Michael Strogoff; Or, The Courier of the Czar. Jules Verne

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       Jules Verne

      Michael Strogoff; Or, The Courier of the Czar

      Published by Good Press, 2019

       [email protected]

      EAN 4057664144805

       BOOK I

       CHAPTER I A FETE AT THE NEW PALACE

       CHAPTER II RUSSIANS AND TARTARS

       CHAPTER III MICHAEL STROGOFF MEETS THE CZAR

       CHAPTER IV FROM MOSCOW TO NIJNI-NOVGOROD

       CHAPTER V THE TWO ANNOUNCEMENTS

       CHAPTER VI BROTHER AND SISTER

       CHAPTER VII GOING DOWN THE VOLGA

       CHAPTER VIII GOING UP THE KAMA

       CHAPTER IX DAY AND NIGHT IN A TARANTASS

       CHAPTER X A STORM IN THE URAL MOUNTAINS

       CHAPTER XI TRAVELERS IN DISTRESS

       CHAPTER XII PROVOCATION

       CHAPTER XIII DUTY BEFORE EVERYTHING

       CHAPTER XIV MOTHER AND SON

       CHAPTER XV THE MARSHES OF THE BARABA

       CHAPTER XVI A FINAL EFFORT

       CHAPTER XVII THE RIVALS

       BOOK II

       CHAPTER I A TARTAR CAMP

       CHAPTER II CORRESPONDENTS IN TROUBLE

       CHAPTER III BLOW FOR BLOW

       CHAPTER IV THE TRIUMPHAL ENTRY

       CHAPTER V “LOOK WHILE YOU MAY!”

       CHAPTER VI A FRIEND ON THE HIGHWAY

       HALF an hour afterwards, Michael and Nadia had left Tomsk.

       CHAPTER VII THE PASSAGE OF THE YENISEI

       CHAPTER VIII A HARE CROSSES THE ROAD

       CHAPTER IX IN THE STEPPE

       CHAPTER X BAIKAL AND ANGARA

       CHAPTER XI BETWEEN TWO BANKS

       CHAPTER XII IRKUTSK

       CHAPTER XIII THE CZAR’S COURIER

       CHAPTER XIV THE NIGHT OF THE FIFTH OF OCTOBER

       CHAPTER XV CONCLUSION

       Table of Contents

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      “SIRE, a fresh dispatch.”

      “Whence?”

      “From Tomsk?”

      “Is the wire cut beyond that city?”

      “Yes, sire, since yesterday.”

      “Telegraph hourly to Tomsk, General, and keep me informed of all that occurs.”

      “Sire, it shall be done,” answered General Kissoff.

      These words were exchanged about two hours after midnight, at the moment when the fete given at the New Palace was at the height of its splendor.

      During the whole evening the bands of the Preobra-jensky and Paulowsky regiments had played without cessation polkas, mazurkas, schottisches, and waltzes from among the choicest of their repertoires. Innumerable couples of dancers whirled through the magnificent saloons of the palace, which stood at a few paces only from the “old house of stones”—in former days the scene of so many terrible dramas, the echoes of whose walls were this night awakened by the gay strains of the musicians.

      The grand-chamberlain of the court, was, besides, well seconded in his arduous and delicate duties. The grand-dukes and their aides-de-camp, the chamberlains-in-waiting and other officers of the palace, presided personally in the arrangement of the dances. The grand duchesses, covered with diamonds, the ladies-in-waiting in their most exquisite costumes, set the example to the wives of the military and civil dignitaries of the ancient “city of white stone.” When, therefore, the signal for the “polonaise” resounded through the saloons, and the guests of all ranks took part in that measured promenade, which on occasions of this kind has all the importance of a national dance, the mingled costumes, the sweeping