. Historical memoirs of the Emperor Alexander I and the court of Russia. The reports ofthat action, so simple, so natural, were so exagger-ated that it was rumored abroad that I had followedmy brothers to the French army; that I had beenseen on the route to Moscow, playing the heroine,and riding a gray horse in the midst of the ranks,clad in a blue amazon. Several Russian militarymen assured me that they had been ordered to takeme prisoner. The marshal seemed almost weighed down withhis successes and the honors which he had receivedand the distinctions which came in from all direc-tions. He ha
. Historical memoirs of the Emperor Alexander I and the court of Russia. The reports ofthat action, so simple, so natural, were so exagger-ated that it was rumored abroad that I had followedmy brothers to the French army; that I had beenseen on the route to Moscow, playing the heroine,and riding a gray horse in the midst of the ranks,clad in a blue amazon. Several Russian militarymen assured me that they had been ordered to takeme prisoner. The marshal seemed almost weighed down withhis successes and the honors which he had receivedand the distinctions which came in from all direc-tions. He had just been made Prince of had a decoration with the portrait of the em-peror set in diamonds upon the blue cockade. Thegrand order of St. George had been promised he was unsatisfied, he said, for nothaving been able to make himself master of theperson of Napoleon. I observed on his table asuperb ministerial portfolio of black velvet, havingthe arms of France embroidered in gold on oneside, and the crest of Napoleon on the other. The i?4 s. GENERAL KOTOUSOFF. Emp eror Alexander I. marshal destined this portfolio for the PrincessKotousoff. A person of the company having hazarded someremark about the disasters of Moscow, What ! cried the grand marshal, the road from Moscowto Vilna is worth two Moscows ! ™5 Historical Memoirs of the CHAPTER X LITTLE by little tranquillity was again restoredin the town of Vilna; but what tranquillity!It is true that the chances of war were no more tobe feared, but the picture of suffering humanity wasconstantly before our eyes. We could not stir intothe streets without encountering the dead bodies ofthe French soldiers, either frozen to death or mur-dered by the Jews, who had killed them to get theirwatches, money, or any other articles which theyhad about them. The slightest thaw showed tracesof blood on the pavements and even in the portescochères of some of our houses. Jewish women andeven children were seen robbi
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