Napoleon on Poklonnaya Hill. Analysis of the episode Napoleon on Poklonnaya Hill. Innocent girl at Napoleon's feet

On the night of September 1, Kutuzov ordered the retreat of Russian troops through Moscow to the Ryazan road. The first troops moved into the night. The troops marching at night were in no hurry and moved slowly and sedately, but at dawn the moving troops, approaching the Dorogomilovsky Bridge, saw ahead of them, on the other side, crowding, hurrying along the bridge and on the other side rising and blocking the streets and alleys, and behind themselves - pressing, endless masses of troops. And causeless haste and anxiety took possession of the troops. Everything rushed forward to the bridge, onto the bridge, into the fords and into the boats. Kutuzov ordered to be taken around the back streets to the other side of Moscow. By ten o'clock in the morning on September 2, only the rearguard troops remained in the open air in the Dorogomilovsky Suburb. The army was already on the other side of Moscow and beyond Moscow. At the same time, at ten o'clock in the morning on September 2, Napoleon stood between his troops on Poklonnaya Hill and looked at the spectacle that opened before him. Starting from August 26th and until September 2nd, from the Battle of Borodino and until the enemy entered Moscow, all the days of this alarming, this memorable week there was that extraordinary, always surprising people autumn weather when the low sun warms hotter than in spring, when everything shines in the rare, clean air so that it hurts the eyes, when the chest becomes stronger and fresher, inhaling the fragrant autumn air, when the nights are even warm and when in the dark warm nights Golden stars are constantly raining down from the sky, frightening and delighting them. On September 2 at ten o'clock in the morning the weather was like this. The shine of the morning was magical. Moscow from Poklonnaya Hill spread out spaciously with its river, its gardens and churches and seemed to live its own life, trembling like stars with its domes in the rays of the sun. At the sight of a strange city with unprecedented forms of extraordinary architecture, Napoleon experienced that somewhat envious and restless curiosity that people experience when they see the forms of an alien life that does not know about them. Obviously, this city lived with all the forces of its life. By those indefinable signs by which a living body is unmistakably distinguished from a dead one at a long distance, Napoleon from Poklonnaya Hill saw the fluttering of life in the city and felt, as it were, the breath of this large and beautiful body. — Cette ville Asiatique aux innombrables églises, Moscow la sainte. La voilà donc enfin, cette fameuse ville! “Il était temps,” said Napoleon and, dismounting from his horse, ordered the plan of this Moscou to be laid out in front of him and called the translator Lelorgne d "Ideville. “Une ville occupée par l"ennemi ressemble à une fille qui a perdu son honneur,” he thought (as he told Tuchkov in Smolensk). And from this point of view, he looked at the oriental beauty lying in front of him, whom he had never seen before. It was strange to him that his long-standing desire, which seemed impossible to him, had finally come true. In the clear morning light he looked first at the city, then at the plan, checking the details of this city, and the certainty of possession excited and terrified him. “But how could it be otherwise? - he thought. “Here it is, this capital, at my feet, awaiting its fate.” Where is Alexander now and what does he think? Strange, beautiful, majestic city! And strange and majestic this minute! In what light do I appear to them? - he thought about his troops. “Here it is, the reward for all these people of little faith,” he thought, looking around at those close to him and at the troops approaching and forming. “One word of mine, one movement of my hand, and this ancient capital of des Czars perished.” Mais ma clémence est toujours prompte à descendre sur les vaincus. I must be generous and truly great. But no, it’s not true that I’m in Moscow, it suddenly occurred to him. “However, here she lies at my feet, playing and trembling with golden domes and crosses in the rays of the sun. But I will spare her. On the ancient monuments of barbarism and despotism I will write great words of justice and mercy... Alexander will understand this most of all, I know him. (It seemed to Napoleon that the main significance of what was happening lay in his personal struggle with Alexander.) From the heights of the Kremlin - yes, this is the Kremlin, yes - I will give them the laws of justice, I will show them the meaning of true civilization, I will force generations the boyars lovingly remember the name of their conqueror. I will tell the deputation that I did not and do not want war; that I waged war only against the false policy of their court, that I love and respect Alexander, and that I will accept peace terms in Moscow worthy of me and my peoples. I do not want to take advantage of the