Having said goodbye to all my acquaintances, and to our Consul Mr. TagliaFeri and his family, who throughout my stay here treated me in every possible way and provided me with friendly services, I boarded the ship on July 48, at 40 o’clock in the morning. I found my comrades on the ship °) Nelennolitansya dukat cost plt rubles asepgnatzhi on your coin. our different people. Milady Wolf, with her young son, an Englishwoman, was from the famous Walpole Family. Out of passion, she married the baptized Jew Volkh, who was a missloner, or preacher, among the wild peoples of Africa, and at that time was in Abyssinshi. He didn’t know any of the local Narai, and when I asked his wife how he preached and taught, she answered me very seriously: “That’s the miracle! Also find out that he doesn’t stop anywhere for 24 hours! It’s enough to hear the word of God once: its power is true!” There was nothing to say to this, and I fell silent; but it seems she didn’t like my question. Among the monk's companions were three more Englishmen: Mr. /tkins, who came from Eastern India through Alexandria; the other, Mr. Levis, from Terusalim, went through Bayrut, and the third, Dixon, straight from Malta, to his father in Naples: he was a doctor of medicine. Web three of them were educated and kind young people with whom I was. then he traveled to Naples many times and with pleasure. With us were also: Mr. Cicalesi, Cheapolitan, one of the directors of the Royal Bank of Commerce in Naples, and finally the old and rich Greek of Constantinople, who was taking his daughter, who had gone crazy, to solid ground. This unfortunate young woman sat on the decks of the ship all day long, quite quietly, and incessantly, like a cat, some little girl purred to herself; Then she screamed all night long in a wild voice: it was both pitiful and restless for us.
That same day, at 5 o’clock, the shores of Sicily appeared; At 7 o'clock the cape of Pesara and its bashi with a lighthouse appeared. Etna was visible in the distance. The next day, at 5 o’clock in the morning, we swam at the foot of this giant: at the top of its mouth we could see the reality. smoke. The picture is majestic, true 277050, as the Italians say! here we entered the Strait of Messina. I couldn’t stop looking at the views, both on the right side, in Calabres, and on the front, in Sicia. Everything reminded me of the Boshor of Oraki, with the difference that the Gulf of Messina is almost everywhere wider than the Bosphorus, and that’s why the objects in it seem more distant. However, IN OTHER places we swam almost right next to the shore, so that we could see the physiognomy of people looking at us from the ground. The views of Calabria are majestic and austere: everywhere there are mountains, rocks covered with beautiful greenery; Along the streets one can see villages and castles with towers, reminiscent of feudal times, or novels with robbers, such as Rinaldo Frinaldini. The Sicilian coast is a real drama: there Etna rules everything; the surroundings of Syracuse, with aloe and cactus plants, Taormina, with huge remains of ancient buildings, and finally Catana, with black lava piles, present various, divine pictures! The strait is always filled with many fishing boats engaged in catching Glabrada (sword) fish: this is the main industry of the local coastal inhabitants.
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