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'Well, Prince, so Genoa and Lucca are now just family estates of the
Buonapartes. But I warn you, if you don't tell me that this means war, if you
still try to defend the infamies and horrors perpetrated by that Antichrist—I
really believe he is Antichrist—I will have nothing more to do with you and
you are no longer my friend, no longer my 'faithful slave,' as you call yourself!
But how do you do? I see I have frightened you—sit down and tell me all the
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It was in July, 1805, and the speaker was the well-known Anna Pavlovna
Scherer, maid of honor and favorite of the Empress Marya Fedorovna. With
these words she greeted Prince Vasili Kuragin, a man of high rank and
importance, who was the first to arrive at her reception. Anna Pavlovna had
had a cough for some days. She was, as she said, suffering from la grippe;
grippe being then a new word in St. Petersburg, used only by the elite.
All her invitations without exception, written in French, and delivered by a
scarlet-liveried footman that morning, ran as follows:
'If you have nothing better to do, Count (or Prince), and if the prospect of
spending an evening with a poor invalid is not too terrible, I shall be very
charmed to see you tonight between 7 and 10—Annette Scherer.'
'Heavens! what a virulent attack!' replied the prince, not in the least
disconcerted by this reception. He had just entered, wearing an embroidered
court uniform, knee breeches, and shoes, and had stars on his breast and a
serene expression on his flat face. He spoke in that refined French in which
our grandfathers not only spoke but thought, and with the gentle, patronizing
intonation natural to a man of importance who had grown old in society and at
court. He went up to Anna Pavlovna, kissed her hand, presenting to her his
bald, scented, and shining head, and complacently seated himself on the sofa.
'First of all, dear friend, tell me how you are. Set your friend's mind at rest,'
said he without altering his tone, beneath the politeness and affected sympathy
of which indifference and even irony could be discerned.
'Can one be well while suffering morally? Can one be calm in times like these
if one has any feeling?' said Anna Pavlovna. 'You are staying the whole
evening, I hope?'
'And the fete at the English ambassador's? Today is Wednesday. I must put in
an appearance there,' said the prince. 'My daughter is coming for me to take
'I thought today's fete had been canceled. I confess all these festivities and
fireworks are becoming wearisome.'
'If they had known that you wished it, the entertainment would have been put
off,' said the prince, who, like a wound-up clock, by force of habit said things
he did not even wish to be believed.
'Don't tease! Well, and what has been decided about Novosiltsev's dispatch?
You know everything.'
'What can one say about it?' replied the prince in a cold, listless tone. 'What
has been decided? They have decided that Buonaparte has burnt his boats, and
I believe that we are ready to burn ours.'
Prince Vasili always spoke languidly, like an actor repeating a stale part. Anna
Pavlovna Scherer on the contrary, despite her forty years, overflowed with
animation and impulsiveness. To be an enthusiast had become her social
vocation and, sometimes even when she did not feel like it, she became
enthusiastic in order not to disappoint the expectations of those who knew her.
The subdued smile which, though it did not suit her faded features, always
played round her lips expressed, as in a spoiled child, a continual
consciousness of her charming defect, which she neither wished, nor could,
nor considered it necessary, to correct.
In the midst of a conversation on political matters Anna Pavlovna burst out:
'Oh, don't speak to me of Austria. Perhaps I don't understand things, but
Austria never has wished, and does not wish, for war. She is betraying us!
Russia alone must save Europe. Our gracious sovereign recognizes his high
vocation and will be true to it. That is the one thing I have faith in! Our good
and wonderful sovereign has to perform the noblest role on earth, and he is so
virtuous and noble that God will not forsake him. He will fulfill his vocation
and crush the hydra of revolution, which has become more terrible than ever in
the person of this murderer and villain! We alone must avenge the blood of the
just one.... Whom, I ask you, can we rely on?... England with her commercial
spirit will not and cannot understand the Emperor Alexander's loftiness of
soul. She has refused to evacuate Malta. She wanted to find, and still seeks,
some secret motive in our actions. What answer did Novosiltsev get? None.
The English have not understood and cannot understand the self-abnegation of
our Emperor who wants nothing for himself, but only desires the good of
mankind. And what have they promised? Nothing! And what little they have
promised they will not perform! Prussia has always declared that Buonaparte
is invincible, and that all Europe is powerless before him.... And I don't
believe a word that Hardenburg says, or Haugwitz either. This famous
Prussian neutrality is just a trap. I have faith only in God and the lofty destiny
of our adored monarch. He will save Europe!'
She suddenly paused, smiling at her own impetuosity.
'I think,' said the prince with a smile, 'that if you had been sent instead of our
dear Wintzingerode you would have captured the King of Prussia's consent by
assault. You are so eloquent. Will you give me a cup of tea?'
'In a moment. A propos,' she added, becoming calm again, 'I am expecting
two very interesting men tonight, le Vicomte de Mortemart, who is connected
with the Montmorencys through the Rohans, one of the best French families.
He is one of the genuine emigres, the good ones. And also the Abbe Morio.
Do you know that profound thinker? He has been received by the Emperor.
Had you heard?'
'I shall be delighted to meet them,' said the prince. 'But tell me,' he added
with studied carelessness as if it had only just occurred to him, though the
question he was about to ask was the chief motive of his visit, 'is it true that
the Dowager Empress wants Baron Funke to be appointed first secretary at
Vienna? The baron by all accounts is a poor creature.'
Prince Vasili wished to obtain this post for his son, but others were trying
through the Dowager Empress Marya Fedorovna to secure it for the baron.
Anna Pavlovna almost closed her eyes to indicate that neither she nor anyone
else had a right to criticize what the Empress desired or was pleased with.
'Baron Funke has been recommended to the Dowager Empress by her sister,'
was all she said, in a dry and mournful tone.
As she named the Empress, Anna Pavlovna's face suddenly assumed an
expression of profound and sincere devotion and respect mingled with
sadness, and this occurred every time she mentioned her illustrious patroness.
She added that Her Majesty had deigned to show Baron Funke beaucoup
d'estime, and again her face clouded over with sadness.
The prince was silent and looked indifferent. But, with the womanly and
courtierlike quickness and tact habitual to her, Anna P
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