That was my thought as I looked at the sacred pigeons

That was my thought as I regarded on the sacred pigeons, circling in joyful freedom over the gardenwhere Bajazet slumbers beneath his catafalque, flut-tering around the cupolas of their mosque, and be-neath the gray-pink-and-white arcade, with its dull-green and plum-colored columns, or crowding collectively upon the skinny branches of their plane-tree. A pure wind blew by the court docket and concerning the marble fountain. The music made by the iridescent wings of the birds by no means ceased, and their perpetual cooing was just like the candy voice of content material. The sunshine streamed over the pavement and penetrated beneath the arches, making the coral beads of a rosary glow and its gold beads glitter, giving to the amber liquid carried on a tray by a boy to a barber beneath his awning a vivacity virtually of flame. Beside me a lover was dictating a letter to a scribe, who squatted earlier than his desk, on which had been organized a bright- blue inkstand and cup, a pile of white paper, and a stand with purple pens and blue pencils. Farther on, males had been being shaved, and had been ingesting espresso as they lounged upon bright-yellow sofas. Close to me a really previous Turk, with fanatical, half-shut eyes, was sitting on the bottom and gazing on the pink ft of the pigeons as they tripped over the pavement, upon which a pilgrim to the mosque had simply flung some grain.

Mechanically lingered his rosary

As he gazed, he mechanically lingered his rosary, swiftly shifting the beads on and on, beads after beads, at all times two at a time. Some incense smoldered in a three-legged brazier, giving out its peculiar and drowsy scent. On the opposite aspect of the court docket a fruit-seller slept by a pile of yellow melons. The grain thrown by the pilgrim was all eaten now, and for a second the sunshine was dimmed by the cloud of rising and dispersing birds, grey and inexperienced, with smooth gleams like jewels entangled of their plumage. Some flew far to the tall white-and-gray minaret of their mosque, others settled on the cupola above the fountain. A number of, venturous truants, dis-appeared within the path of the seraskierat wall, not far off. The better quantity returned to their plane- tree on the suitable of the lover and the scribe. And because the lover recommended, and the scribe wrote from proper to left, the pigeons puffed out their breasts and cooed, calling different pilgrims to keep in mind that even the sacred have their carnal appetites, and to honor the poor widow’s reminiscence earlier than going as much as the mosque to hope.

 

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Room of a photographer’s shop

Someday I used to be within the higher room of a photographer’s store when two Turkish ladies got here in and eliminated their veils, standing with their backs to the English infidel. One was clearly a lot youthful than the opposite, and appeared to have a fantastic determine. I used to be gazing at it, maybe quite steadily, when, evidently conscious of my look, she turned slowly and intentionally spherical. For 2 or three minutes she confronted me, trying to proper and left of me, above me, even on the ground close to my toes, along with her giant and exquisite blue-gray eyes. She was pretty. Younger, maybe eighteen, she was barely painted, and her eyebrows and lengthy curling lashes had been blackened. Her options had been good, her complexion was easy and good, and her expression was actually lovely. It appeared to say to me quietly:

It’s silly ever to hide such a face

“Sure, you’re proper. It’s silly ever to hide such a face as this with a veil when actually there may be not an excessive amount of magnificence on this planet. Mais que voulez- vous? Les Turcs!” And the little hanum certainly moved her skinny shoulders contemptuously. However her aged companion pulled at her gown, and slowly she moved away. As the 2 ladies left the room, the photographer, a Greek, sorted them, smiling. Then he turned to me, unfold out his skinny palms, and stated, with a shrug, “Encore des desen- chantees!”

I considered the disenchanted at some point as I sat among the many letter-writers within the giant and roughly paved court docket of the “Pigeon’s Mosque,” or Mosque of Ba jazet II. For hours I had been wandering on foot by means of the higher quarters of outdated Stamboul, and I couldn’t launch my thoughts from the uninteresting strain of its affect. All these picket homes, silent, ap-parently deserted, shuttered—streets and streets of them, myriads of them! Every now and then above the carved wooden of a lattice I had seen a striped curtain, low cost, dusty, hanging, I guessed, above an inexpensive and dusty divan. The doorways of the homes had been giant and strong, like jail doorways. Earlier than one, as I slowly handed by, I had seen an outdated Turk in a protracted quilted coat of inexperienced, with an enormous key in his hand, about to enter. He glanced to proper and left, then thrust the important thing into the door. I had felt inclined to cease and say to him:

“That home has been deserted for years. Each one has migrated way back from this quarter of Stamboul. In the event you keep right here, you can be fairly alone.” However the outdated Turk knew very properly that each one the homes had been full of individuals, of imprisoned ladies. What a destiny to be one of many prisoners!

