Rarely does a house have marble fragments of columns, or slabs with tops embedded in the walls. I believe that these remains were most often brought here from Alexander Troy. Tenedos can be called the key of Constantinople. owning it, it is possible to keep Constantinople in a complete blockade, and it is much easier that the strait between the Azlite coast and the island is nothing more than an extensive roadstead, etc. The fleet can stand at anchor at any time and stop all ships sailing to the Dardanelles. But the Turks, it seems, do not understand this, and do not think about preserving such an important point for them.
The wine of Tenedos is famous, and the muscat is not inferior to that of Samos; it is the only branch of local trade.
It seems that nothing can compare with the charm of the evenings in this climate! The sky then shines with all the colors of the setting sun, and the rays, spreading across the horizon, seem to bring closer and place before us the distant peaks of the European mountains. I clearly saw the conical peak of Mount Athos, in a direction 55 degrees from north to west: its peak is so high that those living on it see the sunrise three hours earlier than the inhabitants of the seashore. In June, the shadow of this mountain extends even to the Agora, or the market square of the city of Myrina, on the island of Lemnos, which is more than 450 versts to the east.
Near Tenedos itself, part of the Russian lot, under the command of Vice Admiral Senyavin, won a victory over the Turkish Fleet: in this battle the brave commander of ours, the famous strongman Lukpn, was killed by a cannonball. We weighed anchor early in the morning, almost at night. The breeze blew the lightest; we were able to sail with light sails, and soon rounded Cape Baba, in ancient times Lectos. It is nothing more than the tip of the Idai Mountains. The ship took the direction to the right, moving away from the Aztyatskag coast and the Adramitsky Bay. Around evening Mytilene became visible; the wind died down again, and we were lost, but by nightfall, near the very shore, which was to our left, there was complete calm. I sent me to the island, and thanks to the calm wind, I stayed there for a whole day. In such a short time I could not take in everything: everything I knew and saw. This joke is wonderful. It has many mountains, groves, and flowing waters. Orange, lemon, mulberry and all kinds of fruit trees grow on it in abundance. Vineyards are visible from all elevations. With the exception of Malaya AzSho, I have never seen anything more beautiful! The city of Mytilene can still be recognized from the descriptions left to us by the ancients. Strabo writes: “There are two piers in Matileni; the midday one is impregnable for triremes, “but can freely accommodate 50 small ships; the northern one is vast and deep; it is closed by an embankment. In front of the piers there is an island “on which part of the city is built” - Longus writes almost the same. The present city of Mytilene was built on the ruins of the ancient one. Around it you can still see many beautiful remains of its ancient greatness. The pier is now very bad, but there are other piers on the island, somehow on the western end of its Sngri, and not far from Mytilene, behind, Oliviera; This one is most visited by ships, and almost all of the island's trade is carried out in it, although the entrance to it is narrow and long; but she is safe and calm.