Love affairs of the Courts of Europe

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t was to a noise like thunder, and close clasped in a soldier's embrace, that

Catherine I. made her first appearance in Russian history."

History, indeed, contains few chapters more strange, more seemingly impos-

sible, than this which tells the story of the maid-of-all-work-the red-armed,

illiterate peasant-girl who, without any dower of beauty or charm, won the

idolatry of an Emperor and succeeded him on the greatest throne of Eu-

rope. So obscure was Catherine's origin that no records reveal either her true

name or the year or place of her birth. All that we know is that she was cra-

dled in some Livonian village, either in Sweden or Poland, about the year

1685, the reputed daughter of a serf-mother and a peasant-father; and that

her numerous brothers and sisters were known in later years by the name

Skovoroshtchenko or Skovronski. The very Christian name by which she is

known to history was not hers until it was given to her by her Imperial lover.

It is not until the year 1702, when the future Empress of the Russias was a

girl of seventeen, that she makes her first dramatic appearance on the stage

on which she was to play so remarkable a part. Then we find her acting asmaid-servant to the Lutheran pastor of Marienburg, scrubbing his floors,

nursing his children, and waiting on his resident pupils, in the midst of all

the perils of warfare. The Russian hosts had for weeks been laying siege to

Marienburg; and the Commandant, unable to defend the town any longer

against such overwhelming odds, had announced his intention to blow up

the fortress, and had warned the inhabitants to leave the town.

Between the alternatives of death within the walls and the enemy without,

Pastor Glück chose the latter; and sallying forth with his family and maid-

servant, threw himself on the mercy of the Russians who promptly packed

him off toMoscow a prisoner. ForMartha (as she seems to have been known

in those days) a different fate was reserved. Her red lips, saucy eyes, and

opulent figure were too seductive a spoil to part with, General Shérémétief

decided, and she was left behind, a by no means reluctant hostage.

Peter's soldiers, now that victory was assured, were holding high revel of

feasting and song and dancing. They received the new prisoner literally with

open arms, and almost before she had wiped the tears from her eyes, at part-

ing from her nurslings, she was capering gaily to the music of hautboy and

fiddle, with the arm of a stalwart soldier round her waist.

"Suddenly," saysWaliszewski, "a fearful explosion overthrew the dancers, cut

the music short, and left the servant-maid, fainting with terror, in the arms

of a dragoon."

Thus did Martha, the "Siren of the Kitchen," dance her way into Russian

history, little dreaming, we may be sure, to what dizzy heights her nimble

feet were to carry her. For a time she found her pleasure in the attentions

of a non-commissioned officer, sharing the life of camp and barracks and

making friends by the good-nature which bubbled in her, and which was

always her chief charm. When her sergeant began to weary of her, she found

a humble place as laundry-maid in the household of Menshikoff, the Tsar's

favourite, whose shirts, we are told, it was her privilege to wash; and who, it

seems, was by no means insensible to the buxom charms of this maid of the