgorod. Turks disappeared. Tatars our wounded and surrounded them quickly undressed, leaving naked in the middle of the field. General Rajewski stopped at the edge of the ravine. two squadrons, separated from the regiment, It brought in its pursuit; They were bailed Colonel Simonich *.
The battle subsided; Turks in our eyes have started to dig and pull up stones, Strengthened by his custom. We leave them alone. We dismounted and began to dine what God has sent. At that time, the Count brought several prisoners. One of them was severely wounded. they questioned. About the sixth hour, the troops were ordered to go back to the enemy. The Turks began to stir the rubble of their, took us to cannon shots and soon conceived retreat. Our cavalry was in front; we began to descend into a ravine; the earth fell away and fell off under the horses' feet. Constantly my horse could fall, and then consolidated Lancers * be moved through me. However, God delivered. We barely got out on the high road, going around the corner, like all our cavalry galloped at full speed. The Turks fled; Cossacks lashed with whips guns, abandoned on the road, and swept past. The Turks were thrown into ravines, located on both sides of the road; they are not firing; at least not one bullet whistled past my ears. The first was in pursuit of our Tatar regiments, of which horse is fast and power. my horse, biting occasion, they are not far behind; I could hardly contain it. She stopped in front of the corpse of a young Turk, lying across the road. Him, it seemed, it was years 18; pale, girlish face was not disfigured. His turban was lying in the dust; shaved his head was shot through by a bullet. I went a step; soon overtook me Rajewski. He wrote in pencil on a piece of paper on the report Count Paskevich complete defeat of the enemy and go further. I followed him from a distance. night came. Weary my horse stumbled and lagged behind at every step. Count Paskevich commanded not to stop the persecution, and he drove them. I was overtaken by horseback our troops; I saw Colonel Polyakov, Chief Cossack artillery, who played that day the important role, and came together with him in the abandoned village, where Count Paskevich stopped, Stop the persecution on account of the ensuing night.
We found the graph on the roof of an underground hut before the fire. To this resulted prisoners. He asked them. Here are almost all the heads. The Cossacks were kept in the reins of their horses. Fire lit picture, worthy of Salvator Rosa, river roared in the darkness. At this time, it was told the count, that the village hidden powder stocks and what should be afraid of an explosion. Count saklia left with all his retinue. We went to our camp, is already in 30 miles away from the place, where we slept. The road was full of mounted units. Just before we arrive at the scene, when suddenly the sky lit up, like a meteor, and we heard a muffled explosion. cottage, left us back to a quarter of an hour, It was blown up air: it was a powder supply. Scattered the stones crushed several Cossacks.
That's all, that while I could see. In the evening I learned, that in this battle defeated serasker arzrumsky, who went to join the Pasha with Gaki 30 000 troops. Serasker fled to Arzrum; his army, bounced over the Sagan-lu, were scattered, artillery taken, and Gaki Pasha, one remained in our hands. Count Paskevich gave him no time to dispose of.
Chapter Four
Battle with Gaki-pashoyu. Death of Tartar Bek. hermaphrodite. captive Pasha. Araks. Most shepherd. Gassan-Kale. Hot spring. Hike to Arzrum. Conversation. Taking Arzrum. Turkish prisoners. dervish.
The next day at five o'clock in the camp woke up and was ordered to perform. Vyshed the tent, I met Count Paskevich, who stood above all. He saw me. "Are you tired of the day yesterday?" - "But a little, m. the count". - "I am sorry for you, because we're still a walk to join the Pasha, and then it will continue the enemy still thirty versts "#.
We started and Eighth o'clock came to the podium, from which the camp Gaki Pasha was visible at a glance. Turks opened fire harmless from all their batteries. Meanwhile, in the camp of a great movement it was noticeable. Fatigue and morning heat forced many of us to get off the horses and go on fresh grass. I snared the reins around his hands and fell asleep, awaiting the order to go ahead. Fifteen minutes later I was awakened. Everything was in motion. On one side of the column went to the Turkish camp; on the other - the cavalry prepared to pursue the enemy. I went was for the Nizhny Novgorod regiment, but my horse was limping. I fell behind. He swept past me Lancers. Then Volhovsky rode with three guns. I found myself alone in the wooded mountains. I got to meet the dragoons, who announced, that the forest is filled with the enemy. I returned. I met General Muraviev with an infantry regiment. He had sent one company in the forest, in order to clean it. Approaching the ravine, I saw an unusual picture. Lying under a tree one of our Tartar Beks, mortally wounded. Beside him sobbing his favorite. mullah, I stand at the knees, I read prayers. Dying Bey was extremely quiet and still looked at his friend's young. The ravine was collected person 500 prisoners. Several of the wounded Turks beckoned me signs, probably taking me for a doctor and requiring assistance, I could not submit to them. From the forest came the Turks, clutching his wound bloody rags. The soldiers approached him with the intention of pin, It may be of humanity. But it angered me too; I stood up for the poor Turk and hardly brought him, exhausted and bled, a handful of his comrades. When was Colonel Anrep *. He smoked a friendly on their handsets, despite, there were rumors about the plague, if opened in the Turkish camp. The prisoners were, talking quietly among themselves. Almost all were young people. After a rest, May we continue. Across the road littered with body. miles in 15 I found a regiment of Nizhny Novgorod, dwelt on the banks of the river in the middle of the rocks. Persecution continued for several hours. In the evening we came to the valley, surrounded by a dense forest, and finally I could sleep ad libitum, galloped in these two days more osmidesyati miles.
