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Page 44 from Ethel Moir Diary, Vol 1

Moir, Ethel, 1916, Document
Page 44 from Ethel Moir Diary, Vol 1
Page 44 from Ethel Moir Diary, Vol 1
Page 44 from Ethel Moir Diary, Vol 1
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Page 44 from Ethel Moir Diary, Vol 1
steeds with beautiful black & silver harness flecked with foam, being driven by a very fat coachman in his wadded coat of blue cloth & the narrow waist belt of Eastern silk emphasising his enormous girth. He calls out as he goes along, leaning over his horse & driving with
out-stretched arms. The reins, half of leather & half of blue webbing flapped their buckled sides upon the flanks of the horse, as the beautiful big creature plunged forward, his arched wooden collar framing his proud head & his flowing tail streaming out behind him. But we got a good deal shaken! No one who has not ventured himself "en voiture" on Russian roads - or even on the streets of Russia's principal towns - can have any idea of how unspeakably, unbelievably, bad a road can be! To begin with, they are nearly all cobble-stoned or paved with stone sets, with no pretence whatever of keeping them, even tolerably, in repair. With the result that their surface is a perilous combination of deep & immemorial mud, &, not holes, but yawning pit falls, into which the frail Russian dr?shky suddenlydrops with a bone-wrenching crash & out of which it
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Edinburgh and Scottish Collection