Asia Minor: Farewell to Constantinople, Brussa, ascent to Olympus and Troy

I was extremely tired, and very disappointed when I came down from the mountains and stopped to have lunch at the foot of them, with my guides. They looked at everything in cold blood and did not understand me. The names of Ida, Gargar, Troy and Omir himself were alien to them. They were much more interested in my double-barreled gun, dagger and pistols. We left, and I slowly began my return journey to the ship, where I arrived safely quite late in the evening. I lay down in the cabin to rest, and again began to think about Trof. The mounds of Hector and Achilles were no longer in front of me; Ida, Gargar and Simois with Scamander did not come to my mind; Omir and Chevalier lay humbly in their suitcase. But I imagined this siege and these battles. It cannot be assumed that there was no truth in the entire event of the Trojan War. The Greeks did not yet have the slightest understanding of fortifications and means of taking cities. They did not even besiege the city or take away its messages. They simply went ashore, camped near the ships, dug in, and brought food to the shores of the country, because they needed to feed; they burned, robbed, stood for ten years near Groya, and would never have taken it, had they not accidentally managed to deceive the vigilance of the guards. The Trojans, who had not gone far from them in enlightenment, set up the same camp against the Greeks near the walls of their capital, and through the defiles of the Idai Mountains they always remained in contact with the other peoples of Lesser Azsh, receiving from them all the necessary supplies and even auxiliary troops. They went out into a vast valley to fight the Greeks; but what were they struck down by? Fist fight wall to wall. The Palalniki were better armed than the ordinary soldiers, and this is where the fellows stood out. Today the Greeks drove out the Trojans, tomorrow the Trojans drove out the Greeks; At night they went to their camps, and then the potfha began again. You admit that such a war, such a siege, could last for entire centuries, and pass from fathers to children; but we knew as little about the heroes who fought in these battles as we did about our glorious fist fighters Treschalf, BotovB and Kanashk. Omir, songless, half-fabulous, heard Troy, its battles, its heroes, glorified the Greek fighters, and the names of Agamemnon, Ulysses, Ajax, Dlomid and Achilles were immortalized. They began to look for their monuments, they began to repeat their names, and the unknown Varangian, the son of his enfgs, came to look at Troy and enjoy the memories of Omir. Such is the fascination of poetry.