 

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Petrika and Totana

At each visits I had related to the household of Petrika and Totana, his third spouse, whom he had married about six months earlier than. Petrika was a sedate man no less than fifty years previous, with a moustache however no beard, and a protracted, straight, although considerably fleshy nostril. He had had youngsters by his two earlier wives, and 4 of them have been within the camp :Stano, along with his spouse Tudora and boy Kirtsho; Turi, along with his

spouse and baby; Kira, then not too long ago married to Bistem, who was a refined-looking youth of seventeen, son of Totana by her late husband Ilia; and an single lady, Bada. To mark their Christianity the lads wore sheepskin Jcalpaks as an alternative of fezes and turbans, however their garments have been in any other case comparable, with some minor variations of braiding, to my disguise, although Turi’szabuna was fabricated from darkish crimson velvet, and his jacket (thalik) had a fur lining. Turi was a sturdy younger fellow of a pleasing if unenergetic temperament, and never good-looking. He had a reasonably however shy little lady, Busa, the one one in all his 4 youngsters who had lived, and his spouse Gina was a really darkish girl, good-looking and industrious. The higher a part of the family work fell to her share. Suitably dressed she would have been lovely, however, owing to her husband’s poverty, she had unbecoming garments; a heavy darkish woollenshawl.for example, over her head as an alternative of a homosexual kerchief, and he or she went with out sneakers or stockings. She was, furthermore, remarkably silent: I don’t assume we exchanged six sentences in the course of the week I spent along with her individuals; and he or she was virtually equally reserved in the direction of her husband’s mother and father.

She didn’t smoke within the presence of her father- in-law ; however when he was away, or so occupied as to be unlikely to note, she would take a cigarette from me, unroll it, borrow her mother- in-law’s little pipe, and luxuriate in a whiff.

In contrast to Persians and Arabs, who’re happy with their family tree, the Gypsies resemble the Turks, who thus specific their religion within the equality of all courses of Ottomans, and the democratic Bulgarians, in having no surnames. As some compensation every Gypsy boasts two private names of his personal, one for house and the opposite for official use. Petrika was identified to the police and different abnormal individuals as Gyorgi, Totaua as Kostandina, Turi as Todor, and Bistem as Tanasi. When it’s essential to outline an individual extra precisely, the identify of his or her father is added within the genitive case, as, for instance, Turi (son) of Petrika, and Totana (daughter) of Shudrila.

 

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Marble tombs sheltered by weary trees

You cross by some marble tombs sheltered by weary timber, below the enormous shadow of a mosque, and some steps farther on you look by means of an arched doorway and see on the marble ground of a dimly lighted corridor half-naked males, with tufts of black hair drooping from partly shaved heads and striped towels girt spherical their loins, going softly back and forth, or bending a few fountain from which water gushes with a silvery noise. This can be a Turkish tub. All through Stamboul there are bath-houses with little cupolas on their roofs, and all through Stamboul there are tombs; however the uneasy and watchful crowds throng the quarters close to the waterside and the nice bazaars and the areas earlier than the principal mosques. They aren’t unfold all through town. Many elements of Stamboul are because the waste locations of the earth, deserted by males.

By night time they’re silent and black; by day they appear to be the methods of an ideal picket village from which the inhabitants have fled. Of their open areas, patches of waste floor, maybe a number of goats try to browse amongst garbage and stones, a number of little kids are loitering, two or three silent males could also be sitting below a vine by a shed, which is a Turkish cafe. There is no such thing as a sound of steps or of voices. One has no feeling of being in an ideal metropolis, of being in a metropolis in any respect. Little there’s of romance, little of that mysterious and beautiful melancholy which imaginative writers have described. Dullness and shabbiness brood over every thing. But an infinite inhabitants lives within the apparently empty homes. Girls are watching from the home windows behind the grilles. Life is fermenting within the midst of the mud, the discomfort, the virtually ghastly silence.

