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

Having finished my walk around Brusse, I returned to visit Akhmet Pasha. He was expecting me; Although. It was not yet three o'clock. I will not repeat the story about all the ceremonies before the obd, after the obd and after the obd. All this happened. almost the same as Seraskir Khozrev’s: only there was no champagne wine. When the food was cleared away and the pipes were handed to us, we were left alone, with the interpreters, and talked very pleasantly for two hours. Akhmet is kind; he reads a lot, loves political science, and is even involved in farming and private farming. He asked me in detail about peasant life in Russia, about sheep farming, about sugar beet factories, about means of fertilizing the land, listened attentively to my comments, and told me that he had read Dombasle, which was translated for him into Turkish in Paris. Finally, he asked what I thought about Malaya Azsh, and about Pashalyk, in which. now I am.—I realized that nature, it seems to me, has exhausted all its gifts on this fertile land, and that I have enjoyed the satisfaction of the villagers around Brussa; that the rais even bless the ego management. He modestly rejected my compliment, saying that he governs this region. very recently; but that both of his predecessors were respectable people, inclined towards goodness and completely unselfish. Akhmet also told me that he ordered a herd of merino sheep from Odessa and wants to breed them here. I praised him namphrenically and added that nowhere have I seen forests so convenient for sheep breeding as the Arganeon Mountains and the Mikomidi region. Akhmet was very happy with my deputy, but said that near Angora there was still room for this. We parted on friendly terms, and it seemed we were happy with each other. He asked me to come with him for the evening, and I agreed to fulfill his wishes.