The Magnificent Lipitian Flies Like An Arrow, Exploding The Dusty Ground With Its Hooves, While The Rider

The magnificent lipitian flies like an arrow, exploding the dusty ground with it’s hooves, while the rider almost merges with his stately horse.

Snow-white stallion, uniform’s cloth, powder on the rider’s wig; scarlet cuffs, and collar, and visage flushed from a fast race.

For one brief moment Klemens struggles to catch his own breath.

— Is that really you, Prince? - He raises his voice, fearlessly leaning out of the carriage to a strangled exclamation coming from prince Esterhazy. - By what fates?

— Duty calls, dear Count, - brisk reply is heard as Schwarzenberg squeezes the rump of his hot steed, ready to gallop...

However, the will of a skilled rider is immutable to it.

— You see, these days I have nothing to do in St. Petersburg.

— Yet, I hope you brought us good news…

— Without any doubt! I’d like to ask you a lot of questions as well in return. Besides, favourable opportunity will present itself very soon.

Klemens smiles simply with one corner of his lips, fanning himself with an unsurpassed grace.

— So many years have passed, and you’ve not changed a bit.

As a response Karl only raises an eyebrow, tightening his grip on the reins.

— Is that bad?

— Quite the opposite, Prince! Believe me, at such turbulent times only few people of your kind could be found in the whole empire.

The good-natured smile on the cavalryman’s lips becomes instantly wider.

***

Ehem!

So, what you’ve just read is an excerpt from a small text I wrote about an imaginary reunion of Metternich and Schwarzenberg on the verge of the battle of Wagram. It was heavily inspired by Metternich’s own descriptions of his return from the mission in Paris in June 1809 and I couldn’t resist the need to depict two main characters of the story as well. 🤲🇦🇹

That’s also my first attempt of translating a literary text which I composed meticulously in Russian with all the specific expressions which were common for our language in the beginning of 19th century and are still used nowadays as I needed to find some alternatives or simply paraphrase everything…

The main reason why I made this clumsy attempt is that I predict an appearance of much more history-related stories about people I adore and the Austrian court in general. I already have two long stories written featuring Metternich and his grown-up children in one of them as well as Metternich, Schwarzenberg and Radetzky in another, however I was too shy to try and translate them in English. Perhaps, one day I’ll even create a separate account on AO3 just to share them with all the English-speaking world… But for now I’ll just make a few small steps in that direction!

*And here is a small postscript for all the people who appreciate the ✨ aesthetic ✨: young, handsome and incredibly flamboyant Klemens as an ambassador without his dear mother’s fan but with a pearl earring… just because I can*

Dites-moi ce qui se passe:

Qui est mort, qui a tué. 🕵️

Happy birthday to one of the most devious historical character coming from the Revolutionary and Napoleonic era! 🎉🥂

This is an illustration of the fantastic meme created by @michel-feuilly and @taleonne. I simply couldn’t miss an opportunity to draw him like that. X)

Fortunately managed to finish on time an art-piece for the man, the legend, the living embodiment of cringe! ✨

So, today 249 years ago in a lovely German town of Coblentz was born one of the most famous diplomats of the 19th century, the thunderstorm for all the European revolutionaries and simply a very handsome-looking man - Austrian chancellor Klemens von Metternich! 🇦🇹🥂

And even though he was an incredibly controversial and unpleasant person in many ways, his charm truly knows no boundaries of time and space)

Blücher: I feel like I can be myself around you.

Wellington: You’re loud and scary around me.

Blücher: Yes.

Hope you’ve missed some cringe historical content in your lives cause here I am with my spontaneous fan-arts as always!

You know, firstly, we are going to enter Paris in 1814…

𝖀𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖓 𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖟𝖊𝖓 𝖜𝖎𝖗! ✨

Jumping on the departing March train just to claim once again how strong my love toward certain Napoleonic Austrians is~ 🇦🇹

Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to realise all the creative plans I had for this March but whatever. Besides, next two months huge birthday parties are incoming, since Schwarzenberg is an April boy and Metternich is a May queen…

So yeah! It’s going to be so much fun. 🥰

uhh yeah

school has me beaten and the only thing i could do to survive was dummy dum-dum "napoleonic" doodles over my homework of course