One of our drivers was a Russian peasant from Yaroslavl, the other, an Ossete.
She now saw him again as he had been at Mytishchi, at Troitsa, and at Yaroslavl.
The following day he saw Princess Mary off on her journey to Yaroslavl, and a few days later left to rejoin his regiment.
In Yaroslavl there was such a downpour that I had to swathe myself in my leather chiton.
Thanks to her activity and energy, which infected her fellow travelers, they approached Yaroslavl by the end of the second week.
It is not, then, so very wonderful after all that the book should have found its way to two villages in the province of Yaroslavl.