happiness of war to humiliate the respected sovereign. Boyars - I will tell them: I do not want war, but I want peace and prosperity for all my subjects. However, I know that their presence will inspire me, and I will tell them as I always say: clearly, solemnly and grandly. But is it really true that I am in Moscow? Yes, here she is! “Qu"on m"amène les boyards,” he addressed the retinue. The general with a brilliant retinue immediately galloped after the boyars. Two hours passed. Napoleon had breakfast and again stood in the same place on Poklonnaya Hill, awaiting the deputation. His speech to the boyars was already clearly formed in his imagination. This speech was filled with dignity and the greatness that Napoleon understood. The tone of generosity in which Napoleon intended to act in Moscow captivated him. In his imagination, he appointed days for the réunion dans le palais des Czars, where Russian nobles were to meet with the nobles of the French emperor. He mentally appointed a governor, one who would be able to attract the population to himself. Having learned that there were many charitable institutions in Moscow, he decided in his imagination that all these institutions would be showered with his favors. He thought that just as in Africa one had to sit in a burnous in a mosque, so in Moscow one had to be merciful, like the kings. And, in order to finally touch the hearts of the Russians, he, like every Frenchman, cannot imagine anything sensitive without mentioning that chère, ma tendre, ma pauvre mère, he decided that at all these establishments he would order to write in capital letters: Etablissement dédié à ma chère Mère. No, simply: Maison de ma Mère, he decided to himself. “But am I really in Moscow? Yes, here she is in front of me. But why hasn’t the city’s deputation been showing up for so long?” - he thought. Meanwhile, in the halls of the emperor's retinue, an excited meeting was taking place in whispers between his generals and marshals. Those sent for the deputation returned with the news that Moscow was empty, that everyone had left and left it. The faces of those conferring were pale and agitated. It was not that Moscow was abandoned by the inhabitants (no matter how important this event seemed) that frightened them, but they were frightened by how to announce this to the emperor, how, without putting His Majesty in that terrible position, called by the French ridicule, him that he had waited in vain for the boyars for so long, that there were crowds of drunken people, but no one else. Some said that it was necessary to gather at least some kind of deputation at all costs, others disputed this opinion and argued that it was necessary, having carefully and cleverly prepared the emperor, to tell him the truth. “Il faudra le lui dire tout de même...” said the gentlemen of the retinue. “Mais, messieurs...” the situation was all the more difficult because the emperor, pondering his plans of generosity, patiently walked back and forth in front of the plan, occasionally glancing from under his arm on the way to Moscow and smiling cheerfully and proudly. “Mais c"est impossible...,” the gentlemen of the retinue said, shrugging their shoulders, not daring to utter the implied terrible word: le ridicule... Meanwhile, the emperor, tired of vain waiting and feeling with his acting instinct that the majestic minute, going on too long, was beginning to lose its majesty, made a sign with his hand. A single shot of a signal cannon was heard, and the troops, besieging Moscow from different sides, moved to Moscow, to the Tverskaya, Kaluga and Dorogomilovskaya outposts. Faster and faster, overtaking one another, at a quick step and at a trot, the troops moved, hiding in the clouds of dust they raised and filling the air with the merging roars of cries. Carried away by the movement of the troops, Napoleon rode with his troops to the Dorogomilovskaya outpost, but stopped there again and, dismounting from his horse, walked for a long time near the Kamerkollezhsky shaft, waiting for the deputation. Russian troops, having retreated from Borodino, stood at Fili. Ermolov, who had gone to inspect the position, drove up to the field marshal. “There is no way to fight in this position,” he said. Kutuzov looked at him in surprise and forced him to repeat the words he had said. When he spoke, Kutuzov extended his hand to him. “Give me your hand,” he said, and, turning it so as to feel his pulse, he said: “You are not well, my dear.” Think about what you are saying. Kutuzov on Poklonnaya Hill, six miles from the Dorogomilovskaya outpost, got out of the carriage and sat down on a bench at the edge of the road. A huge crowd of generals gathered around him. Count Rastopchin, having arrived from Moscow, joined them. This whole brilliant society, divided into several circles, talked among themselves about the advantages and disadvantages of the position, about the position of the troops, about the proposed plans, about the state of Moscow, and about military issues in general. Everyone felt that although