We sailed along the Attic coast, and they seemed wild and bare to me. But the picture of the setting sun on the sea is magnificent. Soon it was replaced by another picture of its own. no less lovely: this is the ascent of a magnifying glass shining in the middle of the azure sky. We quietly moved forward, with a light breeze, constantly in sight of the shores, and it seemed to me that we were all floating along a wide river. By the morning, at the very beginning of Bashkortostan, we reached the island of Aegina. and entered the bay. Here we saw Pangelenon, a mountain covered with a mountain, and on its top there was a temple. The distance from us was no more than one hour of ordinary walking; and I went ashore to look around here. The temple was once dedicated to Jupiter-Pangelengum. The road to it, on a steep rocky mountain, goes among fragrant mastic, cedar and pine trees. But in other places the land is completely bare. I climbed to the top of the mountain and was generously rewarded for my labor. The view from the mountain is charming: from there you can clearly see the shores of Attica and the Peloponnese; further mountains open up inside the lands; the sea, then shining with the sun's rays, is strewn with islands, most of which are near the shore of solid land. The Aein citadel seemed so close; but, alas! I was not destined to fit in it. Even the olive groves near Aein were visible. The temple of Jupiter Pangelenton was built in the deepest antiquity, as they said anciently, by Ezakos, the son of Aegina, the daughter of Jupiter and Asopes. Hellas terpfla terrible b®children from drought 'during the time of Aeacus. The fabulous story adds that they finally decided to ask the oracle of Delphi, and Pia replied that Aeacus alone could appease Jupiter. He brought sacrifices to the altar5 of Jupiter Pangelen! - she, and immediately heavy rains fell.
This famous temple of the Doric Order. It can be seen that there were six columns on the front fasb: two of them remained in the pronaosph, and sixteen in the outer part; There are still three intact in the inner one. The entire cornice fell down, except for the one belonging to the architrave. The worn-out stone of the temple has taken on a brownish color and is broken in many places. This also shows the great antiquity of the building. The columns were drilled to allow metal connections to be inserted into them; This did some damage to some people; but their various parts are so well united that many of the columns seem to be monoliths. I rummaged around near the portico, and although I found a piece of bas-relief, it was broken, so I couldn’t find out anything from it. Some remains show that the temple was surrounded by a fence. I looked at these ruins for a long time; memorable for their antiquity. I don’t even know if there are any remains of buildings as ancient as these? They were preserved, of course, only because they are on high mountains, and are distant from the sea and from any communication with the nearest villages. Leaving this storm, I hurried to get into the boat, fearing to miss the favorable wind, which always begins to blow around the evening on this month. I wanted to go to ancient Aegina early. Indeed, the next day, we dropped anchor early in its pier, next to a Greek ship. Ancient inhabitants of Aegina, like the ancient Idraotes, became sailors out of necessity: the poverty of the island forced them to need the very first necessities of life, and they resorted to exchange trade. Then, despite the barrenness of her land, Aegina became a rival of her fellow Aein. I saw almost a desert here: there are a few fig trees on the island, a corner covered with wheat, and instead of the temples described by Pavzash, there are up to 13 destroyed churches, very unimportant. Not far from the sea I captured the double columns of the Doric Order. Didn't he belong to the Temple of Venus? because the theater, which is mentioned by travelers as a building worthy of a primfchash and similar to Epidavreki, was not here, but in a wicked pier, although not far away. You can still see the remains of walls, a pier, and an arsenal, covering a large area. At the entrance to the port, on the left hand, there is a chapel in the name of St. Nicholas the Wonderworker, and directly opposite it is a quadrangular tower built by the Reveshians during their war with the Turks in 4693. I honored this with an inscription that I could barely make out: it is so high from the ground. Here you go:
r. 0 OLNMOkh. EWAMS! 00(5 UEMET. O. S. S. UZO MOSEMGSO S. HSSH.