I doused myself with sea water every day, and for the first time I was very surprised when I saw sparks splashing from me: this is the effect of Phosphorus, which the sea water here is saturated with. One thing was hard: during the day there was an unbearable heat, and in the evening and at night there were mosquitoes, called zanzars here. They are incomparably evil than ours, and... Their sting leaves behind swelling and scabies. From the windows and from my balcony I saw only the fortress and a large road in the distance; A number of English sentries were posted at the battlegrounds and formed figures around the quarantine pier. On Sundays they opened the gate at the top of one bastlon and rang the bell; then worshipers flocked to the gates from the quarantine ships; The friend on the embankment itself (from which, just like on my balcony, I could see through this gate) knelt down. There was a church there, and the priest served mass, which all quarantine residents could, if not hear, from the distance and the heights of the bastion, then at least see, and at the same time pray.
In the middle of the Marsamukhet pier there is an island, and on it is a small fortress called Manuil: it serves as protection for the pier. At the entrance to it there is a hill called “Cape Dragut”, named after that glorious Turkish corsair, known among the Turks under the name Torgout, who during the siege of Malta, in 4565, built a battery here and killed it with a piece of stone, smashed by a cannonball from the fortress.
After being kept in quarantine for 20 days, we were released. The Rose Consul, Mr. TagliaFeri, himself came after us, and with all the politeness and courtesy that was characteristic of him, he proposed. We have our own home and services. We sincerely thanked him, but did not want to disturb him, but asked only to show us the best hotel. The consul, at his house, introduced me to his wife, a very nice lady. Having drunk a goat with them, I went to the English tavern of Morel, opposite the consular house, on the same street. My rooms were calmly located and beautifully decorated. Mr. Furman stopped in the same building. A quarter of an hour later, as I was waiting, music began to thunder under my windows, and the servant said that it was congratulations on your birthday. So they welcome those who come to the tavern, and, according to Bethea, they take tribute from them. This potfha cost me five rubles.
Planning to stay in Malta for some time, I went to visit, first, the city leaders. Although the Governor-General, Lord Ponsonby, was not in Malet at that time (he was in London), Admiral Briggs, the commandant of the fortress, and the other officials with whom I was, received me very politely. The next day they gave the myth visits, and began to invite one by one. Maltese has many objects worthy of curiosity. I will begin to describe them, in order, as I visited and examined them. I will not tell the history of this island: it is too familiar; Moreover, despite the glorious siege and brave defense of Malta by Grand Master Lavalette in 1565, there were no particularly interesting events on the island itself.
As far as we know, the Finiyuts were the first to settle on the island of Maltf; then the Caroagenians, Romans, Arabs. When, together with the Kingdom of Naples, the island came into the possession of Emperor Charles W., this sovereign gave it, in 4530, to the knights, or cavaliers of St. Thomas of Terusalim, later called the Maltese cavaliers. Napoleon conquered Malta by sailing to Egypt; finally it went, reg ab its place, to its current owners, the English.
The traveler will happily discover here the regular streets, good sidewalks, always kept in great cleanliness, and the beauty of the stone, almost monotonous houses, decorated with terraces and balconies, where the ladies here spend most of their time. In the library building, thanks to its learned director, Abbot Belanti, I found many rare and little known manuscripts relating to the history of the Order of the Knights of St. Tonn. There are also: Walton's Bible rouyo1oya, a Finnish gravestone vase, which may be the only one of its kind, and with it a lachrymator (tear-reducer). More than once while visiting the library, I often met there the Spanish General Campana, quite famous in the frequent revolutions of Spain. But I saw in him only a man with extensive knowledge, and a very kind old man.