they had not been called to this, although it was not called that, it was a council of war. The conversations were all kept in the area of ​​general issues. If anyone reported or learned personal news, it was said in a whisper; and immediately went back to general questions: no jokes, no laughter, no smiles were even noticeable between all these people. Everyone, obviously with effort, tried to stay on top of the situation. And all the groups, talking among themselves, tried to stay close to the commander-in-chief (whose shop was the center in these circles) and spoke so that he could hear them. The commander-in-chief listened and sometimes asked questions about what was being said around him, but he himself did not enter into the conversation and did not express any opinion. For the most part, having listened to the conversation of some circle, he turned away with an air of disappointment - as if they were not talking about what he wanted to know - Some talked about the chosen position, criticizing not so much the position itself, but the mental abilities of those who chose it ; others argued that a mistake had been made earlier, that the battle should have been fought on the third day; still others talked about the Battle of Salamanca, which the Frenchman Crosard, who had just arrived in a Spanish uniform, told about. (This Frenchman, together with one of the German princes who served in the Russian army, dealt with the siege of Saragossa, foreseeing the opportunity to also defend Moscow.) In the fourth circle, Count Rastopchin said that he and the Moscow squad were ready to die under the walls of the capital, but that everything - still, he cannot help but regret the uncertainty in which he was left, and that if he had known this before, things would have been different... The fifth, showing the depth of their strategic considerations, spoke about the direction that they would have to take troops. The sixth spoke complete nonsense. Kutuzov's face became more and more concerned and sadder. From all the conversations of these Kutuzovs I saw one thing: there was no need to defend Moscow no physical ability in the full meaning of these words, that is, to such an extent it was not possible that if some crazy commander-in-chief had given the order to give a battle, then there would have been confusion and the battle still would not have happened; it would not have been because all the top leaders not only recognized this position as impossible, but in their conversations they discussed only what would happen after the undoubted abandonment of this position. How could commanders lead their troops on a battlefield they considered impossible? The lower commanders, even the soldiers (who also reason), also recognized the position as impossible and therefore could not go to fight with the certainty of defeat. If Bennigsen insisted on defending this position and others were still discussing it, then this question no longer mattered in itself, but mattered only as a pretext for dispute and intrigue. Kutuzov understood this. Bennigsen, having chosen a position, ardently exposing his Russian patriotism (which Kutuzov could not listen to without wincing), insisted on the defense of Moscow. Kutuzov saw Bennigsen’s goal as clear as day: if the defense failed, to blame Kutuzov, who brought the troops to the Sparrow Hills without a battle, and if successful, to attribute it to himself; in case of refusal - to clear yourself of the crime of leaving Moscow. But this question of intrigue did not occupy the old man’s mind now. One terrible question occupied him. And to this question he did not hear an answer from anyone. The question for him now was only: “Did I really allow Napoleon to reach Moscow, and when did I do it? When was this decided? Was it really yesterday, when I sent an order to Platov to retreat, or the evening of the third day, when I dozed off and ordered Bennigsen to give orders? Or even before?.. but when, when was this terrible matter decided? Moscow must be abandoned. The troops must retreat, and this order must be given.” To give this terrible order seemed to him the same thing as giving up command of the army. And not only did he love power, got used to it (the honor given to Prince Prozorovsky, under whom he was in Turkey, teased him), he was convinced that the salvation of Russia was destined for him, and that only because, against the will of the sovereign and by the will of the people, he was elected commander-in-chief. He was convinced that he alone in these difficult conditions could remain at the head of the army, that he alone in the whole world was able to know the invincible Napoleon as his opponent without horror; and he was horrified at the thought of the order he was about to give. But something had to be decided, it was necessary to stop these conversations around him, which were beginning to take on too free a character. He called the senior generals to him. - Ma tête fut-elle bonne ou mauvaise, n"a qu"à s"aider d"elle-même
Patriotic War of 1812 Yakovlev Alexander Ivanovich

