My Memories of Thrace

“In the autumn of 1864, I was appointed to manage the Adrianople consulate. At that time, the consul in Adrianople was a young man, Mikhail Ignatyevich Zolotarev. He was going to Russia for a long vacation and was waiting for me impatiently in order to hand over to me. On a rainy October morning I boarded a steamboat to sail through Silivri to Rodosto, where my crew was supposed to be waiting for me… I can’t stand the sea, I suffer from seasickness, and I find a long voyage on a steamer unbearably boring and cruelly tormenting. A journey by horseback, even if it’s the most tiring, I actually love…”