Napoleon - My Fake Diary

Friday, 24 October 2014

NOV 1804

The German snows begin to fall outside and my porridge is frozen... I have not had my oats in days...

The Czar of Russia wishes to meet me...he, like everyone except the Wellington,(and Josephine, as she goes through a rebellious phase ) reveres me, The Russian Court conducts it's most sophisticated soirees in French,of course...

Well, it seems Monsieur Le Czar would like me to do some Correspondence conversational French with him...in return for 3 bottles of Zamoyski Vodka and some pickled beetroot....Quelle Affronterie alors!!! I shall 'Correspond ' with him and tell him where to stick his cut-price offerings, in conversational French

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