March to Siberia
There is a story about Emperor Pavel the First (and if you have the Cyrillic character set installed: "Па́вел I Петро́вич") of Russia. He supposedly was so displeased with his elite corps - the Preobrazhensky Regiment that he ordered them to turn right on the Fields of Mars parade grounds in St. Petersberg. He is quoted as saying to his troops:
“Right Turn! About Face! March to Siberia!”
According to the popular legend cited below in the drawing from a vintage pulp publication, (Ripley's circa 1930) they kept on marching and vanished into the wilderness never to be heard from again. With the Ripley's challenging rejoinder which runs something like "credible or maybe not so credible".
But another modern source on a website we found says that this is only a legend and further says that the troops got as far as Novogorod before the commander in charge of the troops was told to return. We are reviewing the publication, but there is a debate about whether to offer it for sale.
We are trying to figure out what to do with this pulp book, it is a little too delicate to sell, having deteriorated over time, the paper quality is brittle, and it is shredding, unfortunately at the end of its useful life. Such is the fate of analog reading material (as opposed to digital reading), it was produced for temporary mass consumption, and while it is rare, it is in poor condition.
But you may enjoy the order the line drawing depiction below given to "March", presumably to the death in the vast wilderness of Eastern Russia. We checked Emperor Pavel's biography and he was the son of Catherine the Great, which if you have seen the movie with Marlene Dietrich "The Scarlet Empress", would explain quite a bit about this eccentricity to compel his troops to march to oblivion.
We are task masters here at the My-Lynx Associates online store as well. While we would not engage in the pointless exercise of marching our crack troops into oblivion, if there is a book order pending in the hopper, we will demand that all measures be taken to quickly fill that order.
We don't care if it is dark or light, freezing cold or boiling hot (right now it is boiling hot in August in Texas), we command our shipping staff to gulp down some extra water rations and march to the local Post Office to ensure prompt delivery of your desired book, CD or DVD.
If necessary we will invoke the ominous Foreign Legion informal motto: "Marche ou Mort". And with their tongues turning dark from the blazing heat of the sun, they will trudge onward through the sand dunes and cacti.
And since this is the American West, the ever present carrion hunters, the vultures will circle endlessly looking for the stragglers who fall by the wayside. While it is but a short distance to the Post Office by motor carriage, the punishment for tardiness in fulfilling an order is to march onwards on foot in the glaring sunlight to meet the Postal Worker in his truck. If the truck is moving, they have standing instructions to run at a brisk pace to intercept the vehicle.
So let us suggest kindly dear readers that you order early in the day, your order will be fulfilled more quickly, and the staff will be most grateful for the courtesy.
“Right Turn! About Face! March to Siberia!”
According to the popular legend cited below in the drawing from a vintage pulp publication, (Ripley's circa 1930) they kept on marching and vanished into the wilderness never to be heard from again. With the Ripley's challenging rejoinder which runs something like "credible or maybe not so credible".
But another modern source on a website we found says that this is only a legend and further says that the troops got as far as Novogorod before the commander in charge of the troops was told to return. We are reviewing the publication, but there is a debate about whether to offer it for sale.
We are trying to figure out what to do with this pulp book, it is a little too delicate to sell, having deteriorated over time, the paper quality is brittle, and it is shredding, unfortunately at the end of its useful life. Such is the fate of analog reading material (as opposed to digital reading), it was produced for temporary mass consumption, and while it is rare, it is in poor condition.
But you may enjoy the order the line drawing depiction below given to "March", presumably to the death in the vast wilderness of Eastern Russia. We checked Emperor Pavel's biography and he was the son of Catherine the Great, which if you have seen the movie with Marlene Dietrich "The Scarlet Empress", would explain quite a bit about this eccentricity to compel his troops to march to oblivion.
We are task masters here at the My-Lynx Associates online store as well. While we would not engage in the pointless exercise of marching our crack troops into oblivion, if there is a book order pending in the hopper, we will demand that all measures be taken to quickly fill that order.
We don't care if it is dark or light, freezing cold or boiling hot (right now it is boiling hot in August in Texas), we command our shipping staff to gulp down some extra water rations and march to the local Post Office to ensure prompt delivery of your desired book, CD or DVD.
If necessary we will invoke the ominous Foreign Legion informal motto: "Marche ou Mort". And with their tongues turning dark from the blazing heat of the sun, they will trudge onward through the sand dunes and cacti.
And since this is the American West, the ever present carrion hunters, the vultures will circle endlessly looking for the stragglers who fall by the wayside. While it is but a short distance to the Post Office by motor carriage, the punishment for tardiness in fulfilling an order is to march onwards on foot in the glaring sunlight to meet the Postal Worker in his truck. If the truck is moving, they have standing instructions to run at a brisk pace to intercept the vehicle.
So let us suggest kindly dear readers that you order early in the day, your order will be fulfilled more quickly, and the staff will be most grateful for the courtesy.
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