The man had travelled in Italy and married a Roman Catholic. He was
forty years old and of high birth, yet he was compelled to enter the
company of Anne’s pages and buffoons. When his wife at length
died, Anne said that she would choose a second for him, and she selected
a coarse and ugly Kalmuck woman from the uncivilised fringe of her
Empire. The wedding must be not merely public, but of a nature to
attract the attention of the whole of Russia to his disgrace, and
specimens of all the backward peoples of the Empire were summoned to it.
A long procession of Finns, Lapps, Samoyedes, etc., riding in carts
drawn by pigs or reindeer or other unusual animals, preceded the
miserable groom and his bride, who rode on an elephant, to the church.
All St. Petersburg turned out to see it. In the evening a large banquet
was served to the guests, and the wedded pair then went to the house
which had been made for them. It was the month of February, and a house
had been cut out of solid ice. Cannons of ice exploded at the door, all
the furniture was of ice, and the unfortunate noble and his hideous
companion were enclosed for the night in a room, and upon a bed, of
naked ice. This was in the very year of the Empress’s death.
Anne was scarcely less to blame for the conduct of her favourite. While
Russia groaned under her taxes, his wealth grew to a colossal fortune.
His wife’s diamonds alone were valued at three million rubles. His
stables, his plate, his palaces, were amongst the most superb in Europe.
This wealth was notoriously amassed by corruption and protected by a
system of spies and bullies. In his Duchy of Courland, which he obtained
in 1737 by bribing the electors, his name spelt terror to the poor folk
from whom he had sprung. In Russia itself he ruled by the knout and the
executioner. In 1739 he felt that the Dolgorukis were not quite beyond
the power of making mischief, if the Empress died, and he dragged them
from their exiles and had a fresh trial. One was broken on the wheel,
two were beheaded, and others were imprisoned for life. In the following
year he was insulted in the Council by a certain Voluinsky, whom he had
adopted, but who had turned against him. The man must be broken or he
would himself leave the country, he told the Empress. She sadly
consented, and the man was taken to a scaffold which bore instruments so
horrible that his robust nerve gave way. At the last moment the Empress
benevolently commuted his sentence; he merely lost his right hand and
his head. His companions lost their heads or their tongues, or joined
the melancholy colony in Siberia.
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