Astrakhan is an extremely beautiful picture when you look at it from a steamer, without going five miles to the pier. The city is as if surrounded by a deep sea of water; The mast of ships of every caliber stretches for several miles; where this life begins, you see with complete clarity, but its end disappears into the distant blue. Covered as if by a bluish haze, you can barely see the city as a long strip, above which the heads of the grand Astrakhan Cathedral sparkle brightly in the sun. This boundless expanse of water, this mass of ships, these steamships scurrying in all directions, this amazing view sometimes some kind of giants, sometimes little ones, in front of which the steamer hovers seems to be
Lycan - all this together makes up a completely charming picture. We will not be mistaken in saying that no city on the banks of the Volga will make such an impression on you when approaching it as Astrakhan. But here you are at the pier, and you’re a little impressed.
First of all, you notice that light blue, which so poetically covered the outlines of the city for you, is nothing more than dust, rushing towards you in whole clouds. When you get off the ship, you immediately find yourself, so to speak, in Asia:
Your ears are amazed by the loud speech almost in all Azat languages and Nar’s; in front of you are crowding Tatars, and Persians, and Armenians, and Khivans, and also, God knows, Eastern people... But now you have stepped onto the street; there you meet camels, and loaded donkeys, and for some reason many dogs, and above all this breathtaking dust rushes at you. But don't be embarrassed! A Russian person gets used to the dust quite quickly, and with the heat that reigns in Astrakhan, you involuntarily come to terms with the sight of the bustle that is happening around, that state of eternal hustle and bustle in which, it seems, the resident of Astrakhan constantly finds himself. In any case, you will meet there so many new things that are alien to you that it is very, very helpful for the tourist to get to know Astrakhan and get to know him well before he sets off on his return journey up the Volga - a path on which many beautiful views await him, slipping past his gaze during the night movement of the steamer.
And so, goodbye, reader! May you be blessed and may you be happy on your way back up the Volga.
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