How did the French behave in Moscow?

The first to enter Moscow on the evening of September 2 were the advanced units of Murat's corps, who showed off in front of his horsemen in a gold-embroidered purple velvet uniform, white trousers, yellow boots and a hat with a huge white plume.

On September 2, at two o'clock in the afternoon, the emperor's headquarters reached the great city, which was then larger than Paris. There were shouts: “Moscow! Hooray! Long live Napoleon, long live the Emperor!” In one impulse, the French began to sing “La Marseillaise.”

Napoleon spent a long time admiring the panorama of the huge city from the Sparrow Hills. Under the rays of the autumn sun, the domes of hundreds of churches sparkled among the greenery of the gardens. “So, finally, this famous city! - he exclaimed. “Now the war is over!”

Having crossed the river on a white Arabian horse, he stopped on Poklonnaya Hill in anticipation of the “delegation of boyars”, who were supposed to bring him the keys to the city, as before - from Brussels, Berlin, Vienna and other European cities. The fleeing king of Prussia even sent a letter asking if everything was comfortable for him in the royal palace. The Emperor accepted congratulations from his officers. He was given a letter from the Austrian Foreign Minister Metternich, who wrote: “Russia no longer exists!..”

Napoleon and his army on Poklonnaya Hill in front of Moscow, awaiting the deputation of boyars with the keys to the city. Artist V. Vereshchagin. 1891–1892

However, the boyars still did not go. Murat and the cavalrymen were sent after them, but in vain. “These rascals are hiding, but we will find them! - Napoleon exclaimed irritably. “They will crawl to us on their knees!” Did he understand that the old Russian capital had not surrendered to him? This became clear to him the very next day.

The conqueror went to the Kremlin and settled in Grand Palace. The weather was so good that the few Muscovites were surprised. Napoleon rode horseback and repeated with pleasure: “In Moscow, autumn is better and even warmer than in Fontainebleau [a suburb of Paris].” He continued to lead his empire and all of Europe, receiving hundreds of dispatches and sending dozens of letters and decrees on a variety of issues.

His soldiers scattered around the city - hungry, many ragged and barefoot. Having reached Moscow, they set out to hunt for themselves, who needed what. The marauders wandered around the city and took chickens from the remaining residents, stole horses and cows, entered empty houses and took what they wanted.

The Moscow authorities and merchants did not have time to remove everything. What remained were arsenals of weapons, warehouses of food supplies, mountains of sugar, flour, thousands of liters of vodka and wine, warehouses with cloth, linen, and fur products. The women ran away so quickly that they left the diamonds on the dressing table. In many houses, wall clocks ticked rhythmically. Everything became the prey of the invaders.

Military quartermaster Henri Beyle (later to become the famous writer Stendhal) wrote on October 4 from Moscow: “I went with Louis to look at the fire. We saw how a certain Sauvois, a horse artilleryman, drunk, hit a guards officer with the flat of his saber and scolded him for absolutely nothing. One of his fellow robbers walked deeper into the burning street, where he probably roasted... Little Mr. J. came to rob a little with us, and began to offer us as a gift everything that we had taken without him. My servant was completely drunk, he dumped tablecloths, wine, a violin that he took for himself, and other sundry things into the carriage.”

