Catherine, the coup of 1762, and the letter she didn’t write
“I began to take gloomier views of things, and to look for more hidden and interested motives in the occurrences around me.”
Catherine II, Memoirs, on reading the Annals of Tacitus in the winter of 1754; 1859 edition
In the winter after her son was taken from her, a grand duchess read the Annals and reported a revolution in her brain. Seven years later she took a throne and managed three documents about it. A fourth was found in her cabinet after her death, and it may not have been there.
In the winter of 1754 a grand duchess of twenty-five read what she could get. She had given birth in September, and the Empress had taken the child away within the hour to raise herself; the mother was not consulted again about him for weeks. She had the winter and a room. In the memoir she wrote decades later she lists the reading in order, and the order matters: as many Russian works as she could procure, among them two immense volumes of Baronius in Russian translation; then she lit upon the Esprit des Lois of Montesquieu; “after which I read the annals of Tacitus, which caused a singular revolution in my brain, to which, perhaps, the melancholy cast of my thoughts at this period contributed not a little. I began to take gloomier views of things, and to look for more hidden and interested motives in the occurrences around me.”
That is the whole of what she says about Tacitus. It is one sentence and a half, and it is not the sentence a biographer would write for her. It says nothing about power, nothing about the guard, nothing about how thrones change hands. It describes a change in how she read. From that winter, she says, she assumed that behind any occurrence there was a motive, and that the motive was interested, and that it was hidden.
Introduction
The Annals open on a succession. Augustus is dead and Tiberius, who has been his colleague in everything, does not yet call himself emperor. The oath is taken first by the consuls, then by the prefects of the guard and the grain supply, then by the Senate, the army and the people. In Rome, Tacitus writes, consuls, senators and knights rushed into slavery, the more exalted the man the greater his hypocrisy and his haste, tears blended with joy and regret with adulation. Tiberius speaks of the weight of empire and his own inadequacy, in words more dignified than convincing, and the senators, whose one fear is to seem to understand him, stretch their hands to heaven, to the effigy of Augustus, to his knees. He wants, Tacitus says, to appear the called and chosen of the state rather than an interloper who had wormed his way in through a wife’s intrigues. Every act in the passage was public and every act had a reason behind it that the historian supplies. That is the book she read.
A rule, stated once. Tacitus was on every educated shelf at that court, and reading him explains no coup, or it explains all of them. This essay does not claim that the Annals caused what happened in June 1762. It claims something smaller and checkable: that she told us what the book did to her, that what it did was make her a certain kind of reader, and that a reader of that kind, when she came to have a record of her own, would know exactly what a later reader would look for in it. Tacitus is the shape of the record here, not the cause of the event. Cicero, on this site, was a man deciding what to write; Seneca, in “Another Man’s Eloquence,” a man deciding whose. Catherine is a reader deciding what will be read.
She managed three documents about the coup, and a fourth was found among her papers after she died. What follows is those four, in Tacitus, in her own hand, in Bain, in Herzen and in one modern Russian archivist, with one guess, graded.
I
Necessity
Her own account, written five weeks later, begins at six in the morning on the twenty-eighth of June. She was asleep at Peterhof. Alexis Orlov entered her room, woke her, and said very quietly, “It is time to get up; everything is prepared for proclaiming you.” The night before had been spent in anxiety, since she knew everything that was being prepared, and one of the conspirators, Passek, had been arrested the previous evening. She dressed and got into the carriage. At the Izmailovsky barracks twelve men and a drummer met her; the regiment swore. Then the Semenovsky, then the Kazan cathedral and the archbishop, then the Winter Palace, where the Senate and Synod were waiting to sign what the regiments had done. By noon the thing had a warrant, and the warrant had come last.
The manifesto printed that day gives the reason. To all true sons of the Russian fatherland, it says, it had become evident what danger to the whole state was beginning in deed: the Orthodox faith felt itself shaken and its traditions threatened; the glory of Russian arms, raised so high by victory, had been given away in a peace; and therefore, being convinced of the danger to all her faithful subjects, and seeing their clear and sincere desire, she was compelled, with God’s help, to ascend the throne. We were compelled. The grammar of the document is the grammar Tacitus gave Tiberius: the taking written in the passive voice, as a thing that had to be, by a person on whom it was pressed. The guard first, the institutions after, and the sovereign presenting herself as the instrument of a necessity that others had felt before she did. It is not the shape of a coup because she had read the Annals. It is the shape every such document takes, and the point is that she knew, better than most of the people who signed it, what a reader would later make of that shape.