The nice bazaar of Stamboul

The nice bazaar of Stamboul is a metropolis inside a metropolis. As you stand earlier than its entrance you consider a fortress stuffed with immured treasures. And there are treasures of value below the heavy arches, within the lengthy roofed-over lanes. The bazaars of Tunis appear minute, of Damascus ephemeral, of Cairo dressed up, of Jerusalem crushed collectively and stifling, when put next with the huge bazaars of Stamboul, which have a solidity, a massiveness, unshared by their rivals. I noticed there many low cost items reminiscent of I’ve seen on sure cubicles within the East Finish of London, however they had been surrounded with a sure pomp and dignity, with a curious ambiance of age. Some elements of the bazaars are slim.

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THE COMB-MAKERS

Wonderful weatherproof tents

They’d good sturdy carts and glorious weatherproof tents. Their carts (tcdigas) are gaily painted troughs, on the back-boards of that are circles containing some naively executed image, a bunch of flowers, or a rearing horse, and at either side are iron steps linked with splash-boards over the 4 wheels. The trough, or physique, rests in a cradle on the 2 axles, however isn’t hooked up to them rigidly, the axles themselves being linked collectively by a central beam, a technique of building which supplies nice flexibility, and allows the automobile, though springless, to journey the worst roads with out catastrophe. The tents are fabricated from goat’s-hair material, arduous, tough, and really thick : they’re costly, for an appropriate piece prices eight napoleons. The fabric is supported partly by the taliga itself, which it covers and protects, and partly by a framework of poles. Of those there are 5, apart from the pole of the taliga, which makes the sixth—two poles morticed to kind the entrance triangde ; the skinny back-post (beli) resting on the bottom, and steadied by insertion by the step of the waggon ; the horizontal ridge-pole (berand) ; and two different horizontal poles, certainly one of them the driving pole of the waggon, which relaxation on the taliga in the back of the tent, and are tied to the entrance poles half-way between their intersection and the bottom. The cart thus stands throughout the tent to which it varieties the again, and the fabric is pegged out via goat’s-hair cords hooked up at common intervals, in order that the sting is about six inches from the earth. Such a tent, in contrast with the dwellings of the Zagundzhis, was a palace.

The tribe had come to Varna as a way to work on the harvest, the place the lads anticipated to earn about two francs a day; however their ostensible technique of livelihood was making combs, a occupation by which they confirmed nice dexterity. They purchased the horns of cattle, reduce them into quick cylinders which they break up longitudinally and flattened by warmth and stress, formed the piece, smoothed it with a rasp and polished it with ashes; then they reduce the tooth with surprising regularity via two hand-saws, one effective, and the opposite coarse, and completed the comb with a little bit crude ornament in double traces by rocking the handle-end of a file throughout the floor of the horn. A person might produce thirty combs a day, however their earnings had been in all probability restricted moderately by the quantity they may promote than by the quantity they may make.

A lot I realized by two visits to their picturesquely located camp close to Indzhe-Kioi, a little bit village about three miles from Varna, and I discovered additionally that their Rumanian Romani, owing to my earlier expertise with an identical dialect, was much more simply intelligible than the dialects fashioned beneath Turkish and Bulgarian affect that I had heard in Osman’s mahala. My beneficial first impression was confirmed on the second go to, when the comb-makers entertained the Vice-Consul and myself with foods and drinks, and gossiped pleasantly, if not with the inconsequent liglit-heartedness of the Zagundzhis; and, later within the night, they received my coronary heart fully when, with out remark, they raised the side-cloth of the tent so that all would possibly admire a fantastic sundown. I made a decision that these fashions of Gypsy propriety could be most fascinating travelling companions, and, seeing that with their assist it might be straightforward to evade the difficulties brought on by Osman’s prohibition, I misplaced no time, however broached the topic without delay, and made preparations for escape.

