The Princess Tarakanova: A Dark Chapter of Russian HistoryDanilevskii, G. P. (Grigorii Petrovich)
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The Princess Tarakanova: A Dark Chapter of Russian History
Danilevskii, G. P. (Grigorii Petrovich)
Tarakanova, Elizaveta, 1745-1775 -- Fiction
The whole party went down to the sea-shore. Count Alexis Gregorevitch
was specially respectful to the Princess. He himself placed her shawl
on her shoulders, and taking her parasol from the hands of her maid,
opened it, and, walking by her side, shielded her from the sun, all the
while whispering in her ears the most passionate protestations of love.
The whole crowd of spectators collected on the sea-shore looked
admiringly at his general’s uniform of dark green with red facings, all
covered with gold embroidery, which adorned his splendid figure, and on
all sides we could hear cries of “_Vivat_,” mixed with whispers of “Oh!
what a couple!”
They all took their places in the boats and barges standing ready
by the sea-shore. The Princess seated herself in a splendid gilded
barge, ornamented and arranged with imperial luxury. The wives of
Admiral Greig and of the English consul took their places by her
side. The count went with the Admiral, and I with the retinue of the
Princess. The barge floated in the direction of the Russian flotilla.
We were received by the squadron with the greatest pomp. Flags waved
everywhere. The officers in their brightest uniforms stood at their
posts; the sailors at the masts. From all the ships floated the most
delicious music. The waves gently rocked us. The receding shore was
covered with spectators.
As we touched the admiral’s ship, the _Three Hierarchs_, a splendid
gilt arm-chair was let down, in which first of all the Princess was
pulled up, and then the other ladies. We mounted the trap. The ladies
had hardly stepped on deck, when from all sides came cries of “Hurrah!”
and cannon were fired. The sight was splendid. The spectators in the
streets and on shore merrily waved their hats and handkerchiefs. All
were in high expectation that Orloff would conduct the manœuvres, and,
to make the illusion more complete, would burn some old useless ship. A
great many glasses were pointed at us from the shore. Dozens of little
boats, filled with onlookers, started from the shore in the direction
of our ship. On board the _Three Hierarchs_ there seemed to be great
commotion. The whole staff of the admiral’s servants were running to
and fro, with trays loaded with wine, bon-bons, and fruit. There was
dancing in the saloon. The younger gentlemen and ladies were dancing
with all their heart the _contre-danse_ and _cotillon_. The wives of
the admiral and consul surrounded the Princess with little attentions.
The ladies were soon invited into a special cabin, where presently
they were joined by the count and the admiral, who were busily talking
together. The latter seemed quite out of sorts, and very gloomy.
“They are going to marry the count and the Princess,” I heard one of
the officers whisper to another.
I was dumbfounded.
“But why here?” asked the one to whom the question was addressed. “Why
all this mystery, all this haste?”
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