He had just entered, wearing an embroidered court uniform, knee breeches, and shoes, and had stars on his breast and a serene expression on his flat face. “Heavens! what a virulent attack!” replied the prince, not in the least disconcerted by this reception. “If you have nothing better to do, Count (or Prince), and if the prospect of spending an evening with a poor invalid is not too terrible, I shall be very charmed to see you tonight between 7 and 10-Annette Schérer.” Petersburg, used only by the elite.Īll her invitations without exception, written in French, and delivered by a scarlet-liveried footman that morning, ran as follows: She was, as she said, suffering from la grippe grippe being then a new word in St. Anna Pávlovna had had a cough for some days.
With these words she greeted Prince Vasíli Kurágin, a man of high rank and importance, who was the first to arrive at her reception. It was in July, 1805, and the speaker was the well-known Anna Pávlovna Schérer, maid of honor and favorite of the Empress Márya Fëdorovna.
But I warn you, if you don’t tell me that this means war, if you still try to defend the infamies and horrors perpetrated by that Antichrist-I really believe he is Antichrist-I will have nothing more to do with you and you are no longer my friend, no longer my ‘faithful slave,’ as you call yourself! But how do you do? I see I have frightened you-sit down and tell me all the news.” “Well, Prince, so Genoa and Lucca are now just family estates of the Buonapartes.
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