Solovyov in Tsarist Russia 1796.

Solovyov was in Odessa and certainly could not know in time the scene of the verbal battle between Balashov and Bagration at the Imperial State Council meeting in St. Petersburg.

He was concerned about the current situation of the Greeks. Romania and Greece essentially have different national attributes.

To be honest, the land of Wallachia became the territory of the Roman Empire during the reign of Trajan.

The Ottoman Empire, which still called itself the Roman Empire, could not help but regard the Russian invasion as an invasion by Dacia and Goths.

If the Goths invaded, the Roman emperor would also be grilled and suffer an unprecedented defeat.

As for the Greeks, their nobles were actually often called Phanarios, which included many of the ruling class involved in the Ottoman Empire. Finance, religion, and administration were always related to them.

There are still a large number of Greek settlements around the Aegean Sea. To be honest, the Greeks have been fond of the Black Sea, which is known as the "hospitable sea", since ancient times.

If you have studied maps related to ancient Greece, you will find that there are Greek colonial city-states and trading outlets all around the Black Sea. Even when Potemkin entered Crimea, there were still a large number of Greeks here.

For example, Balaclava.

Moreover, many Greek nobles were high-ranking officials in Russia, and they intermarried with Russian nobles.

In addition, Solovyov's good friend, the late Prince Mikhail Dolgorukov's surviving father, Prince Peter the Elder, once led volunteers to fight in Greece when he was young, so the relationship between Russia and the Greeks was relatively friendly.

Therefore, Solovyov always wanted to make a big move. His three-pronged attack actually became a two-pronged attack in terms of strategy. Kamensky the Younger's heavy troops took the main attack on the front, which also attracted the attention of the Ottoman army.

He himself would lead a detachment, just like when he fought in Sweden, to launch a surprise attack on Vidin, open up the transportation lines with the Serbs, then arm the Serbian army, and then he could choose to move south.

This plan also seems to be large-scale and somewhat feasible.

I just don’t know what Serbia’s attitude is at the moment.

If they have a bigger appetite, it will be difficult to deal with them at the negotiating table.

But on the Greek side, if a spark was ignited, it would soon cause a violent explosion, just like the Parthenon, which was used as a gunpowder depot and then destroyed.

When he thought of this, it was already late at night, and he had to light a lot of candles to ensure the brightness in the room.

"Okay, finally this part is done."

Then he was blinded by a pair of slender hands. The touch and the special smell of perfume must be Madame Récamier.

"Julie, why don't you go to bed at this time? If the child wakes up tomorrow morning, how will you take care of him?"

"There are maids to help take care of it, so you don't have to worry."

"What will you do if Clara wants to be fed?"

Madame Recamier loosened her hands, but she also sat down on Solovyov's thighs with some force.

"Katya feeds the two children by unbuttoning her clothes, putting the children on her stomach and letting them suck by themselves."

"Yeah, but you've only given birth to one baby, and you're so lazy. Are you going to try to breastfeed the baby while you sleep?"

"I really did that, Michelle. Sometimes in my dreams, I always feel like someone is rubbing my breasts."

"When we were in the same bed, I always touched your waist, thighs and buttocks. Your skin is really well maintained."

"Ah, that must have been the feeling when Clara was on my chest."

"Okay, go to bed early. We all have to get up early tomorrow, and you still have to take care of the children. I may have to prepare to leave in the next few days."

"You are leaving again. I am reluctant to let you go."

Madame Recamier is four years older than Solovyov, but when she acts like a spoiled child, she doesn’t care about her status as the “big sister”.

"You're here again, Julie. How could I bear to be apart from you? If there were no more war, we could build a villa on the beach in Yalta and we could all move in."

"Katya and I are enough. I know you have other women. If they move in together, Katya and I will have to keep them under control."

"I know you two are good friends, and you can exchange babies to feed each other, but don't do this. Besides, I belong to you these days. If you are willing to go to Craiova or Bucharest with me, you may have to suffer. Your beautiful feet are always not wearing socks, so your feet and shoes will be covered with mud. You have to take a bath every day. You should stay here."

"That's fine. Everyone here is French. But aren't you afraid that I'll get together with other men?"

"If they can write poetry, fight wars, make a lot of money, invent things, and are honorary members of the Academy of Sciences, then they are naturally qualified to compete with me. If not, you can maintain an ambiguous relationship with them. Isn't that how you chose men before we got together in Petersburg?"

"Ah, what you said does make some sense."

The little widow put on a cute show to attract Solovyov's attention.

"It's just that I want to be with you. If there is a chance, we can really go to Constantinople. I heard that the Sultan's palace is magnificent and there are ruins of the former Roman palace there."

She now undressed, with her beautiful legs in front of Solovyov and her arms around his neck.

"Let's have a passionate kiss so we can go to bed."

"Okay, Julie."

But she wanted to see Constantinople. Solovyov's love for his wife and lover never served a goal, nor did he focus his energy on military affairs.

It was an interesting idea, and he did want to see the Sultan's palace, but he also knew that neither Britain nor France would let Russia capture Constantinople easily, and might even try to stop it.

At the same time, there was also the threat posed by Napoleon on the European continent, which no one could ignore.

But if Madame Recamier wants to go somewhere else, I will try my best to satisfy her.

The Russian army did not have much time left, and he was waiting for orders, or at least a notification from St. Petersburg.

After some time, Duke Richelieu returned from the Crimea and resumed his post as Governor of Odessa, naturally freeing Solovyov from this post.

Clausewitz wrote to him saying that the repair work on the supply lines from Odessa to Galati, and from Galati to Bucharest and the legion's base had been largely completed, with only some finishing work left.

