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Page 16 - SILISTRIA. •220 tiny boroughs inhabited by Russian fisherfolk, whose type is so different from that of the Rumanian peasant. At first sight one recognizes their nationality — tall, fair-bearded giants, with blue eyes, their red shirts visible from a great way off. It is especially in the Dobrudja that these different nationalities jostle together. Besides Rumanians, Bulgarians, Turks, Tartars, Russians, in places even Germans, live peacefully...
Page 16 - ... is so different from that of the Roumanian peasant. At first sight one recognizes their nationality — tall, fair-bearded giants, with blue eyes, their red shirts visible from a great way off. It is especially in the Dobrudja that these different nationalities jostle together. Besides Roumanians, Bulgarians, Turks, Tartars, Russians, in places even Germans, live peacefully side by side.
Page 3 - Once I was a stranger to this people ; now I am one of them, and, because I came from so far, better was I able to see them with their good qualities and with their defects.
Page 4 - Yes, little by little I learnt to understand this people, and little by little it learned to understand me. Now we trust each other, and so, if God wills, together we shall go towards a greater future...
Page 17 - I could not understand. They called me Sultana, and each one wanted to touch me ; they fingered my clothes, patted me on the back, one old hag even chucked me under the chin.