Solovyov in Tsarist Russia 1796.

Chapter 308 010 In Petersburg the topic is always about Paris
Spring is here, and it's probably that time of year again, but in Russia everything comes a little late, and the nights are relatively long, so there's a feeling that there's always nothing to do in winter.

So, whether in St. Petersburg or Moscow, the entertainment activities of the nobles remained the same.

But if you go to the countryside, the only major event you can see will be the unlimited fighting tournament on Maslenitsa.

The last time of the year, the snow war, has passed.

Therefore, there is still a sense of silence in the countryside, but the city is always noisy.

Of course, Solovyov felt that he was getting into more and more troubles. Fortunately, there was Madame Recamier. Although she was the hostess of a Paris salon, she did not cause as much trouble as those women who came from various French colonial islands.

"That's it now, Michelle, why are you so serious?"

"Speaking of which, Julie, what I'm worried about is that under the inevitable state, based on the current situation, the measures we take may produce an interesting result. I'm still very young, not even 24 years old. If this continues, I have to prepare an annual pension of 3000 rubles per person per year."

"It doesn't matter. It's not like you'll have a child every time. You should know that yourself."

However, Solovyov knew a lot of "humorous" things, such as the fat Crown Prince George, who only had sex with his wife three times in two days, and then had Princess Charlotte.

Although he and Louisa did not cause any death in Sweden, they were quite productive, and he was still very young. He might end up like Prince Alexander Kurakin in the future. Of course, he still wanted to get married, unlike the single old nobleman.

Although his lovers were able to raise their children on their own, girls always needed dowries when they got married, and more things were waiting to come.

In short, he himself was under pressure. These children knew who their father was, and they didn't want their father to be just a playboy who could deceive noble ladies. Instead, they hoped that their father was a hero.

Of course, he himself was in St. Petersburg, serving as an attendant to the Guards and the Tsar, and he also had some thoughts of making great achievements.

Some of those who are not as capable as him but have much better family backgrounds than him can already become generals at this age, and can even lead troops to the battlefield.

Since he followed Suvorov on the expedition, he had obviously wasted a lot of time during the two years abroad. Even though Alexander promoted him to a higher rank, his progress is still a little behind now.

If you want to make up for this gap, you have to wait until the war starts. This is a life-threatening task, and it is not that easy.

"The topic of conversation in Petersburg lately has always been Paris. You Russians are really interesting. You are always interested in Paris."

"Julie, have you ever been to Count Stroganov's house?"

"That handsome man, if he wasn't married, I would have pursued him madly."

It is quite normal for Madame Recamier to say that. After seeing Count Pavel's appearance, you have to give him a very high evaluation. In the same portrait, others need the painter's modification, but if he is modified, he will be too handsome.

Moreover, she was obsessed with love, not because the Count's family was the richest in Russia at present, this needs to be emphasized. Even if the property left to her by her husband was reduced, Madame Recamier was still a young widow with a rather exaggerated inheritance.

"But he was arranged to marry by the old count and returned to Russia from Paris. And you have been in Paris for so long, don't you know that the count was once the secretary of the Jacobin Club?"

"Then he must have used an alias, and his father must have been a friend of Mr. Voltaire."

"That's right, Julie, you are really smart. You made the connection so quickly."

As for the old countess who ran off with a pretty boy, Mr. Voltaire once left some golden words in praise of her, and she still had some fame in Paris.

"No wonder he speaks French very well, but not as friendly as you do. How do you manage to speak French with an accent like someone from around Marseille?"

"Well, my teacher had a Marseille accent," Solovyov had no choice but to deal with this nosy man. "Then when I went to France, the accent was modified and adjusted a little bit, after all, I actually went to Marseille and Saint-Tropez."

"That's no wonder. If you disguise yourself well and say you are French, people will believe you."

"But ma'am, do you know a joke?"

"What's the joke? You're good at telling jokes, but it's a little unpopular."

Of course, the lady's behavior of hugging his arm and rubbing it against herself, actively letting herself be molested, was really a bit scary.

"But, Julie, don't do this either."

"Well, I've given you enough rewards for today, you cunning little fox."

But it is obvious that this lady is more like a white fox.
"I haven't finished the joke yet."

"Hurry up, it's time to go to bed."

Fortunately, Solovyov moved out to live alone. If he was still in his new home on the Moika Canal, it would have been more troublesome.

"Well, France always needs foreigners and women to save it. This should always happen in history."

But later, a foreign short man really married an Italian woman, which made things worse for France.

"I also want to hear what kind of theory you have."

Then, Solovyov actually listed some famous people in French history. These people may not be very famous now or in the future, but they do meet this screening criteria.

"So, although some people always say that the Corsican is a usurper, he did not directly seize power from the royal family."

After all, he is the eldest uncle and the child's second uncle, so he should be careful with his words.

"That mysterious foreigner who haunts Polina's mansion, could it be you?"

"Julie, why do you have such speculation?"

"It's simple, Michelle, through a woman's intuition."

The women Solovyov had met in the past were probably not as difficult as this lady, and they always brought trouble. Fortunately, she still liked him very much. It seemed that she was different from the men who shared friendship here. She didn't care what her lover was like outside, as long as he treated her wholeheartedly in front of her. Speaking of which, there were many young writers who often visited Mrs. Recamier's literary salon later, but she was more concerned about Chabdorion, but they were not familiar with each other now.

