“In 1840, on the road from Revel to Gapsal, a heavy traveling carriage, loaded with bags and suitcases, was dragged along by eight or nine small Chukhon horses. There were three women sitting in the carriage: a middle-aged lady, almost an old woman, a young girl - her daughter, and a maid. By her appearance, Mrs. Glinskaya belonged to those old ladies whom you meet everywhere: at a ball, at festivities, and who somehow all seem to resemble the same person. It is difficult to describe these faces: there is nothing characteristic about them, all that remains in the memory of them is a decent cap, a decent hat, a decent silk dark dress...”