Hers was not the only first account. Princess Dashkova, nineteen that summer, wrote her own memoir, and its chapter on the day claims the carriage and the urging: young Orlov came to her, she had the foresight to have a carriage ready, she pressed for the Empress’s immediate presence in the capital. Catherine’s letter has a sentence for her. The princess, it says, though she ascribes to herself all the honour of the affair on the ground that she was acquainted with some of the principal actors, was in fact held under suspicion the whole time, partly for her family and partly for her nineteen years. Two accounts, each first, each written by a party with a reason, and each already reading the other the way Tacitus reads a senator.
II
Colic
Peter surrendered at Oranienbaum without a shot. He signed an abdication. She sent him, in the letter’s words, to Ropsha, twenty-five versts from Peterhof, under the command of Alexis Orlov, with four chosen officers and a detachment of quiet and sober men. That is the last sentence of the letter in which he is alive and she is in charge of the prose.
He died on the sixth of July. The manifesto that announced it named the cause, hemorrhoidal colic. The empire was asked to accept a diagnosis, and it did, in the sense that nobody was in a position to refuse it. Then the letter to Warsaw gives the same death to a different reader. The hemorrhoidal colic, it says, came on again, accompanied by delirium; he was two days in that condition, then in excessive weakness, and notwithstanding the physicians he at last sank, demanding a Lutheran clergyman. And then a sentence the manifesto could not contain. She had feared, she writes, that the officers had poisoned him, and she ordered the body opened; it showed no trace of poison. “His heart was excessively small, and also dried up.”
What the two texts share is the diagnosis. What they differ in is the audience and the surplus. To the empire, colic. To her lover, colic, and an autopsy she ordered against her own guards, and a heart. Modern accounts treat the death as almost certainly violent, and it has never been proven so, and the essay claims no more than that. But notice what the autopsy is for, in her telling. It is not there to establish the colic. It is there to rule out the one crime she says she suspected her own men of, and to rule it out in a form that could be shown. The reader of Tacitus, writing a private letter, supplies the hidden and interested motive herself, gives it to the officers, and then reports the examination that cleared them. She is already writing for the doubter.
III
The letter she wrote
The letter to Stanislaw Poniatowski is dated the second of August, five weeks after the coup, and it is the primary source for that day. Historians have relied on it ever since because there is nothing like it: hour by hour, in her hand, brisk, unornamented, with names and regiments and times, the kind of account a participant writes when the events are still arranged in her memory as a sequence rather than a story. The 1859 edition of her memoirs prints it in an appendix, abridged; the fuller text opens with a sentence the appendix omits, and the sentence tells you what the letter is for. She is sending Count Keyserling at once as envoy to Poland to make him king when the present king dies. Then the narrative. Then, near the end, in our rendering of the Russian text of her French: minds here are still in ferment, and so, to avoid worse disorder, I ask you to refrain from coming here. Then a promise to do everything for him and his family. The letter, on its own account, is a gift, a report, and an instruction to stay away.
That is its stated purpose, and the essay has to read past it to make the guess it wants to make. So the guess is stated as a wager, and the reading past is admitted.
That the letter was a Tacitean act: the record of a taking, written first, in full, by the party with the reason, so that no doubter coming later could tell it worse than she had told it herself. A woman who had learned in 1754 to look for hidden and interested motives behind every occurrence would know that her own occurrence would be read that way, and the letter reads as if written by someone who knew it: it names the conspirators, gives the arrest, admits the anxiety, records the suspicion of her own officers and the autopsy. It hides almost nothing, which is what a reader of Tacitus would do if she wanted nothing found.
It cannot climb, for three reasons. The letter has a lover for its addressee and a crown in its first sentence; whatever else it is, it is a letter to a man she is about to reward and keep at a distance, and its own instruction is not “remember this” but “do not come.” Second, the sentence in the memoir describes her reading, not her writing; to look for motives is not the same act as to supply them, and the essay is substituting one for the other. Third, the letter tells him colic. A record written to disarm the doubter does not carry the diagnosis the doubter will doubt. The rival reading, printed at full strength: she wrote to tell him it was done, that it was done without him, and that his part in what came next was to be grateful in Poland. The vanity of the lover and the calculation of the historian sit side by side in the same pages. In her, the record suggests, they were never mutually exclusive.
IV
The letter she didn’t
Some hours after her death in November 1796, Herzen writes in the preface to the memoirs he published in London in 1858, her son ordered Count Rostopchin to seal her papers, and was himself present when they were arranged. Among them, Herzen says, was found the celebrated letter of Alexis Orlov, in which, “in a cynical tone and with a drunken hand,” he announced to the Empress the assassination of her husband. Herzen is working from a notice communicated to him, and says so; the scene is secondhand. But the sentence is a fact about the record in its own right. In 1858, twenty-three years before anyone printed the letter, it was already celebrated and already drunk.