Marauders

Someone told them that the large cross on the Kremlin bell tower of Ivan the Great was made of pure gold. They broke the cross and threw it to the ground, only later, during the retreat, the Cossacks found it in the French convoy. In the Kremlin Assumption Cathedral, a huge silver chandelier was removed, and in its place scales were hung for weighing stolen goods in churches.

The French violated Orthodox shrines: they entered churches, stripped gold and silver frames from icons, and in total plundered 320 pounds of silver and about 20 pounds of gold (all this was later recaptured from them by the Cossacks). 127 churches were looted and destroyed. They turned church altars into dining tables, and sacred garments were used as blankets for horses. Marshal Davout slept in the altar of the Pudovo Monastery, and in the Archangel Cathedral a dead horse lay in the altar. The blasphemy of the European barbarians was amazing: they chopped icons for firewood, threw the holy relics of St. Alexis and St. Philip onto the floor, turned many churches into stables, they cursed everything sacred in every possible way, forgetting that the Lord cannot be mocked...

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The answer seems to be simple - with Poklonnaya. Everyone knows that shortly after the Battle of Borodino, on the sunny morning of September 2, 1812, Napoleon, standing on Poklonnaya Hill, was waiting for a deputation of Moscow residents with the keys to the city. Many books, paintings and illustrations have been written on this topic. Everything seems simple, but even many of those who know the history of these places will not be able to indicate where Napoleon shown in the paintings stood.

Let's find out...

Innocent girl at Napoleon's feet

Here is probably the most famous colorful description of Napoleon’s inspection of Moscow from Poklonnaya Hill, presented by Leo Tolstoy in the third volume of War and Peace:

Moscow from Poklonnaya Hill spread out spaciously with its river, its gardens and churches and seemed to live its own life, trembling like stars with its domes in the rays of the sun.

At the sight of a strange city with unprecedented forms of extraordinary architecture, Napoleon experienced that somewhat envious and restless curiosity that people experience when they see the forms of an alien life that does not know about them. Obviously, this city lived with all the forces of its life. By those indefinable signs by which a living body is unmistakably distinguished from a dead one at a long distance, Napoleon from Poklonnaya Hill saw the fluttering of life in the city and felt, as it were, the breath of this large and beautiful body.

Cette ville Asiatique aux innombrables églises, Moscow la sainte. La voilà donc enfin, cette fameuse ville! Il était temps (This Asian city with countless churches, Moscow, their holy Moscow! Here it is, finally, this famous city! It’s time!), - said Napoleon and, dismounting from his horse, ordered the plan of this Moscou to be laid out in front of him and called the translator Lelorgne d"Ideville. “Une ville occupée par l"ennemi ressemble à une fille qui a perdu son honneur” (“A city occupied by the enemy is like a girl who has lost her virginity”), he thought (as he said this to Tuchkov in Smolensk) . And from this point of view, he looked at the oriental beauty lying in front of him, whom he had never seen before.

It was strange to him that his long-standing desire, which seemed impossible to him, had finally come true. In the clear morning light he looked first at the city, then at the plan, checking the details of this city, and the certainty of possession excited and terrified him.

Poklonnaya Gora is no longer a mountain; only one name remains. Where is this remarkable place located? Why can’t we enjoy this view now? Let's try to determine where Napoleon looked at Moscow from.

Modern Poklonnaya Mountain is a different mountain

The name of the place is known to everyone - Poklonnaya Gora. But, as you know, there is no mountain there now! Flipping through old maps of Moscow, you can see how much this area has changed.

Poklonnaya Gora can be found on many modern maps and maps of Soviet times. For example, where was the peak of a considerable height by Moscow standards - 170.5 meters, designated as Poklonnaya Gora on the 1968 map. Now Poklonnaya Gora is usually called the place where the Victory Monument is erected. The height of the monument is 141.8 meters - 10 centimeters for each day of the Great Patriotic War. After numerous scandals, this monument was erected in 1995. Everyone knows that the monument was erected on a fairly flat place, there is no mountain there, it was cut down almost to the roots around 1987. As can be seen by comparing the 1968 map with satellite images, the position of the Victory Monument roughly corresponds to the peak indicated as Poklonnaya Gora with a height of 170.5 meters on the 1968 map.

