Russian Ambassador Jakub Sievers burst into the castle crying – “I have an audience with the King!” – and walked consecutive into the reception room.
- My Lord, I have arrived on 1 vehicle - so to talk - with the lords of Targowice and I see that order must be restored in Warsaw...And our soldiers are already burning copies of that constitution, which has so much blood on our...
Stanislaw August is pale. So many nights he arranged it in a conspiracy with Kolłataj, Potock and any others in the rooms of Father Scipion - and now all for nothing?
- How's that? This counter-disposition requires...
- And so, the ash turns to what our Empress doesn't like... why even the Polish constitution? This question is besides asked by Catherine to Members accredited at her court. But we'll discuss it in Grodno, where we invitation Your Majesty...
King Stanislaus became more pale, the ambassador's face spinning before his eyes, he was close fainting. Sieversa remembered from his old years in London, he did not anticipate their paths to cross in Warsaw.
- My God! – he shouted – do you want me to sign a fresh country demolition? Tell them to send me to Siberia, I'll never sign!
- Sire, the parliament will approve what is necessary, but you will be king, as the emperor's letters tell me...
- You say that, what about the constitution?
- Let's forget about her, due to the fact that Empress Catherine prefers a different form of regime, more like her favorite, something like a silk leash, as I would describe it, and what is more interesting, is that in the Prussian court they agree to this, as they study confidential reports to me. What a happy coincidence for us...
The king stood still, staring at Sievers' crooked face. He didn't believe his ears. And he coughed quietly – For us? What are we talking about?
- Brightest King, delight go to Grodn, and we'll talk more freely there. Shall we prepare an ambulance?
The uproared monarch rose lightly, and both of them did not know that Catherine's top desire was that Poland should never come out of nothingness.
Marek Baterovich