The section from Bucharest to Craiova still needs to be improved.

Along with the letter, there was also a map showing the current deployment of Kamensky Jr.

Soloviev also had to visit the Duke of Richelieu, and before that he had to familiarize himself with the contents of the map and make a good handover with the Duke. However, he always had to be familiar with the social procedures of the French, and it was inevitable that he would bring Mrs. Recamier to visit the Duke's official residence.

But when he returned to the bedroom, he saw his wife feeding Clara there.

"Ah, you saw the child lying in my arms like this, does it look like a painting?"

"How about I ask someone to draw your appearance?"

"That's too embarrassing. I'm not Bonaparte's sister, so she can be relaxed. If it were me, I wouldn't agree to it even if it was to show my maternal love."

People say she loves to show off her charm, but she is actually quite conservative at heart and doesn't want others to see the soles of her feet even when she is barefoot.

David has a work that shows a naked beauty sitting on a recliner. The soles of her feet are covered in mud, and her big feet look dirty. The composition is like the composition of a painting he made in the past for the young and beautiful Madame Récamier.

The lady held a grudge about this incident for a long time.

Although she thought she had a good figure, her legs were not that strong and her feet were not that big because she was usually lazy.

"Well, let's put Clara to bed later. We still have to go to the Duke of Richelieu."

"The Duke is a respectable man who never abandoned his frail wife."

"Not everyone is like him, Julie. I'll get you some clothes."

"You are really interesting. You always like to do things by yourself, and you even have servants at home."

"I can't be idle, and I still have a lot of things to do. Besides, the environment in Craiova may not be very good. I'm worried that you and Clara won't adapt to it. You should stay in Odessa."

"I want to go with you, Michelle."

Madame Recamier said this, and Solovyov knew what she was thinking.

Although she is just a mistress now, she is indeed very attracted to me.

"That will have to wait until the child is weaned. This war will continue for some time, even until it reaches Constantinople, and there is no guarantee that there will be peace."

Then, seeing that his daughter was full, he picked up Clara and stroked and kissed her cheek.

Compared to Katya's legitimate daughter, who was a "black-hearted woman" who only recognized her mother, this child went to Paris by herself shortly after she was born, but she was very close to her father.

It's outrageous that if he wants a little cotton-padded jacket, he has to ask his illegitimate daughter for compensation.

Then he hugged his wife again and kissed her again, completely ignoring the fact that his wife's heart was now open.

The only difference is that today he was wearing a black tuxedo and a top hat, but no medals.

"oops"

"That's it, Julie. The clothes are like this. What do you think of this white dress?"

"Please help me put on a corset, but don't make it too tight, this skirt is too loose."

Then, after dressing up, she becomes the charming salon hostess again.

In Odessa, Madame Recamier became the mistress of the family. It can only be said that those who are related to the Bonaparte family have this problem to some extent.

Napoleon himself had treated his mistress very highly when he was in Egypt, and if Paulina knew about this, she would probably be very jealous.

The Duke of Richelieu's residence was in the French settlement area, and when Solovyov came here, he could not avoid participating in the French banquets here.

He also saw Mrs. Langgelon, who was indeed not good-looking and even a little stout.

Langgeron is now in Bucharest. He had previously defeated the Turks who had attempted a shameless sneak attack by defeating a larger force with a smaller one.

However, his wife Solovyov could also understand that if he married such a wife, the dowry subsidized by her parents would definitely be larger.

This does not affect the fact that Langgeron also has a mistress outside, which is in line with the excellent matching mechanism of the French region.

Soloviev also met the Duke of Richelieu, but he did not expect that he was now dressed as a Turk.

"Your Excellency the Duke, are you going to hold a masquerade?"

"Obviously not, but in Odessa, we always have some special style displays at receptions like this one."

"It's a good thing you're French. If it were a Russian, someone would probably be blaming him right now."

"Like in the war with Bonaparte, when some people criticized French customs?"

"Yes, it is because I have more military achievements that I have not been criticized. If there is another fight in the future."

"Don't worry too much. At least now that Bonaparte has married the emperor's sister, he won't have any ideas for the time being."

"It's just that his ambition is too big. Even for such a great man with great abilities, it has exceeded his capabilities. I don't advocate those philosophical views that advocate superhuman will. On the contrary, on the battlefield, the decision-making power is always in the hands of people, and the same is true in politics, especially in diplomacy."

"But a country is not just made up of us masters, right?"

"I know that you are friends with Speransky and have some friendship with Count Stroganov. It is inevitable that you will share the same views as them."

“But the country needs serfs and workers, only in Russia”

"It's okay. This is Odessa. The local citizens respect me very much. There are more French people here, so there's no need to worry about any spies sending messages to Balashov. Besides, you're going to go to war too. You've been working hard as the acting governor here for the past few months."

"Your contribution to New Russia and Odessa is indeed great. This indelible contribution will be forever remembered by the citizens of Odessa. As a Russian, I am just a passer-by here."

"But your work is also excellent, and you and Mrs. Recamier are welcome to participate in this party. Julie, you are so beautiful. Your beauty has been heard from Paris to Petersburg, and now you have come to us again."

The Duke was of a gentle disposition and was also very good at speaking.

He just arranged Turkish-style dishes, and the reception hall also had some Ottoman style, so that
After hearing the Middle Eastern suona, Solovyov also realized that this kind of "New Dynasty Elegant Music" was very penetrating, whether he wanted to listen to it or not.

There may be some things to discuss at the reception. (End of this chapter)