Now, by the way, it seems to me to describe the person of the Sultan, and the costume in which I saw him.
Mahmud is of average height, broad-shouldered and rather slender; his face is dark, but expressive; his eyes are penetrating, but there is something stern and even menacing in his gaze; the eyebrows are black, almost like a wheel, the nose is aquiline, but proportional; mouth is small. When he wants to show favor, he responds to bows with a gentle glance and even a smile, but he never nods his head. His tall fez, with a huge silk tassel, is pulled down to his eyebrows, which gives his face a certain gloominess. He wears his beard fairly short; it is completely black; it could easily turn out that he will paint it. They say that he is of very healthy build, never undergoes treatment, and Akim Pasha (Life Medic) his furniture is not at all necessary, but only a luxury or a whim of etiquette.
Mntf said that the Sultan is still more beautiful on a horse, Fzdit is now on a European horse, and boldly, freely gallops in front of the Front, on a hot Arabian stallion; but I didn’t see this. Mahmud dresses with great taste, and he might like Turkey's new suit. Only Galil Pasha, and even since he visited St. Petersburg, can equal him in panache. On the day when I saw the Sultan, he was wearing a caftan (Cossack family) of cloth sishy; The Frenchman's boots (Boe35 a Gespueke), well-made, with gold heels, on regular and well-proportioned feet, shod him very beautifully. He always orders Spurs from the Franchise. A short cloak was thrown over the Cossack, fastened on the chest with a diamond clasp; There were gloves on my hands. `All this made up a suit quite beautiful to the eye; but it’s hard to say whether this new introduction of a tight dress will hold up?
The people generally do not love him, the Ulema and the old people disdain him, but now they obey Mahmud.
Constantly mentioning the Klat-Gan Palace, but with the same name by which I reached it, I must here explain exactly where it is located and why it is called that.
In ancient times the Byzantine pier was called Chrysokeras (Golden Horn). This name is derived by cisateli in different ways. I don’t need to look for it, and it would be difficult to say for sure where it comes from; I only know that three capes appear at the entrance to the pier: Seralsky (1), Egri-Kapuisky, in Galatf (2), and Skutarsheyuy, on the Asian side (3). I don’t think you can find so many different fish in any marina in St. Petersburg. Here they are a gathering from two seas, from the Pontus Euxine, or Black Sea, and from the Mediterranean. (2) Metopos.
(5) Lamalis. loto horns may come from this. Two small rivers flow into the pier: the ancient name of one of them was Barvises; it is now completely unknown: the Turks call it Auat-Gane and the Greeks Kartarikos, which in both languages means paper mills, which actually were here. Another, small river flows into this river, called by the ancients Hydrolis, now Kamar, or Kimar: from it Emperor Andronicus, through aqueducts, brought water to Constantinople itself. Sing another r5chka Kidaris, which is now called Makhlena. She is longer than Agat-Hans, but she is already. Almost at the very center of these districts is the Sultansu Palace, in which I saw Mahmud. These buildings are called the Palace of Fresh Waters (1ez eaih 4oisez), but because they stand not on the pier itself, where the water is salty, but at the rivers, where the water is fresh.
From K1lat-Gan I still have the opportunity to travel through Constantinople to capture the soldiers who are to be kept in Uslan-Gan; it was formerly the Church of the Goanna the Theologian, built under Tsar Irakli. “The Gurkhas turned it into a zvfrinets. I found here several lions, leopards, many wolves and lisp; but it is kept in a large uncleanness”; the partitions are wooden, rotten, and in the zv5rintsf it is so dark that the watchman, who shows the animals, holds a torch in his hands, although heaps of straw and all sorts of rubbish lie around and can instantly flare up. But, apparently, fate has already determined that everything for the Turks will be in disarray.
The next day, I went to Buyuk-Dere to dine with our Envoy, and tell him everything that happened to me at the Sultan. The envoy visited Reis Efenda that same day and learned from him that some Rusmi had been admitted to the palace. He told me at the same time that Reyezendi had been dismissed. I spent my time with Appollinari Petrovich, as usual, very pleasantly, and returned to Constantinople quite late.