agreement was signed on August 8, 1743. Via the treaty of Abo,
Russia gave back some recently conquered territories but held
onto most of Finland. With the Swedish conflict settled, Eliza-
beth hoped that France would prove less hostile to the idea of an
accord. But, in the meantime, St. Petersburg had signed a pact of
friendship with Berlin, which Versailles took very badly. Once
again, every attempt would have to be made to assuage, reassure,
and persuade them of Russia’s good faith.
It was on the background of this unsettled international
context that an affair erupted that neither Bestuzhev nor Eliza-
beth had been prepared for in the least. In mid-summer, St. Pe-
tersburg was rocked by rumors of a plot being fomented among
the highest nobility, intended to overthrow Elizabeth I, at the in-
stigation of the Austrian ambassador Botta d’Adorno. This dis-
loyal and disruptive coterie was said to be considering offering the
throne to the Brunswick family, gathered around little Ivan VI. As
soon as Elizabeth got wind of this, she ordered the impudent
Botta d’Adorno arrested. But, having a good nose for danger, he
had already left Russia. He was said to be on his way to Berlin, on
the way to Austria.
This diplomatic felon may have escaped, but his Russian ac-
complices were still around. The most compromised were those
who were close (or distant) relations of the Lopukhin clan. Eliza-
beth didn’t forget that she had had to slap Natalya Lopukhin for
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having the temerity to wear a rose in her hair. Moreover, her rival
had been the mistress of Loewenwolde, recently exiled to Siberia.
But there were other members of the conspiracy who were even
more despicable. At the top of the list Elizabeth put Mrs. Mikhail
Bestuzhev, née Golovkin, sister of a former vice-chancellor and
sister-in-law of the current chancellor Alexis Bestuzhev, and
widow, by her first marriage, of one of Peter the Great’s closest
associates, Yaguzhinsky.
While waiting for the Russian culprits to be arrested and
tried, she hoped that Austria would punish its ambassador se-
verely. But, while King Frederick II expelled Botta as soon as he
arrived in Berlin, the empress Maria Theresa, having welcomed
the diplomat in Vienna, merely scolded him. Disappointed by the
feeble reactions of two foreign sovereigns whom she had believed
were more solid in their monarchical convictions, Elizabeth took
revenge by locking up the princely couple of Brunswick and their
son, young Ivan VI, in the maritime fortress of Dunamunde, on the
Duna, where she could keep a closer eye on them than in Riga.
She also considered dismissing Alexis Bestuzhev, whose family
was so compromised. Then, no doubt under Razumovsky’s influ-
ence in favor of moderation, she allowed the chancellor to retain
his post.
However, she needed victims on whom to vent her fury, and
she chose to make Mrs. Lopukhin, her Ivan son and some of their
close relatives take the brunt of it. For Natalya Lopukhin, a slap
in the face was no longer punishment enough; this time, she was
in for horrible torture — and her accomplices as well. Under the
knout, the clippers and the branding iron, Lopukhin, her son Ivan,
and Mrs. Bestuzhev, writhing in pain, repeated the calumnies that
they had heard from the mouth of Botta. In spite of the lack of
material evidence, a hastily convened emergency court (made up
of several members of the Senate and three representatives of the
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clergy) sentenced all the “culprits” to the wheel, quartering, and
decapitation. This exemplary sentence offered Elizabeth the op-
portunity to decide, during a ball, that she would spare life of the
miserable wretches who had dared to conspire against her, and
would limit their punishment to public “lesson.” When this ex-
traordinary measure of leniency was announced, everyone present
cheered Her Majesty’s angelic kindness.
On August 31, 1743, a scaffold was erected in front of the pal-
ace of Colleges. Standing before an enormous crowd of curious
onlookers, Mrs. Mikhail Bestuzhev was brutally stripped by the
torturer. As she had managed to find the time to slip him a jewel-
studded cross just before he began, he barely stroked her back
with the whip and slid his knife over her tongue without scratch-
ing the flesh. She suffered these apparent blows and wounds with
heroic dignity. Less sure of her nerves, Mrs. Lopukhin struggled
desperately when the torturer’s assistant ripped off her clothes.
The multitude was stunned to silence by the suddenly revealed
nudity of this woman who was even more appealing in her dis-
tress. Then some of witnesses, impatient to see the rest, began to
howl. Panicking at this outburst of raw hatred, the poor woman
struggled, insulted the torturer and bit his hand. Furious, he
grabbed her by the throat, forced open her jaws, held up the sacri-
ficial weapon and presented the laughing crowd with a bloody
scrap of meat. “Who’ll take the tongue of the beautiful Mrs.