From
home, from his blessed Georgia, he received very little; and then,
for the most part, in victuals. At Christmas, at Easter, or on his
birthday (in August) he was sent--and inevitably through arriving
fellow-countrymen--whole cargoes of hampers with mutton, grapes,
goat-flesh, sausages, dried hawthorn berries, RAKHAT LOUKOUM, egg-
plants, and very tasty cookies; as well as leathern bottles of
excellent home-made wine, strong and aromatic, but giving off just
the least bit of sheep-skin. Then the prince would summon together
to one of his comrades (he never had quarters of his own) all his
near friends and fellow-countrymen; and arranged such a
magnificent festival--TOI in Caucasian--that at it were extirpated
to the last shreds the gifts of fertile Georgia. Georgian songs
were sung, the first place, of course, being given to MRAVOL-
DJAMIEM and EVERY GUEST IS SENT DOWN TO US FROM HEAVEN BY GOD, NO
MATTER OF WHAT COUNTRY HE BE; the LEZGINKA was danced without
tiring, with table knives brandished wildly in the air; and the
TULUMBASH (or, perhaps, he is called TOMADA?) spoke his
improvisations; for the greater part Nijeradze himself spoke.
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