The next day the troops, pursued them, They were ordered to return to camp. Here we learned, between prisoners was a hermaphrodite. Rajewski at my request told him to bring. I saw a tall,, rather fat man with the face of an old snub-nosed Chukhonka. We visited him in the presence of a doctor. erat vir, mammosus ut female, had a T. not evolutos, p. that small and childhood. We sought, should be to prevent exsectus? - God, responded, castravit me#. And this disease, known Ipokratu, according to the testimony of travelers, It is common among nomadic Tartars and Turks. Hoss has a Turkish name and sim imaginary hermaphrodites.
Our standing army in the Turkish camp, taken on the eve of. Tent Count Paskevich standing near green tent Gaki Pasha, was taken prisoner by our Cossacks. I went to him and found him surrounded by our officers. he sat, cross-legged and smoking his pipe. He seemed to be forty years. The importance and deep calmness portrayed on his face beautiful. Surrendering prisoner, he asked, so he was given a cup of kofiyu and that it eliminated the issues.
We stood in the valley. Snowy mountains and wooded Sagan-lu were already behind us. We went forward, anywhere without encountering the enemy. The villages were deserted. The surrounding side sad. We saw Aras, rapidly flowing in the rocky shores of their. AT 15 Ghassan miles from Calais is a bridge, beautifully and boldly built on seven unequal arches. Tradition ascribes its construction wealthy shepherd, hermit died at the height of the hill, where until now show his grave, shaded by two desert pines. Nearby villagers flock to worship her. The bridge is called Chaban-Capra (bridge shepherd). The road to Tabriz is through him.
A few steps from the bridge, I visited the dark ruins of caravanserai. I have not found anyone in it, except the patient donkey, probably thrown here fleeing villagers.
24 the morning of June we went to Hassan-Calais, ancient fortress, on the eve of a busy Prince Bekovich. She was in 15 miles from the place of our camp. Long passages have wearied me. I was hoping to rest; but it turned out otherwise.
Before the performance of the cavalry came to our camp Armenians, living in the mountains, demanding protection from the Turks, that three days ago, drove their cattle. Colonel Anrep, good without investigating, what they wanted, I imagined, that the Turkish detachment was located in the mountains, and one squadron Lancer Regiment rode toward, giving to know Raevskii, what 3000 Turks are in the mountains. Rajewski followed him, in order to reinforce it in case of danger. I consider myself attached to the Nizhny Novgorod regiment and rode the great annoyance of the release of the Armenians. driving miles 20, we drove into the village and saw a few stragglers Lancers, that, dismount, with drawn swords, We chased some chickens. Here, one of the villagers explained to Raevskii, that it was a question 3000 volah, Three days ago, the Turks and the distillation of which is very easy to catch up with two days. Rajewski Uhlans ordered to cease harassment of hens and sent Colonel Anrep command to turn back. We went back and, Once out of the mountains, Hassan arrived at Calais. But in this way we have given 40 miles hook, in order to save the lives of several Armenian hens, that it did not seem funny to me.
Ghassan Calais revered key Arzrum. The town is built at the foot of the cliff, topped fortress. It was up to a hundred Armenian families. Our camp was in a wide plain, stretched the front of the fortress. Then I visited a circular stone structure, It means there is a hot iron-sulfur spring.
Round pool has a diameter of three fathoms. I crossed it twice, and suddenly, feeling dizzy and nauseous, barely had the power to go to the stone edge of the source. These waters are famous in the east, but, without decent healers, residents enjoy them at random and, probably, without much success.
By Hassan-Kala walls flowing river Murzo; its shores are covered with iron sources, which beat out from under the rocks and drain into river. They are not so pleasant taste, as a Caucasian seltzer, and respond copper.
