The breath of the steppes was wandering afar to hunt

Russia was within the wind, I believed. The breath of the steppes was wandering afar to hunt—what? The breath of the desert? The nice mosque confronted it, Islam erect, and now darkish, forbidding below the darkening sky. Even the minarets had misplaced their delicate purity, had change into fierce, prayers calling down destruction on unbelievers. And all of the cries of Stamboul appeared to assemble themselves collectively in my ears, keening over the ocean above which I stood —voices of many countries; of Turks, Arabs, Circas-sians, Persians, of males from the wilds of Asia and the plains of India; voices of bashi-bazouks and of slaves; even, skinny excessive voices of eunuchs. From the quays to proper and left of the bridge crowds of individuals rose to my sight and hurried away; to them crowds of individuals descended, sinking out of my sight.

Troopers and hamals handed, upright and armed, bending beneath the load of unbelievable masses. Calls of Albanian boatmen got here up from the ocean. From town of intently packed fishermen’s vessels rose right here and there little trails of smoke. On their decks dim figures crouched about wavering fires. A gnarled beggar pushed me, muttering, then whining uncouth phrases. Alongside the curving shore, towards the cypress-crowned top of Eyub, lights had been strung out, marking the waterside. Behind me tall Pera started to sparkle meretriciously. The Greek barbers, I knew, had been standing* impudently earlier than the doorways of their little saloons, watching the night pageant because it surged slowly via the Grande Rue and towards the Taxim Backyard. Diplomats had been driving residence from the Elegant Porte in victorias. The “cinemas” had been gathering of their mobs. Tokatlian’s was thronged with Levantines whispering from mouth to mouth the present lies of the day. Under, close to the ships, the enterprise males of Galata had been dashing out of their banks, previous the massive round-browed Montenegrins who stand on the steps, out of their places of work and outlets, like a mighty swarm of disturbed bees. The lengthy shriek of a siren from a steamer close to Seraglio Level tore the gloom. I went on, regardless of menacing Valide Sultan, 1 misplaced myself within the great maze of Stamboul.

Stamboulnear the waterside is stuffed with contrasts so sharp

Stamboul close to the waterside is stuffed with contrasts so sharp, so unusual that they bewilder and attraction, and typically render uneasy even one who has wandered alone via many cities of the East. Sordid and filthy, there’s but one thing grandiose in it, one thing hostile and threatening within the watchful crowds which might be eternally passing by. Between the homes the sea-wind blows up, and also you catch glimpses of water, of masts, of the funnels of steam-ers. Above the cries of the nations rise the long- drawn wails and the hootings of sirens. The site visitors of the streets is made extra complicated by your fixed consciousness of the site visitors of the ocean, embraced by it, virtually mingling with it. Water and wind, mud and dirt, cries of coachmen and seamen, of motor-cars and steamers, and troopers, troopers, troopers passing, all the time passing. By way of a window-pane you catch a glitter of jewels and a glitter of Armenian eyes gazing stealthily out.

That was my thought as I seemed on the sacred pigeons

That was my thought as I seemed on the sacred pigeons, circling in pleased 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 way of the courtroom 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 nearly of flame. Beside me a lover was dictating a letter to a scribe, who squatted earlier than his desk, on which have been organized a bright- blue inkstand and cup, a pile of white paper, and a stand with crimson pens and blue pencils. Farther on, males have been being shaved, and have been ingesting espresso as they lounged upon bright-yellow sofas. Close to me a really outdated Turk, with fanatical, half-shut eyes, was sitting on the bottom and gazing on the pink toes 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 odor. On the opposite aspect of the courtroom 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 gentle 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 route of the seraskierat wall, not far off. The higher quantity returned to their plane- tree on the proper 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.

 

Room of a photographer’s store

At some point 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 phenomenal determine. I used to be gazing at it, maybe moderately steadily, when, evidently conscious of my look, she turned slowly and intentionally spherical. For 2 or three minutes she confronted me, seeking 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 have been blackened. Her options have been good, her complexion was clean and good, and her expression was actually cute. It appeared to say to me quietly:

It’s silly ever to hide such a face

“Sure, you might be 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 the earth. 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, taken care of 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 someday 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 wood homes, silent, ap-parently deserted, shuttered—streets and streets of them, myriads of them! From time to time above the carved wooden of a lattice I had seen a striped curtain, low-cost, dusty, hanging, I guessed, above an affordable and dusty divan. The doorways of the homes have 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. If you happen to keep right here, you’ll be fairly alone.” However the outdated Turk knew very nicely that every one the homes have been full of individuals, of imprisoned ladies. What a destiny to be one of many prisoners!

