‘my father, my commanding officer’,
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and trusted him completely. A rich
man whose grandfather had made money from a monopoly of salt in the
Crimea under Catherine the Great, he had only recently married
Griboyedov’s cousin. She would later hold court with great magnificence
as the Governor’s wife in Tiflis; one English visitor (Captain Mignan)
described her later as festooned with pearls the size of peas.
The struggle for power between Yermolov and Paskievich continued
until the spring of 1827. Paskievich, driven to distraction by Yermolov’s
obstructive policies, laid all the blame for the war and the lamentable
situation in the Caucasus on Yermolov,
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and finally declared that either
he or Yermolov must go. The Emperor, still playing for time, sent Dibich
to investigate the situation, but gave him authority to choose between
the two commanders. Dibich, after several weeks of hesitation, came
down on the side of Paskievich. Yermolov was forced to resign, his
humiliation compounded by an official reprimand, and on 27 March
Paskievich was appointed as Supreme Commander in the Caucasus.
Yermolov left Tiflis a few days later, never to return. At Taganrog, he
turned aside to visit the spot where Alexander I had died – ‘with whom
was buried all my good fortune’.
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It is hard to believe that Griboyedov saw the departure of his old
patron without a feeling of pity and regret. But in the meantime he had
learned to work with Paskievich, and found his new role in many ways
more interesting than the old. Not only was Paskievich favourably
disposed towards him as a relative, but he was far more ready to make
use of him. Unlike Yermolov, who delegated as little as possible, even in
the writing of reports, Paskievich was inexperienced in dealing with the
Byzantine ways of the St Petersburg bureaucracy, and needed secretarial
help. Involved as he was with the war, he was content to delegate all
he could to Griboyedov’s tirelessly fluent pen. For the first time in his
working life, Griboyedov had a taste of real administrative power;
Paskievich, delighted to be relieved of bureaucratic detail, came to rely on
his clever subordinate more and more. ‘Do not expect any poetry from
me,’ Griboyedov wrote to Bulgarin.
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‘The highlanders, the Persians,
the Turks, the needs of the administration, and the huge volume of
paper generated by my present superior, overwhelm me and demand all
my activity.’
Griboyedov spent six months in Tiflis, keeping his head down while
the rival commanders jostled for position, renewing his acquaintances
among the Georgian gentry. There were visits to the Chavchavadzes and
their neighbour Praskovya Nikolayevna Akhverdova, the widow of a
former artillery general and the guardian of a clutch of marriageable
girls. Prince Chavchavadze, as a serving soldier, had entrusted his wife
and family to Madame Akhverdova’s care; they lived in a wing of her
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