Imperiia: a spatial history of the Russian Empire


On the slope of Fadeyevi Hills 3 versts past the meaninglessness of Makaryev.

I overheard some merchants talking about apples this morning.

Well, that isn't quite true. I was straining to pick out a word here or there from their conversation and apparently I was less subtle about it than I thought. The men took pity and explained to the silly young Englishwoman that they were discussing the apple market. As we are, I now know, in deep in orchard territory.

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