 

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 not less than fifty years previous, with a moustache however no beard, and an extended, 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 nice if unenergetic temperament, and never good-looking. He had a fairly however shy little lady, Busa, the one considered one of his 4 youngsters who had lived, and his spouse Gina was a really darkish girl, good-looking and industrious. The better 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.as an example, over her head as an alternative of a homosexual kerchief, and she or he went with out footwear or stockings. She was, furthermore, remarkably silent: I don’t assume we exchanged six sentences through the week I spent together with her folks; and she or he was nearly equally reserved in the direction of her husband’s dad and mom.

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.

Not like Persians and Arabs, who’re pleased 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 recognized to the police and different unusual folks 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.

 

Marble tombs sheltered by weary timber

You cross by some marble tombs sheltered by weary timber, beneath the enormous shadow of a mosque, and some steps farther on you look via 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 backward and forward, or bending a few fountain from which water gushes with a silvery noise. It is a Turkish bathtub. 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 don’t seem to be unfold all through the town. Many components 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 awesome wood village from which the inhabitants have fled. Of their open areas, patches of waste floor, maybe a couple of goats are attempting to browse amongst garbage and stones, a couple of little youngsters are loitering, two or three silent males could also be sitting beneath a vine by a shed, which is a Turkish cafe. There isn’t a sound of steps or of voices. One has no feeling of being in an awesome 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 all the pieces. But an unlimited 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 just about ghastly silence.

The good bazaar of Stamboul

The good 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 worth beneath 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 have been surrounded with a sure pomp and dignity, with a curious environment of age. Some components of the bazaars are slender.

THE COMB-MAKERS

Glorious weatherproof tents

That they had good robust 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 related with splash-boards over the 4 wheels. The trough, or physique, rests in a cradle on the 2 axles, however is just not hooked up to them rigidly, the axles themselves being related collectively by a central beam, a way of building which provides nice flexibility, and permits the automobile, though springless, to journey the worst roads with out catastrophe. The tents are product of goat’s-hair material, arduous, tough, and really thick : they’re costly, for an acceptable piece prices eight napoleons. The material is supported partly by the taliga itself, which it covers and protects, and partly by a framework of poles. Of those there are 5, in addition to the pole of the taliga, which makes the sixth—two poles morticed to type 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, one in all them the driving pole of the waggon, which relaxation on the taliga behind 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 types the again, and the material is pegged out by way of 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 in an effort to work on the harvest, the place the boys anticipated to earn about two francs a day; however their ostensible technique of livelihood was making combs, a occupation during which they confirmed nice dexterity. They purchased the horns of cattle, lower them into brief cylinders which they break up longitudinally and flattened by warmth and strain, formed the piece, smoothed it with a rasp and polished it with ashes; then they lower the tooth with surprising regularity by way of two hand-saws, one high quality, and the opposite coarse, and completed the comb with just a little crude ornament in double traces by rocking the handle-end of a file throughout the floor of the horn. A person may produce thirty combs a day, however their income had been most likely restricted slightly by the quantity they might promote than by the quantity they might make.

A lot I discovered by two visits to their picturesquely located camp close to Indzhe-Kioi, just a little village about three miles from Varna, and I discovered additionally that their Rumanian Romani, owing to my earlier expertise with the same dialect, was much more simply intelligible than the dialects shaped 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 food 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 utterly when, with out remark, they raised the side-cloth of the tent so that all may admire an attractive sundown. I made a decision that these fashions of Gypsy propriety can be most fascinating travelling companions, and, seeing that with their assist it will be straightforward to evade the difficulties attributable to Osman’s prohibition, I misplaced no time, however broached the topic directly, and made preparations for escape.

 

The presents had began to reach on Saturday morning

The presents had began to reach on Saturday morning on the Simon residence. They have been piling up on the very second when Leo on the synagogue was assuming the obligations of Jew and American. They got here from pals, from kinfolk, and from those that felt it good enterprise to favor the son of a buyer. So when Leo and his grandparents arrived residence they discovered pyramids of containers. Leo acknowledged most of the names of the individuals who had despatched presents. They have 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 nicely sufficient of him to ship presents had not thought it obligatory to look 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 in the course of the afternoon. They congratulated Leo and his dad and mom 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 monitor of the ties, fountain pens, and shirts that poured in.

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

Within the midst of the noise and confusion he obtained an pressing want to see his grandparents, who have been by this time quietly sitting of their room. They have been completely happy 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 lounge.

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

“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 dad and mom and grandparents,” pleaded the Bar Mitzvah “Hey, Max, how about some extra Scotch? Demanded one of many company.

