Having hired two armed guides, I set off on horseback to Argos. At first we continually climbed the mountain, then we began to descend into the Argos Valley. I was impatiently awaiting the appearance of the famous city of Juno, and indeed, I saw something great and huge in front of me; but upon approaching, I was completely disappointed. The hill, on the slope of which the built cities are scattered, the surrounding rocks, the Lernaya Mountain, the bay - all this in the distance constituted something majestic. When we approached the new town, I involuntarily cried out: “So here is Argos! here is this magnificent city, glorified and resplendent with all the ports of antiquity! His name should rightfully reach later posterity. GDB are its temples? Where did the marbles go, depicting heroes whose names are still alive? Gdv is the palace of the king of kings, Agamemnon? What about the theater? where is the stage, where are the Nemean games? GdB, finally, the Pyrrhic tomb?...” It would be in vain to look for these monuments in poor Torodishk, today’s Argos, which has retained only its name. But even now there are still some remnants of his former greatness. At its current size, the city occupies about five miles. Its location, inside the bay, is beautiful: on one side the KinurSheyuya and Arkadeka mountains, and on the other the Epidavreyuya and Trezen Heights present a majestic picture. The city seems vast because its irregular streets and houses, separated by gardens and vacant lots, occupy a large space. The water of its springs and wells is cleaner and healthier than all others in Morev; it flows from the half-mountain, GDV is located in the city. By noon, the wall was still visible, possibly belonging to an ancient fortress. Who knows, it was not from her that the old woman threw the tiles that put an end to Pyrrhus’s enormous plans? Near this place there is a Ukrainian castle, a kind of castle, in the second I saw cannons. Finally, on the nearby rocks I found several broken bas-reliefs and half-destroyed inscriptions. At the old bazaar, which is quite crowded, you can also see a few fragments of ancient columns. Pavzan writes that in his time there was still a statue of Jupiter in Argos, the same one at the foot of which the son of Achilles was stabbed to death by Rama, in his own palace, and which Stennel later took from Troy.
In the Middle Ages, Argos became the property of some Fveneshian widow; she sold it to her Republic for two hundred chervonets annual income, and five hundred chervonets a one-time payment. Atamemnon's capital! O vanity of vanities!
The ancient Ivnakh, the father of Ty, so famous for Juno’s jealousy of her, flows into the sea on the western side of the hill where it was built on 9 Eirin. Its waters are clean and transparent, but in summer the river almost dries up, despite the fact that many rivers and springs flow into it, and that it flows for a long time among dense forests. NynB in Argosthos counts up to ten thousand inhabitants; They are almost entirely involved in cartage and horse trading. I spent so little time here that I could not engage in any search for antiquities, but I am confident that a free person with sufficient knowledge could usefully give something away, especially if he turned his attention to Nemeth, near which there are still other untouched mounds, and in the area there are curious caves; Fragments of bas-reliefs are often found there. Now is the most opportune time for such searches: no one is stopping you, and the Bavarians themselves are beginning to do this. The view from Argos is beautiful. Here in front of you is the entire bay, up to the Island of La Spezia (ancient Tiparena); on the other side is a rich valley covered with olive trees. Nauplos, Lerna, and the entire seashore to Epidaurus of Limer (now Monemvazl) are clearly visible. To the west are arable lands, vineyards, to the east are Mycenae and Korineskla mountains, looming in the perspective. As from Argos to Mycenae with a short distance of miles, it would be unforgivable for me not to look into this ancient capital. I hired a horse and went there with a guide. It was necessary to cross Planitsa (ŠMnakh), on a very thin bridge. Then I drove along the front bank of the river, among cultivated fields, drove into the forest and soon reached the village of Svyat. Georgie (this is ancient Nemea). Its noble inhabitants eat Sarachin millet. Here I found the remains of an ancient temple, and a gate, above which the Nemean Lion was still visible. This is the same gate that Pavzani described. I don’t understand how it could have been established here, even though it was already a ruin.