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Ancient Byzantium, fourteen parts of the city, Pera, dervishes and plague

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(^^) This sight can be seen every week, on secondaries and on Fridays. “Everyone is allowed there quite freely, no matter what branch of the Russian Federation he belongs to. sane, because it is completely wrong. The “architectural” texture of the hall represents a polygon under a “pointed roof; Several columns and “a row of railings separate the spectators from the middle,” or that mfeta, where the ritual is performed. Above the doors, in the choir, there is an orchestra, “composed of several oriental flutes,” and kettledrums, and a choir of singing dervishes. Huge Arabic inscriptions from the Koran adorn the wall on the eastern side. “A green pillow for the abbot of the order, and a number of mats for the brothers - that’s all the interior decoration. The middle of the hall, left for whirling, is polished like glass. The abbot, a small old man, in a green mantsha and a huge dervish kaltsak, sat motionless on a cushion5 in the eastern side of the hall, turning to the audience. Three dervishes stood on either side of him, with their hands folded, their gaze downcast and without changing the calm expression on their faces. Then thirteen dervishes entered in the ceremonial dress of the order: in narrow cloth dolmans reaching to the ground, with wide drapery, tied with a belt around the field. They stood in the middle of the circle, equally spaced from one another. The stillness of their downcast eyes, the painful paleness of their faces, their high caps, and their fantastically cut clothes gave them an inexpressible mystery. Some had long beards, while others, very young, had no beards. The choir sang, vmbetv with music, its Chya Idllage il Malakh; then the abbot said a prayer in a drawn-out voice, at which all the dervishes stood on their kolfni. From time to time they bowed to the ground and made a dull sound in agreement - Gu! (he seemed to come out of his chest. A deep silence reigned for several minutes. The choir began a drawn-out and quiet song, accompanied by barely audible sighs of the instruments. The dervishes, behind their abbot, walked with graceful steps in front of a green pillow, on which some name sacred to them was embroidered, stopped, bowed to the ground, and began their lace on the heels, at first slowly and with folded hands on the chest. The music gradually became louder, the choir uttered exclamations in the glory of Allah, and the dervishes became more ecstatic. They raised their hands, raised their eyes to the sky; The exclamations of the choir finally merged into a deafening roar; it seemed that everything in Tekka was shaking; but in the midst of the greatest turmoil, a sign given invisibly instantly stopped both the music and the dervishes. They found themselves at the same distance from each other as they had been at the beginning of the performance, again motionless and pale as the dead. After a short rest, the dervishes began to whirl in the same manner, only faster. and duration; the music made sounds of extreme sounds, and intensified to the wildest and ear-splitting tones; The five dervishes turned into towering ones, trembling and exclaiming, and thus up to three times, and all the same. Their eyes were lowered and almost closed, sweat poured from them like hail, the wildness of their faces was shadowed by yellow and blue tints; but when they stopped, not the slightest movement of fatigue changed their deep humility; Even my breathing did not become strong and my chest did not rise.

It is impossible to imagine what effect all this will have on the audience! The wild harmony took such possession of me that I felt as if under the spell of magical power. Suddenly everything stopped, became dead—as if with the last crack of the orchestra the spring of a huge machine had burst! I involuntarily shuddered when, amid this storm, which was gradually increasing, there was suddenly a deep silence, and everything seemed to turn to stone.

This is what Mevlevi worship consists of. This order of dervishes bolfe webh others is respected in Turshi, and to their credit it must be said that they generally lead a quiet life. There is a rumor that they are quite fond of a drink that is prohibited to them (wine); Now they turn a blind eye to it, and there is no big mess.