 

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The presents had started to arrive on Saturday morning

The presents had began to reach on Saturday morning on the Simon dwelling. They had been piling up on the very second when Leo on the synagogue was assuming the obligations of Jew and American. They got here from associates, from kinfolk, and from those that felt it good enterprise to favor the son of a buyer. So when Leo and his grandparents arrived dwelling they discovered pyramids of packing containers. Leo acknowledged most of the names of the individuals who had despatched items. They had been names he had seen on the envelopes of the invitation playing cards. Once more he didn’t perceive why the individuals who had apparently thought effectively sufficient of him to ship items had not thought it needed to seem on the synagogue to listen to him promise to be Jew.

Sunday arrived. That proved to be the day of unex-pected experiences for Leo. A goodly quantity dropped in through the afternoon. They congratulated Leo and his mother and father and departed. However some stayed on and gathered within the room that had been arrange as a bar for the event. Some took to tables and performed playing cards.

It was within the night that the crowds actually arrived, and that meant extra presents. Leo was in a turmoil attempting to maintain observe of the ties, fountain pens, and shirts that poured in.

Quickly the bar grew to become the middle of attraction. Leo was amazed to see how repeatedly the friends poured the drinks down their throats, even the ladies.

Within the midst of the noise and confusion he obtained an pressing need to see his grandparents, who had been by this time quietly sitting of their room. They had been pleased to see him and for Leo their very presence was reassuring. However then he heard his father name and he rushed again into the crowded front room.

“Come on, Leo,” his father commanded. Give your Bar Mitzvah speech for our good associates.”

“However Pa,” the Bar Mitzvah pleaded, “my speech is for a synagogue, for the home of God.         .

“Come on, come on,” Mr. Simon insisted; I spent sufficient in your classes.”

“Might the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob bless our congregation,” the Bar Mitzvah started.

“I’ll have one other cocktail, please,” got here a fema e voice from the bar.

“Oh, Father in Heaven, I pray unto thee for my mother and father and grandparents,” pleaded the Bar Mitzvah “Hey, Max, how about some extra Scotch? Demanded one of many friends.

 

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Philip sees his mother taking care of the many Jewish

Philip sees his mom caring for the various Jewish girls. Pcustomers in her grocery. They admtred and beloved her for her wit and sympathetic soul. In th y gogue she was excellent. All of them greeted her when thev got here out and in of shul.

He remembers, too, that this good mom onceupo a time gave him an actual good licking ie rem the punishment was that his father nahe’y repotted .zero her, “Faifke (now Phil.pl *neahs »»t of the Synagogue and performs cube with different boys.

As a matter of truth he was the ring-leader. 1He m fluenced the others to abandon their fathers in shu come out and play with him. It reached the purpose the place among the moms, clients within the grocery retailer mixed that Faifke took from their kids their final “Ideas of the cube video games of his childhood lead him to later recollections—recollections of younger mam hypothesis on the inventory market, when he grew to become a well-known determine within the monetary district.

His marriage to the daughter of an clever Jewis

“His marriage to the daughter of an clever Jewisfa”w had given him place in well-to-do ew.sh ctn cl™ I. mus? be stated that Gtos, knew htsInn,.anon, tnrelimous and cultural fields. He would by no means participate when religious topics had been mentioned. However, grew to become president of a congregation.

Success in enterprise brings recognition. As a matter of truth he later grew to become president of a charitable instate. Very often he would say to himself, individuals humorous? There are a bunch of administrators on the board of the establishment through which I’m who contribute extra money than I do, though they aren’t a5 wealthy as I’m, but I’m the president. Isn’t that humorous?”

An opulent residence throughout the street from Gross’s backyard, at which he glances when he raises his eyes, brings a ache to his coronary heart. James McClain, a outstanding and wealthy churchman, occupies that residence. Mr. McClain can also be a member of the Inventory Alternate and has given Gross the chilly shoulder on many events.

Philip Gross has one ambition in his life, and that’s: some day to develop into president of the Inventory Alternate. He has concluded that his actions in Jewish life, his leader-ship in religious and charitable establishments of his individuals, would by no means discover a lot room within the English papers. As president of the Inventory Alternate his image can be revealed within the monetary pages of all of the papers.

 

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