Poklonnaya Gora on the map of 1968 - the Victory Monument is now in this place:

(All presented maps are clickable for detailed viewing)

Did Napoleon stand on Poklonnaya Hill at the site of today's Victory Monument? No!

This was not the same Poklonnaya Hill from which Napoleon looked at Moscow!

Where was the “real” Poklonnaya Hill?

The thing is that the area, traditionally called Poklonnaya Gora, was originally a large hill with two noticeable peaks. Until the 1940s, Poklonnaya Gora on maps indicated the peak, which was located approximately 700 meters northeast of today’s Victory Monument. The position of this peak can be seen on many old maps, such as those below topographic maps and years (click maps for detailed view). The two peaks were separated from each other by one of the tributaries of the Setun flowing in a ravine. If Napoleon had looked at Moscow from “today’s” Poklonnaya Hill, then in those years the view of the city would have been blocked by the northwestern peak. Napoleon would hardly have chosen such a point to explore the city.

"Old" and "New" Poklonnaya Mountains on the map of 1860:

Position of Poklonnaya Gora on the 1848 map relative to the Victory Monument:

How would Napoleon see the “oriental beauty” today?

Therefore, there is every reason to believe that Napoleon looked at the city from the “old” Poklonnaya Hill, marked on maps of the 1800s. This peak (and, accordingly, Napoleon) was located approximately in the place where the farthest corner of house 16 on Kutuzovsky Prospekt is now located.

As Tolstoy wrote, “And from this point he looked at the oriental beauty lying in front of him, whom he had never seen before.”

This is how the beauty turned out now.

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“On the fourteenth of September, Napoleon mounted his horse a few miles from Moscow. He rode slowly, with caution, forcing him to inspect the forests and ditches ahead of him and climb onto hills in order to discover the location of the enemy army. We were waiting for the battle. The terrain was suitable. We could see the trenches that had been started, but everything was abandoned and there was not the slightest resistance to us. Finally, it remained to cross the last hill adjacent to Moscow and dominating it.

This was Poklonnaya Hill, so named because on its top, upon seeing the holy city, all residents cross themselves and bow to the ground. Our scouts immediately occupied this mountain. It was two o’clock,” Napoleon’s adjutant Segur described what was happening.

The French emperor was in no hurry to enter the Mother See ahead of his army on a white horse. Armed with a telescope, he was on Poklonnaya Hill. Napoleon's stay on Poklonnaya Hill was not caused by a simple desire to survey Moscow from a telescope - how many cities did he see in this way during his life? military career! The commander of the “Great Army” was waiting here for the keys to Moscow, as well as “bread and salt”, according to Russian custom. However, time passed, and still there were no keys. Then Napoleon decided to do an equally important matter: to immortalize his first day in Moscow by immediately writing letters to Parisian officials. How Napoleon wanted to immediately, this very minute, announce that Moscow, like many capitals of Europe, had “officially” fallen at his feet. But there were still no keys!

At first, he tried to reassure himself and his entourage, saying that the surrender of Moscow was a completely new thing for Muscovites, which is why they hesitated with the keys, apparently choosing from among themselves the best deputies for the visit to Napoleon.

But his patience was not unlimited. Already several officers who had previously been sent by him to Moscow returned with nothing: “The city is completely empty, your imperial majesty!” One of the officers brought to Napoleon a kind of “deputation” - five tramps he had somehow caught in Moscow. Napoleon’s reaction was peculiar: “Aha! The Russians do not yet realize what an impression the capture of the capital should have on them!”

