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long time that evening before she can go to
sleep.
Opposite to the wood, on the other side of the
manor, was the garden, which went down to a
lake, beyond which you saw green fields and
meadows. Here and there some miserable
little villages peeped out among the green
surroundings—cottages which looked more like dens
of wild beasts than like human dwellings.
The government of Vitebsk is far from being
so fertile as the black-earth-belt in Little Russia.
The peasants in White Russia are noted for their
poverty. The Emperor Nicholas called White
Russia a penniless beauty, and the Tamboj
government a rich merchant-lady.
In the midst of this wild country, Palibino,
with its massive stone walls, its peculiar foreign
style of architecture, its terraces bordered with
roses, its large hothouses and orangeries, stands
out in striking contrast.
Even in summer it is a very calm and lonely
place, but in winter the country seems perfectly
dead; all is covered with snow. From the
window you see nothing but an endless white
plain. For many hours no living creature
appears on the road, only at rare intervals a sledge,
which is dragged slowly along by a skinny old
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