Название: The Puppet Show of Memory
Автор: Baring Maurice
Издательство: Bookwire
Жанр: Книги о Путешествиях
isbn: 4057664605160
isbn:
Maurice Baring
The Puppet Show of Memory
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4057664605160
Table of Contents
CHAPTER II THE NURSERY AND THE SCHOOLROOM
CHAPTER VIII ITALY, CAMBRIDGE, GERMANY, LONDON
CHAPTER XIV RUSSIA AND MANCHURIA
CHAPTER XVI LONDON, MANCHURIA, RUSSIA
CHAPTER XVII RUSSIA: THE BEGINNING OF THE REVOLUTION
CHAPTER XX SOUTH RUSSIA, JOURNALISM, LONDON
CHAPTER XXI CONSTANTINOPLE (1909)
CHAPTER XXII THE BALKAN WAR, 1912
CHAPTER XXIII CONSTANTINOPLE ONCE MORE (1912)
CHAPTER XXIV THE FASCINATION OF RUSSIA
ILLUSTRATIONS
Coombe Cottage | Frontispiece |
FACING PAGE | |
Portraits of Sarah Bernhardt by the Author (age 7), drawn in 1881 | 228 |
Sarah Bernhardt in the ’eighties | 229 |
THE
PUPPET SHOW OF MEMORY
CHAPTER I
THE NURSERY
When people sit down to write their recollections they exclaim with regret, “If only I had kept a diary, what a rich store of material I should now have at my disposal!” I remember one of the masters at Eton telling me, when I was a boy, that if I wished to make a fortune when I was grown up, I had only to keep a detailed diary of every day of my life at Eton. He said the same thing to all the boys he knew, but I do not remember any boy of my generation taking his wise advice.
On the other hand, for the writer who wishes to recall past memories, the absence of diaries and notebooks has its compensations. Memory, as someone has said, is the greatest of artists. It eliminates the unessential, and chooses with careless skill the sights and the sounds and the episodes that are best worth remembering and recording. The first thing I can remember is a Christmas tree which I think celebrated the Christmas of 1876. It was at Shoreham in Kent, at a house belonging to Mr. H. B. Mildmay, who married one of my mother’s sisters. I was two years old, and I remember my Christmas present, a large bird with yellow and red plumage, which for a long time afterwards lived at the top of the nursery wardrobe. It was neither a bird of Paradise nor a pheasant; possibly only a somewhat flamboyant hen; but I loved it dearly, and it irradiated the nursery to me for at least two years.
The curtain then falls and rises again on the nursery of 37 Charles Street, Berkeley Square, London. The nursery epoch, which lasted till promotion to the schoolroom and lessons began, seems to children as long as a lifetime, just as СКАЧАТЬ