Such droshkys are still to be seen in our town.

Stopping at the corner of the cathedral--for there were a number of carriages, and mounted police too, at the gates--the lady sprang out of the droshky and handed the driver four kopecks in silver.
"Isn't it enough, Vanya ?" she cried, seeing his grimace.

"It's all I've got," she added plaintively.
"Well, there, bless you.

I took you without fixing the price," said the driver with a hopeless gesture, and looking at her he added as though reflecting: "And it would be a sin to take advantage of you too." Then, thrusting his leather purse into his bosom, he touched up his horse and drove off, followed by the jeers of the drivers standing near.
Jeers, and wonder too, followed the lady as she made her way to the cathedral gates, between the carriages and the footmen waiting for their masters to come out.

And indeed, there certainly was something extraordinary and surprising to every one in such a person's suddenly appearing in the street among people.