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“To prove to [her friend, Swedish diplomat Count] Gyllenborg that she was not superficial, Catherine composed an essay about herself, "so that he would see whether I knew myself or not." The next day, she wrote and handed to Gyllenborg an essay titled 'Portrait of a Fifteen-Year-Old Philosopher.' He was impressed and returned it with a dozen pages of comments, mostly favorable. "I read his remarks again and again, many times [Catherine later recalled in her memoirs]. I impressed them on my consciousness and resolved to follow his advice. In addition, there was something else surprising: one day, while conversing with me, he allowed the following sentence to slip out: 'What a pity that you will marry! I wanted to find out what he meant, but he would not tell me.”

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Catherine the Great: Portrait of a Woman

This book delves into the life of Catherine the Great, exploring her rise to power, her influence on Russia, and her personal relationships. It examines her reign, policies, and legacy, providing a comprehensive look at one of history's most fascinating figures. more

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Robert K. Massie
Robert K. Massie

Robert K. Massie is an American historian renowned for his in-depth studies of Russian history. His works cover a broad period from Peter the Great to the dissolution of the Soviet Union. more

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