25 June, on the day of the birth of the Emperor, in our camp under the walls of the fortress regiments will listen to prayer. At dinner the Count Paskevich, when they drank the health of the emperor, Earl announced a campaign to Arzrum. At five o'clock in the evening the army has acted.
26 of June we began in the mountains five miles from Arzrum. These mountains are called Ak-Dag (white mountains); they chalk. white, caustic dust ate our eyes; sad kind of depressing. The proximity Arzrum and confidence in the end of the campaign comforted us.
Count Paskevich evening went to inspect the location. Turkish riders, all day circled in front of our pickets, They began to shoot at him. Count several times threatened to whip th, He died not argue with General Muravyov. Their shots did not respond.
Meanwhile, in the large dither occurred Arzrum. serasker, He ran into the city after his defeat, I spread the rumor about absolutely broken Russian. Behind him tempered prisoners brought residents appeal Count Paskevich. Fugitives caught in a lie serasker. Soon we learned about the fast approaching Russian. People began to talk of surrender. Serasker and his army thought to defend. There was a rebellion. A few francs were killed embittered ink.
In our camp (26-On the morning) were deputies from the people and serasker; day was spent in negotiations; at five o'clock in the evening the deputies went to Arzrum, And with them General Duke Bekovich, well versed in Asian languages and customs.
The next morning our army moved forward. On the east side Arzrum, at an altitude Top Dagh, It was a Turkish battery. Shelves went to her, responding to the Turkish firing drumbeats and music. The Turks fled, and Top-dag was busy. I arrived there with the poet Yuzefovich *. On the left we find a battery of Count Paskevich with all his retinue. From the heights of the mountains in a ravine opened eyes with his citadel Arzrum, with minaretami, with green roofs, glued on one another. The count was riding. In front of him on the ground were Turkish MPs, came with the keys of the city. But it was much excitement Arzrum. Suddenly, on the shaft of the city flashed fire, lit smoke, and core flew to the Top Doug. A couple of them went over the head of Count Paskevich; "Look at the Turks, - he said to me,, - you can never trust them "#. In this minute he rode on
Doug Prince Bekoviç, yesterday was in the negotiations Arzrum. he announced, serasker and that people have long been willing to surrender, but that a few naughty Arnautov led by Topcu Pasha captured the city and rebel batteries. The generals arrived at the count, asking permission to silence the Turkish batteries. Arzrumskie Sanovnik, sitting under the fire of their own guns, We repeated the same request. Count some time delayed; finally made a decree, said: "Enough fooling around them". Immediately brought up the gun, began firing, and the enemy gunfire gradually subsided. Our regiments went to Arzrum, and 27 June, on the anniversary of the Poltava battle, at six o'clock in the evening Russian banner evolved over arzrumskoy Citadel.
Rajewski went into town - I went with him; we drove into town, presents an amazing picture. The Turks with their flat roofs sullenly looked at us. Armenians noisy crowded in cramped streets. Their boys ran in front of our horses, Cross and repeating: Christian! Christian!.. We drove up to the castle, where our artillery was part; with astonishment, I then met my Artemia, already driving around, in spite of strict instructions from anyone not to leave the camp without special permission.
the streets narrow and crooked. Houses are quite high. many people, - shops were closed. After spending hours in the city with two, I returned to the camp: serasker and four pashas, taken into captivity, We are already here. One of the pashas, a lean old man, horrible busybody, animatedly talking to our generals. When he saw me in a tailcoat, he asked, who I was. Leo gave me the title of poet. Pasha folded his arms across his chest and bowed to me, said through a translator: «Blessed hour, when he met the poet. Dervish poet brother. He has no fatherland, no earthly blessings; and meanwhile we, poor, We care about fame, of power, the treasures, He is on a par with the masters of the earth, and worshiped ".
Eastern greeting Pasha all of us are very fond. I went to look at serasker. At the entrance to his tent I met his favorite's page, black-eyed boy of fourteen years, Arnaut in rich clothes. serasker, hoarhead, most ordinary appearance, I am sitting in a deep depression. Beside him was a crowd of our officers. Coming out of his tent, I saw a young man, polunahoho, in sheepskin hat, with a club in his hand and with fur (outraged)# behind. He shouted in all throat. I was told, it was my brother, dervish, who came to welcome the winners. It hardly drove.
Chapter Five
Arzrum. Asian luxury. Climate. Cemetery. satirical poems. Seraskirsky Palace. Harem Turkish pasha. Plague. death Burtsova. Departure from Arzrum. Return trip. Russian journal.
