Maryuan was born in Oraksh, from noble and humble parents, began his service as a simple soldier, and with his merits reached the highest rank in Impersch. Shri, everything took on a different look: Imper! It was as if I had been reborn.
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(°) Although G. Baznli says that the eyes are made of marble, he is mistaken. The last fire, when the walls of the building were built, the pillars around it were so dense, and when even the hut at the very foot of it was burnt down, this fire would inevitably turn it into lime; but ova ifla, I just drew it. Thacker took possession of some "Gurok": he set up a hut right next to the pedestal and acquired the right to collect "pennies from curious foreigners." He does not leave his hut; returned the exiles, abolished heavy taxes, and refused to pay the shameful tribute imposed by Attila. When this conqueror began to demand it, Maryuan ordered him to answer like a true Roman: “We have a lot of gold, but “it is kept for friends, and for enemies we have iron!” This great man was preparing to go to Aerika, against the false emperor who had rebelled there, when death befell him and deprived the Empire of a great, respected Sovereign.
Returning home, I found a note from Serg. Ivan. Bogdanov. He, informing me that the next day, Friday, the Sultan would attend prayers in the Ramiz-Chiflik mosque, suggested that he follow me to go there to VietB and see the Sultan. At about ten o'clock in the morning, the next day, we set off by hiring a boat. Turetsyu Kavaz and my hired servant were also with me. Arriving at the mosque itself, we learned that the Emperor had sent his adjutant to tell him not to wait for him, and that he would not come. This failure left us perplexed. Where should we go? The morning was beautiful; returning home is far away, the whole day will be lost. While we were talking about this, some military Turk, very distinguished and blond, came up to me and asked in a very clear and correct German language, if I wanted to see the Sultan? That’s exactly how I answered him, but unfortunately I hear that His Majesty will not be here. —- So stay in KTat-Gan. — Mib said that they won’t get anyone into this palace. - Tell Chkim Pasha to tell you about yourself: he will report to the Sultan about you and you will be admitted for sure.
This seemed rather strange to me: why on earth would I go to Akim-Pashf, who had probably never heard of me? And why would he go with a report about the foreigner to the Emperor? If I have some right to do this, then why don’t I address my Messenger? Probably, my refusal will give other foreigners a chance, very rightly, to laugh at me, and all this will be very unpleasant for Apollinary Petrovich Butenev. He is like that) to Life-Medic. received me favorably, but Yani didn’t notify him or ask him about anything. Sergiy Ivanovich, with whom I began to work together, was completely my myth, and said it was a myth, that this renegade? This is not his dBlo, and he would never dare to go to the Sultan with this. And so we left the advice of the Turkish Nfmts without attention, and decided to take a walk along the river KtatGana. Its banks are picturesque. 'There was a cavalry here - there was a camp, and a beautiful pavilion, where not long ago the Sultan gave a holiday; Not long ago there was a magnificent illumination. We, without any specific purpose, swam up the river, admired its surroundings and chatted pleasantly. Suddenly an argument began between our cavaz and the sentry standing on the shore. G. Bogdanov, who listened to their argument, told me that the sentry was shouting that the boat should not sail further, and that it was not good to let it get so close to the palace.