Anthology of Russian literature from the earliest period to the present time, volume 1 (of 2) : $b From the tenth century to the close of the eighteenth centuryWiener, Leo
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Anthology of Russian literature from the earliest period to the present time, volume 1 (of 2) : $b From the tenth century to the close of the eighteenth century
Wiener, Leo
Russia -- Literary collections; Russian literature -- Translations into English
At table Prince Baryatínski remarked that during his stay in Sweden he
had heard that all the wearing apparel, sword, boots and everything
else that had belonged to King Charles XII. was preserved in the
arsenal. I retorted that in our Museum are preserved the wearing
apparel and other belongings of Peter the Great, but that we naturally
had more reason to keep these things than the Swedes, because the one
defended his country and brought it to a nourishing condition, while
the other had brought his to such ruin that even to the present day it
has not been resuscitated, and that, of course, not one intelligent
Swede could mention the name of Charles XII. without disgust. Prince
Sergyéich assented to this. Then the conversation turned to Keissler’s
travels, and then to the academic translators Teplóv, Golubtsóv and
Lébedev. I said that they knew and translated Russian well. The first
speaker remarked to that: “And yet they all died the same death,
namely, from drinking.” Thereupon the Grand Duke turned to me and said:
“Now, you hear that yourself. I suppose that is not a lie?” I answered
that I did not know them intimately, that I was not acquainted with
the manner of their demise, and that equally I did not know where that
gentleman got his information.
_February 28, 1765._--His Highness arose at eight o’clock. After having
dressed himself, he sat down to his customary studies. After his lesson
he looked with me carefully at the road map to Moscow, and recollected
where and how we passed the time on our last journey thither. I read to
his Highness Vertot’s _History of the Order of Maltese Knights_. Then
he amused himself with his toys, and, attaching to his cavalry the flag
of the admiralty, imagined himself a Maltese Knight. At ten o’clock we
sat down to breakfast. We spoke of Moscow and dramatic performances.
We were about to rise from table, when someone, I do not remember
who, asked for butter and cheese. The Grand Duke became angry at the
butler and said: “Why did you not put it on the table before?” and then
turning to us: “They simply steal the things for themselves!” We all
armed ourselves against the Grand Duke and told him in French how bad
it was to insult in this way a man of whom he could not know whether he
was guilty or not.
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