I would have liked to know whether he thought this was due to the climate, the diet, or simply malefic djinns.

O I could play the woman with mine eyes, / And Braggart with my tongue.

From Samarkand, using that peculiarly Russian means of transport, the springless, horse-drawn tarantass, Curzon reached Tashkent by the post road in thirty uncomfortable hours.

I can't seem to lift the box alone. Would you give me a hand, please?