 

Philip sees his mom taking good care of the numerous Jewish

Philip sees his mom taking good care of the numerous Jewish ladies. 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 reality 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, prospects within the grocery retailer mixed that Faifke took from their youngsters 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-recognized 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. Nonetheless, grew to become president of a congregation.

Success in enterprise brings recognition. As a matter of reality 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 during which I’m who contribute more cash than I do, though they aren’t a5 wealthy as I’m, but I’m the president. Isn’t that humorous?”

An expensive 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 dwelling. 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 turn out to be 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 could be revealed within the monetary pages of all of the papers.

 

Few observed that Leo had left the room

Few observed that Leo had left the room. When his mom discovered him he was mendacity on his mattress, his face turned away from the presents and his eyes full of tears. He was sobbing.

Mrs. Simon was frightened. “Leo, she mentioned, wh the matter, darling? Don’t you’re feeling good?”

“I’m all proper, mom . . . however . . . had been t osepepie ever Bar Mitzvah?

WILL HE MAKE IT IN TIME?

PHILLIP GROSS will get up from his supper desk and says to his spouse, “I loved the veal cutlets immensely. Then he goes to the backyard.

Mr. Gross is an outdated settler on this wealthy suburb. Together with his first spouse, who was Jewish, he lived right here virtually thirty years. She by no means bore him any kids. His current spouse will not be of the Jewish religion.

Very often he goes to his backyard on their own.

His spouse, Elizabeth, provides him this freedom, for he wants relaxation. Each morning he hurries to the town with different commuters of the white collar class. They greet one another in a superficial method, and bury their noses in newspapers.

Evenings Mr. Gross comes dwelling nervous, upset, dis-turbed. He’s a member of the Inventory Trade. It appears the richer he will get the extra tasks he assumes,_ and the extra nervous he turns into.

This night he additionally has a heavy coronary heart

Philip Gross will not be of the sentimental sort. More often than not his reminiscences carry him to incidents coping with enterprise; by way of his thoughts go monetary conflicts, losses, good points. However this night one thing totally different holds him … it’s the day when his beloved mom went to her eternal sleep.

Within the silence of the backyard he hears a voice of days lengthy passed by. It’s the voice of his mom calling to his father:

“Moshe Haim! Cease bothering to scrub the cabinets! It’s late already. Some individuals are going to shul already; it’s time for us to affix them. Thank God that we have now an opportunity on occasion to neglect our grocery retailer with all its troubles and tsores . . . !”

A few years have passed by and but he can see his father earlier than his very eyes. He had been match for hardly something within the work-a-day world, besides to assist mom within the grocery retailer. But on the Sabbath or on a vacation when he was wearing his greatest he seemed like a saint of outdated.

 

The solar units within the West

However the opposition of males like his neighbor, McClain, and others of that sort prevented Mr. Gross from realizing his goals.

Whereas Mr. Gross was busy carrying on his ineffective cam-paign to change into president of the Inventory Trade he uncared for his duties to the Jewish establishments. Criticism was raised by members of the boards that his contributions could possibly be bigger, and he misplaced floor along with his individuals. Others occupied his place. This was painful to him.

Unconsciously, he started to take revenge. A technique was to inform his secretary, ‘‘If a Jew with a beard is available in inform him I’m not in—I’ve given them loads of my cash!”

As a matter of reality he started to really feel that maybe the visits of those rabbis or schnorrers have been the reason for him not turning into president of the Inventory Trade.

Two flower pots in a nook of the backyard remind him of his first spouse … She took nice care of the 2 nots…  It’s three years since her passing.

His current spouse, non-Jewish, is of center age. e comes from an impressive American household. When he met her she was a widow.

It was his hope that by means of her affect and her con-tacts he would change into the top of the Trade.

Through the two years since, he had run for presiden of the Inventory Trade on two events and been defeated each instances.

Socially, Elizabeth did quite a lot of entertaining. Y members of her household would name; additionally associates with whom she was energetic in her church. Her Philip was happy with these distinguished company, however someway different, reciprocal invites got here again infrequen y.

Elizabeth has her personal vehicle; she makes many visits to her associates. Every time she steps within the c she kisses her Jewish husband and says, Good Y- Daddy,” and he tenderly returns, Watch out, dling.”

The solar units within the West

Philip Gross feels one thing drawing him. Evening will quickly fall. He’s reminded that quickly within the model the place he was president individuals will collect for are mounding from the 2 flowna second he really feel, uneasy a. being reminded o£ days passed by, but there’s something nice concerning the males Elitabeth comes out ol the home and calls “Daddy, Daddy, the place are you?” there isn’t a reply, lor

at that second an vehicle is speeding by means of Wash-ington Highway with nice velocity. Its driver is Philip Gross. He retains on saying, “Jesus Christl Will I be on time for yahrzeit!”