Bonaparte decided that since the Russians were not coming on their own, then it was necessary to bring them: “Empty Moscow! This is incredible! Go to the city, find the boyars there and bring them to me with the keys!” - he ordered his generals. But not a single boyar (to the emperor’s disappointment) was found in Moscow - if Napoleon had known that the last boyar was seen in Moscow a hundred years before the events described, he probably would not have been so upset. In the end, the emperor still waited. True, not keys, but deputations. But this delegation was not at all the one he had so hoped to receive. A group of Moscow residents of French origin came to Poklonnaya Hill, seeking protection from Napoleon from looters.

Before Moscow - awaiting the deputation of the boyars. Hood. V.V. Vereshchagin. 1891–1892

Among those who fell at Napoleon’s feet were the Moscow University lecturer Villers, the caretaker of the university museum Richard, a couple of booksellers, the manager of Vsevolozhsky’s printing house Lamour and other suspicious individuals. The Moscow French did not hide their joy at the arrival of the “Great Army” in Moscow. Today we wonder where this “group of comrades” who speak fluent English could have come from. French. After all, the Governor General of Moscow Fyodor Rostopchin Special attention dedicated to the removal of foreigners from Moscow - not only the French, but also the Germans were ordered to leave, etc. This means that not everyone was taken out...

Since Napoleon had no one else to talk to, he had to listen to words of gratitude from his own compatriots: “The Muscovites were seized with panic at the news of Your Majesty’s solemn approach! And Rostopchin left on August 31!” – Lamour reported. Hearing about Rostopchin’s departure, Napoleon expressed surprise: “What, he left before the battle?” Emperor, meaning battle of Borodino, apparently, forgot that Muscovites, like all Russians, lived according to a calendar that differed from the European calendar by as much as twelve days!

Napoleon's awareness of the fact that he was left without the keys, that Moscow did not surrender to him the way he would have liked and as it was in Vienna and Berlin, when the authorities European capitals they presented him with the keys on a silver platter, infuriated Bonaparte. Adjutants and generals had never seen him like this: Napoleon did not stand still with his arms crossed (his favorite pose), but literally rushed about, now putting on a glove, now taking it off his hand, now taking out, now hiding a handkerchief in his pocket. And for some reason he was also pulling his... nose.

The French emperor lost more than two hours on Poklonnaya Hill, never understanding why the Russians didn’t bring him the keys to their city? But a simple sergeant of his army, Adrien Burgogne, if he did not realize, then turned out to be very close to understanding this reason: “On this day, I was assigned to guard several officers who remained in captivity after the Battle of Borodino. Many of them spoke French. Among them was, by the way, an Orthodox priest, probably a regimental priest, who also spoke French very well; he seemed sadder and more preoccupied than all his fellow sufferers. I noticed, like many others, that when we climbed the hill, all the prisoners bowed their heads and made the sign of worship several times. sign of the cross. I approached the priest and inquired what this manifestation meant. “Sir,” he answered, “the mountain on which we are located is called “Poklonnaya,” and every good Muscovite, upon seeing the shrines of the city, is obliged to cross himself.”

This is what Poklonnaya Hill meant to Muscovites, which historian Ivan Zabelin called “the most memorable place in our history and remarkable in its topography,” from the height of which “since ancient times the Russian people have been accustomed to pay homage to Mother Moscow.” If Napoleon had learned this, he would never have thought of waiting here for the keys to the Mother See of the Capital!

With what joy the French looked at the Mother See through their eyepieces! The abundance of golden domes of the city of “forty forties” made a strong impression on them. Not a single conquered capital struck them with its beauty as much as Moscow! True, the all-knowing emperor immediately explained to his soldiers that the crowd of churches is nothing more than evidence of the lack of enlightenment of this dense and Asian people.

How did the French see Moscow in early September 1812? The fantastic picture that opened before them amazed them. Let's give the floor to the participants in Napoleonic's campaign against Russia.