Bain, in 1902, gives it in English from the 1881 printing and calls its authenticity indisputable. The original, he says, was destroyed by Paul, but Rostopchin, in whose hands it remained for a quarter of an hour, took a copy beforehand. The letter, in Bain’s rendering, begins: “Matyushka, most merciful Gosudaruinya, how can I explain, describe what has happened?” It says that he is no more; that nobody meant it, and what were they thinking of, to raise their hands against their sovereign; that there was a quarrel at table; that “I myself don’t remember what we did, but the whole lot of us are guilty and worthy of punishment.” It asks her to forgive them or to have them finished quickly. An accident at table, confessed by a man who says he cannot remember it. If the letter is his, it clears her of premeditation, and it has done so, for readers of every persuasion, since 1881.
Here is what the archive says when it is asked directly. Oleg Ivanov, working in the state archive at the end of the last century, found two letters from Alexei Orlov at Ropsha in the originals, both in his hand, both about the prisoner’s health and his demands. On the folder that held them, Dmitry Bludov, who catalogued Catherine’s secret papers for Nicholas I in 1825, had written: two letters of Count A. G. Orlov to the Empress Catherine, in the last of which he informs her of the death of Peter III. Two. The second announces the death. The third, the confession, exists in no original and in no hand but Rostopchin’s; and the note Rostopchin attached to his copy, when he sent it abroad, is the only witness to its effect on Paul, whom it records as saying, on reading it, thank God. Ivanov adds a detail of the kind this site keeps a column for. The letter as printed in 1911 contains a sentence the 1881 printing does not: we were drunk, and so was he. In 1858 Herzen had described a drunken hand, which is a remark about handwriting. By 1911 the drink was in the text. The confession got drunker as it aged.
Suppose the third letter is Rostopchin’s. Who did it serve? The obvious answer is Catherine: a confession of accident is an acquittal of her order, and if a courtier of Paul’s made it, the effect was to clear the mother in the son’s eyes. But the same year, Paul had his father’s coffin raised from the Nevsky monastery and carried in state to lie beside hers, and he ordered Alexei Orlov to walk before it carrying the crown. A letter in which Orlov confesses a killing damns Orlov first; if it cleared Catherine, it cleared her by the way. Ivanov names no forger and no motive; he shows the count, the missing original, and the single hand, and stops. The essay chooses between the two motives no more than he does, because the point is that each is a motive. Bain’s indisputable letter, Herzen’s celebrated one, the 1881 text, the 1911 text: every version was made by a party with a reason, which is the sentence she learned in the winter of 1754 about other people’s records. It applies to hers.
Two letters, or three. Either she kept for thirty-four years, in the cabinet where her son found it, the paper that proved she had not ordered her husband’s death, and could not bring herself to burn the paper that proved it had been done. Ivanov, who says she burned the other Ropsha papers and kept these two, offers a colder reason for keeping even those: as a justification for the future, or as a hold over a man some believed she feared. Or the drawer held two letters, one announcing a death, and a man who needed a third stood over it for a quarter of an hour with a pen. The reader of Tacitus was read, at the end, by Tacitus’s method. The method cannot tell which.
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Written in full collaboration with Claude Fable 5.1. No quotation in this essay was recalled; each was copied from an open public-domain text. Catherine’s memoirs and the appended letter to Poniatowski are in the anonymous English translation of the 1859 edition (London and New York), with Alexander Herzen’s preface; the letter’s opening, its instruction to Poniatowski, its autopsy sentence and its sentence on Princess Dashkova are absent from that abridged appendix and are rendered here by us from the Russian text of her French, and are not quoted. Tacitus is paraphrased from John Jackson’s Loeb translation; one clause of Annals 1.7, “an old man’s adoption,” is omitted from the paraphrase of the wife’s intrigues. Alexei Orlov’s letter is given in Robert Nisbet Bain’s rendering of the 1881 printing, in Peter III, Emperor of Russia (1902), which also supplies Rostopchin’s quarter of an hour. Oleg Ivanov’s examination of the Ropsha letters, Bludov’s note of 1825, and the 1911 variant are paraphrased from his Пётр III. Загадка смерти. The accession manifesto is paraphrased from its Russian text; the manifesto announcing the death was not read and is cited only for the cause it named. Dashkova’s memoirs are the 1840 London edition. Orlov’s place in the 1796 procession rests on a secondary source and is stated as such. The interior image is generated and is captioned as such. On the collaboration → “The Third Thing”