Few people know that Jeremy Pozier, the creator of the Great Imperial Crown, was just a beggar orphan who came to Russia on foot. About how the Geneva tramp created the favorite decoration of the Russian emperors and what it cost him - in the new issue of the Faculty of History.
Back in 1729, poor Pozier, a gentleman from Geneva, kissed his wife, took the armpit of his two sons, and with the last pennies went with them to a distant Russian country - to seek money and, as a result, happiness. Since Mr knew a lot about budget travel, he thought it most logical to go to St. Petersburg from Switzerland on foot.
Just think, what nonsense: first through Alsace and Westphalia to Amsterdam, from there to Hamburg is within reach, and there, so be it, you get on a ship and arrive in the ridiculous six weeks to the capital of the Russian Empire. The whole journey, with illnesses, expectations of remittances and other force majeure, took Pozier about a year and a half. For a year and a half, he and two little boys slept where they had to, ate whatever they got, froze under the snow and soaked in the rain. Next time, at some five-hour transfer at the airport, make your face easier.
Old Man Pozier scoffed at the children for a reason; he had a plan: to meet his rich brother and get profitably at a new place. However, in Hamburg he realized that it was better to leave one of the boys in Germany, and when he got to St. Petersburg, he discovered that his brother, who had high hopes, had moved to Moscow, and of course there was no money for the road to Moscow. But can this really stop a person who has walked half of Europe? Just think, another six weeks the son will sleep on the ground and eat bread. Grain diets for children are very helpful. Six weeks of trekking over rough terrain, a wagon train in the role of a capsule hotel on wheels - and voila, happy travelers to Zlatoglavoy.
True, it turned out on the spot that Moscow had burned a little, and the brother's house with all the acquired property is now nothing more than ashes, but, in general, the idea of a forced march was a good one. Having made several more attempts to justify the two-year wanderings around the globe, Father Pozier still could not stand it and died. His son, Jeremy Pozier, fifteen years of age, enrolled as a master jewelry maker, and Monsieur Gravero as a tyrant and a drinker. In the seven years he spent at Monsieur, Jeremy has mastered his profession and suffered enough beatings to one day have the courage and leave to start up.
A start-up in imperial Russia is not easy. On the one hand, it’s good to be a jeweler; jewelers love everything. You will outlive all emperors, all palace coups, all conspiracies and rebellions, simply because your diamond triangle is needed, no matter who rules it. On the other hand, absolutism somewhat unties the hands of those sitting on the throne and close to him.
As on the Odessa importation, half a loaf of rye is still released into debt, so the person who personally made the Great Imperial Crown sold necklaces and snuff boxes on credit. He would have been glad not to do this, but how could he refuse a nobleman to whom he would receive an appointment with the empress-empress tomorrow? No Running after his debtors and trying not to fall into disgrace of their highnesses, Pozier finally exhausted his nerves so much that after more than thirty years spent in Russia, he decided to flee from it. Run - well, because who would have let him out of the country in an amicable way? You can’t just leave Russia.