Recollections of My Childhood and Youth

It is biographical book. As I was walking along the street one day with my father, he exclaimed: 'There is the King!' I looked at the open carriage, but saw nothing noticeable there, so fixed my attention upon the coachman, dressed in red, and the footman's plumed hat. 'The King wasn't there!' 'Yes, indeed he was--he was in the carriage'. 'Was that the King? He didn't look at all remarkable--he had no crown on'. 'The King is a handsome man', said Father. 'But he only puts on his state clothes when he drives to the Supreme Court'. So we went one day to see the King drive to the Supreme Court. A crowd of people were standing waiting at the Naval Church. Then came the procession. How splendid it was! There were runners in front of the horses, with white silk stockings and regular flower-pots on their heads; I had never seen anything like it; and there were postillions riding on the horses in front of the carriage. I quite forgot to look inside the carriage and barely caught a glimpse of the King.