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Updated: May 24, 2025
'And whether you will believe me or won't' he crossed himself again the man wept like a child when I told him I would take him to the nearest Yakut yurta, at a distance of thirty versts from the town of Zaszyversk, and I swear to you for the third time it was with joy that he wept... although he was not much better off in that yurta....
You are not women. . . . I honor woman, who feels more deeply and strongly than man; but you are not women! . . . Listen to me, Mesdames. Once more and I will hang you. . . ." He came back to the car and himself sounded the horn several times. Immediately Mongol horsemen galloped up. "Take these men to the Commandant. I will send my orders later." On the way to the Baron's yurta we were silent.
He barked and growled incessantly, and came back from time to time to the bed and his master's limply hanging hand in expectation of the usual caress. But his master lay immovable, the cold hand hung stiffly; exhausted and hoarse the dog ran out again into the enclosure. We left; but at a long distance from the yurta we could still hear the barking of the senseless creature.
His yurta was placed on a raised wooden platform in a compound located behind the Russian settlement. Two Buriat officers met us and took us in. Djam Bolon was a man of middle age, tall and thin with an unusually long face. Before the Great War he had been a simple shepherd but had fought together with Baron Ungern on the German front and afterwards against the Bolsheviki.
Although the monastery was fifty-five miles distant, by nine o'clock in the evening I entered the yurta of this holy Hutuktu. He was a middle-aged, clean shaven, spare little man, laboring under the name of Jelyb Djamsrap Hutuktu.
After drinking tea at Djam Bolon's yurta I rode back to my quarters and packed my few belongings. The Lama Turgut was already there. "The Minister of War will travel with us," he whispered. "It is necessary." "All right," I answered, and rode off to Olufsen to summon him.
He introduced himself and spoke with me in Russian. I had only time to take off my coat in the tent of Domojiroff when a Mongol came running to invite me to the yurta of Hun Boldon. The Prince lived just beside me in a splendid blue yurta. Knowing the Mongolian custom, I jumped into the saddle and rode the ten paces to his door. Hun Boldon received me with coldness and pride.
I cannot bear it, I cannot!" She very capriciously stamped her foot and, coquettishly smiling at me, asked: "Do you want to cure me? Yes?" The character and manners of lovely woman are the same everywhere: on bright Broadway, along the stately Thames, on the vivacious boulevards of gay Paris and in the silk-draped yurta of the Soyot Princess behind the larch covered Tannu Ola.
Over several yurtas waved multi-colored triangular flags, a sign of the presence of disease. Near some yurtas high poles were stuck into the ground with Mongol caps at their tops, which indicated that the host of the yurta had died. The packs of dogs wandering over the plain showed that the dead bodies lay somewhere near, either in the ravines or along the banks of the river.
Therefore the question whether and how one could live and suffer there, was a vital one for us. And now the news came unexpectedly that one of our own class, a man closely allied to us by his intellectual development and a number of ways and customs, had actually lived for three years in a yurta not much better situated than the one behind the imaginary town of Zaszyversk.
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