Because of her current experience, this lady seems to be mentally unstable, and her behavior in St. Petersburg is somewhat strange.

As for his intuition, he didn't think it mattered after hearing it, because he was controlled by Madame Récamier anyway.

"That's the problem, but what I stated is also the truth. If Louis XVI could set up cannons in the square, I don't think the mob would invite him back to the Tuileries Palace. Besides, this king had a good reputation, but he messed up the problem himself, and there were many insects in the royal party."

He pointed to a prominent scar on his shoulder, a mark left by Cadoudal, the royalist leader of the Vendée.

Of course, this person was also killed by him with a hand gun.

In general, Solovyov still supports a gradual transition in this era, mainly because of the camp he is in and the limitations of his personal power, so there is really nothing he can do about it.

His starting point can ensure that he can move forward steadily without getting into trouble.

However, he always gets involved in various events actively or passively, and the life of the nobles is not easy. If you have no money, even if you are a good person who has liberated the serfs, when you are in debt, the liberated peasants in your manor will suffer as well.

He thought about how his current burden was also very complicated. It could be said that he had come into contact with people from the top to the bottom.

"I suppose so, except that he is a rather rude fellow, while his brothers are not."

If you say so, it is not wrong. When there are many children in a family, there will inevitably be one eccentric one who is different from the others.

"But now you are in Petersburg, and what we should pay attention to is always Paris. Go to sleep, and I am sleepy too."

He also started to yawn at this moment. To be honest, tomorrow was a day off. He always went out to participate in activities the day before his day off, so that no one would bother him.

As for Madame Recamier, she also felt a little sleepy, and she had made up her mind not to talk about political issues all the time in the future, as it would inevitably cause trouble.

Her husband was sent to the guillotine, which was more or less the butterfly effect brought about by Solovyov's attack on his friendly forces. Of course, neither of the two parties involved was quite aware of it.

One is that I don’t have a bird’s-eye view, and the other is, as for Mr. Récamier, I’m sorry, I’m not familiar with him at all.

The bankers of this era were far less famous than the politicians and soldiers, and were not even as famous as his wife. Madame Récamier's beauty was immortalized through the art of painting, no matter whether she wore more clothes or less clothes.

Of course, Solovyov had no idea what the lady liked about him.

The meals in the lady's apartment were very exquisite. When Solovyov woke up the next morning, he found that the lady was still in bed.

She is obviously older than me, but she is so lazy.

However, don't lift the quilt and disturb her sweet dreams.

Solovyov also wrapped her up tightly, but he had to dress neatly himself.

"Don't leave, Michelle. Come and have breakfast with me."

Just a little movement would still wake her up.

"You'd better wrap yourself tightly in the quilt, otherwise you will catch a cold. This nightgown can't even cover your thighs. It's easy to catch a cold."

Although she was inexperienced, the clothes she wore were quite interesting.

Moreover, her legs are not flawless like Polina's, and her figure is very perfect, which any man with taste will like.

Of course, she was not as ridiculous as Polina. She was still very sensible. After changing her clothes, she came to the restaurant.

"It's inevitable that the heating will be better in the morning. If you add too much carbon at night, I'm afraid you'll end up like Brutus' wife."

"Julie, why do you say that?"

"You should be familiar with Roman figures, even if it's just some scraps."

Madame Récamier is talking about Brutus' second wife, the daughter of Cato the Younger, who committed suicide by burning charcoal after Brutus was defeated.

However, by the 19th century, people gradually became aware of the dangers of carbon monoxide poisoning, and this apartment was heated by burning charcoal instead of the heating pipes in the palace.

Even heating pipes are bound to cause some trouble and pose a greater fire hazard.

"Of course I know, but this is a little unconventional. If I say that Cassius' wife is Brutus' sister, but another sister married Lepidus, one of the Three Heads, then I should have found the reason why Seville has never been retaliated."

This time, he also mentioned Caesar's mistress.

"And the woman Cassius married lived until the time of Tiberius, and at her funeral people were able to remember the two people, Brutus and Cassius."

This old widow did so many good deeds that she died at the age of 97, causing the Romans to be unable to forget her reputation. At her funeral, there were even memorials about the two assassins.

Tiberius and his mother, Augustus' wife Livia, had to admit this.

"Nowadays, these people always talk about Brutus, Brutus, but they don't think about the fact that a more bloody tyrant will come later. As for Shakespeare's plays, the British also like to promote Rome, but they don't think about the fact that it was Caesar's tolerance that gave these assassins the opportunity. The tyrants who came later would only be more brutal, or even choose to wipe out the roots, and this is how the vicious cycle comes. Therefore, I don't like to talk about the Senate or the traditional order. The times must develop, otherwise there would not be the Gracchi brothers, Marius, Sulla and Caesar, and finally Octavian, the sacred Augustus. The times must always develop."

Of course, when Madame Récamier listened to his long speeches, she was still a good listener who listened attentively, and she even admired this "cute little brother" a little bit. After all, when he started to show off his knowledge and cite classics, it was very interesting.

That's it. Solovyov cannot throw out historical materialism. This era should be the last era when the heroic historical view is the mainstream, and he cannot speak nonsense.

That was all, the portion and taste of the breakfast were just right, and then he continued his long speech.

(End of this chapter)