General Philippe Paul de Segur: “This capital, rightly called by poets “Golden-domed Moscow,” represented a vast and strange collection of 295 churches, 150 palaces with their gardens and outbuildings. Stone palaces, interspersed with wooden houses and even huts, were scattered over an area of ​​several square miles, on uneven ground. The houses were grouped around a raised triangular fortress, surrounded by a wide double wall, about half a mile in circumference.

Within one enclosure there were numerous palaces and churches and empty spaces paved with small stones; inside the other there was an extensive bazaar - it was a city of merchants, where the wealth of the four parts of the world was collected.

These buildings, these palaces right down to the shops, were all covered with polished and painted iron. The churches at the top had a terrace and several bell towers topped with golden domes. The crescent and cross were reminiscent of the entire history of this people. It was Asia and its religion, first victorious and then defeated, and the crescent of Mohammed subdued by the cross of Christ! One ray of sunshine was enough for this magnificent city to sparkle with a wide variety of colors. At the sight of him, the traveler stopped, amazed and delighted. This city reminded him of the wonderful descriptions in the stories of oriental poets, which he liked so much in childhood. If he penetrated inside the fence, then his surprise increased even more under the influence of observation. He saw the manners and customs of modern Europe among the nobles, heard speeches among them in different languages and noticed the richness and elegance of their clothing.

Moscow deputies. Hood. B.V. Zvorykin. 1912

He looked with surprise at the Asian luxury and order of the merchants, at the Greek attire of the people and their long beards. In the buildings he was struck by the same diversity, and yet everything bore a peculiar local imprint, sometimes quite rude, as befitted Muscovy.”

Sergeant of the Fusilier Grenadier Regiment of the Young Guard Adrien Jean Baptiste Francois Bourgogne: “On September 2nd (14th), at one o’clock in the afternoon, passing through a large forest, we saw a hill in the distance and reached it in half an hour. The leading soldiers, who had already climbed the hill, made signs to those lagging behind, shouting to them: “Moscow! Moscow!" Indeed, a great city appeared ahead - there we hoped to rest from the tiring campaign, since we, the imperial guard, had traveled more than 1,200 leagues without resting anywhere.

It was a beautiful summer day: the sun was playing on the domes, bell towers, and gilded palaces. Many of the capitals I saw: Paris, Berlin, Warsaw, Vienna and Madrid - made an ordinary impression on me; here it’s a different matter: for me, as for everyone else, there was something magical in this spectacle.

At that moment everything was forgotten: dangers, labors, fatigue, deprivation - and all one thought about was the pleasure of entering Moscow, settling into comfortable apartments for the winter and taking up victories of a different kind - such is the character of the French warrior: from battle to love, from love to battle."

Lieutenant Caesar de Laugier: “This morning, outside the village of Cherepovo, as we approached Khoroshev, while the sappers were throwing a bridge across the Moscow River for the third crossing, several of our scouts managed to climb one hill... the last one! A new world, as they literally say, has opened up to them. The beautiful capital, under the rays of the bright sun, glowed with thousands of colors, groups of gilded domes, high bell towers, unprecedented monuments. Mad with joy, clapping their hands, our people, breathless, shout: “Moscow! Moscow!" I cannot, of course, express our impression better and more beautifully at the sight of this city than by recalling the poems of Tass, when in the third song he depicts the army of Godfrey of Bouillon, who saw the towers of Jerusalem for the first time.

At the name of Moscow, passed from mouth to mouth, everyone rushes forward in a crowd, climbing the hill from where we heard this loud cry. Everyone wants to be the first to see Moscow. Their faces lit up with joy. The soldiers were transformed. We hug and raise our hands to the sky in gratitude; many are crying with joy, and from everywhere you hear: “Finally! Finally Moscow!

We never tire of looking at the huge city with its varied and bizarre shapes, with domes covered with lead or slate; palaces with flowering terraces, pointed towers, countless bell towers, make us think that we are on the border of Asia.”