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its eighteen towers; of the grandly picturesque 

 view from its lofty site ; of the Cathedral containing 

 the venerated tombs of martyrs, saints, and czars ; 

 of the hundreds of churches and convents, with 

 their domes of green and blue and gold, with their 

 archaic richly decorated icons; of the holy gate 

 through which none could pass with covered heads ; 

 of the surpassingly magnificent ancient and mod- 

 ern palaces; of the exhibition of antiquities; of 

 the Tertiakoff picture gallery; of the Patriarchs' 

 treasury, rich in jewelled vestments; of the 

 grievously crooked and uneven streets with their \ 



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striking contrasts of light and shadow ; of Lazarus 



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and Dives jostling one another under the dome = 



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of the Cathedral of the Archangel Michael; of a 

 hundred weary pilgrims, men and women, clad 

 in sheepskins or in rags, footsore after a tramp of 



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weeks to some favoured shrine in the Holy City, I 



now at nightfall, asleep, outstretched upon the 



cobblestones in the byways of the public streets; 



of the institute for foundlings, within whose walls 



are 17,000 mother- forsaken infants. These words 



afford but the merest suggestion of what may be 



seen in Moscow within three days. Like a vision 



of the night all these pass before me, but, unlike a 



