On an imperial plane it is not audible songs rover. Only Volga will splash a heavy wave in boards yes is shrill the seagull, arrow falling to water will shout. And mountains, mysterious and ancient, have hung above the river and, it seems, just about will fall in it(her). There is on a deck of a plane a great sovereign, and is vague on imperial soul. Wild mountains are majestic. Something majestic is in them. Feels it tsar and frown, nervously fingering a moustache. Behind of tsar the retinue in embroider gold caftans crowds, is silent. Peter has looked back on retinue, has sharply pulled a shoulder. - that be silent? Has hemmed, has turned away And again looks at mountains. On rocky rocks clamber to the high sky of a pine. And as soon as keep! " Mine and not mine ", - tsar, suddenly angry has thought. And suddenly it(he) has seen an eagle. The mighty bird soared above the highest top, freely, confidently, thriftily. Huge wings shone on the sun.

" As the owner examines my possession ", - tsar has thought with insult. - Moor to a coast! - Peter has loudly told, has broken a cocked hat from a head, has crumpled iron fingers. - Power ours! We shall rise and shall look, whether she(it) is great. At mountains we shall look... Tsar on grandees Was lop-sided, has stamped a leg. Has run away on gangplank on a coast.

Grandees, sore being answerable, hardly are in time(ripen) for long-legged Peter. Some are imperceptibly, cautiously christened - mountains, uneven hour are abrupt... Falcon still twists in height, and Peter furiously clambers there, to it(him)... At last have risen. Tousled tsar has looked round and has not seen a bird. Hoarsely, triumphant has laughed. - Give here! - it(he) has snatched out at one of the soldier gun - a fighting axe - and has struck him(it) on a firm rock. Has thought and has still struck. Also beat on a tenacious stone until precisely it was not designated: " 1722 Peter the Great ". Tsar from a forehead has brushed away plentiful sweat, has filled tobacco a tube and with pleasure has taken a sip a bitter smoke. - As the mountain refers to? - it(he) at guide has asked, the old resident.

- Bald mountain, great sovereign, - has told guide. - And there, below, village Morkvashi. Began to go down to Volga. Peter has become cheerful, laughed. Unexpectedly near to the river, in a valley, have seen a beautiful wooden small house. It(he) was hidden in rich greens, surprisingly fine, all adorned by an openwork groove. - Whose this here a mansion? - tsar was surprised. - the tower is very beautiful!..