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“Reign with Glory” is a largely successful literary experiment, in which the author Pyotr Dinets examines in detail the question of what would happen to Russia if... And then there are a number of conditions. As you might have already guessed, this work belongs to the category of “hit and miss” works. Which is not surprising, since fundamental changes in the course of history can only occur if some foreign force influences it.

So this time, a resident of the 21st century finds himself in the seventeenth century. He finds himself in Russia when Emperor Nicholas 1st ruled there. Such literary experiments do not appear very often and they are always interesting to read. By the way, about the emperor. Some malicious historians claimed that he was a “boa constrictor” who strangled Russia for 30 years in a row. Well, the main character of the book “Reign with Glory” will have to completely reform everything that is happening and direct home country according to a new course, implying an unprecedented economic breakthrough.

His plans include, at a minimum, the destruction of the noble opposition (not genocide, but simply a victory over the opposing political force), as well as the abolition of serfdom. The plans are large-scale. You can’t describe everything in a short summary, so we recommend that you read the book “Reign with Glory” by yourself from a writer named Peter Dinets. The experiment is all the more interesting because main character This piece doesn't have any truly outstanding abilities. He is not a genius or a special forces soldier, not even a scientist. And yet, he is quite capable of launching an industrial revolution so that the country can live a comfortable life for many decades. But can he?

This is not an idle question, since, even having all the necessary historical knowledge, it is still necessary to remember that, having influenced one single historical event, you are already completely changing the conditions of the game. And from now on you will have to rely only on yourself.

However, ahead, according to historical chronicles, Russia is facing a war with Britain. This means that the main character must rearm the entire fleet and the entire army. In addition, he is going to close the issue with the Caucasus once and for all. If you can’t wait to study all the details and plot twists and turns on your own, then we recommend that you read the book “Reign with Glory” from an author named Peter Dinets.

The main character of this work strives to put into practice the statement of Nicholas 1st, that if the Russian flag was raised somewhere once, it should not be lowered there again. The book will be especially interesting to fans of alternative history.

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Petr Iosifovich Dinets

"Reign with glory!" Liberator from the future

© Dinets P., 2017

© Yauza Publishing House LLC, 2017

© Eksmo Publishing House LLC, 2017

Book one

Tsesarevich

I closed the book and closed my eyes tiredly. It's already midnight and I have to go to work tomorrow. “I’ll be like a zombie again in the morning,” I thought. I have a little fetish: when there are a few pages left before the end of a book, I definitely have to finish them, even if, like now, I feel killed after a day of work and I know that no amount of coffee will help tomorrow morning.

What if you love to read? Since childhood, you have been devouring books, and the habit of reading is as natural for you as the habit of smoking is for some. So, when I finished one book, I automatically started another, and sometimes I read several in parallel.

It was really hard this morning.

- For coffee? – asked Sashok.

“Yeah,” I answered gloomily, “no milk and a lot.”

- Baba? – he asked sarcastically.

“If only,” I answered, “so, an unhealthy passion for literature.”

“I see,” he drawled, but did not continue the topic. Sasha and I are typical work buddies. Coffee together in the morning, lunch at noon, also together or in the company of several other colleagues. Friday beer after work. Actually, our boss suggested the ritual of drinking beer in order to unite the team, but the tradition did not take root, and my colleague and I picked up the fallen banner.

We didn't communicate outside of work. He didn't like to read. So our conversations boiled down to small talks, TV series, which my friend watched a lot, and Sashka’s adventures: real and imaginary. I liked his optimism and love of life. I myself approached life more thoroughly, and most of my friends could easily be classified as “serious young people.” That's why I was impressed by carefree people, even if we didn't always have much in common.

Despite the lack of sleep, the day passed surprisingly quickly. Another rush at work continued, and with endless meetings and reports, the day flew by unnoticed. Fatigue hit me as soon as I left the office. Going down in the elevator, I felt empty: like a balloon from which all the air has been pumped out. Just a working getaway.

I got home, as usual, by subway and during rush hour, in a carriage packed to the brim, so that I didn’t have to hold on to the handrails. Hanging out in the crowded carriage, I remembered the book I read just now - the biography of Nicholas the First. Controversial personality. Some consider him a despot, others - a knight of autocracy. It so happened that most people know about the reign of Nicholas by its beginning and end. That is, according to the Decembrist uprising and the Crimean War. Few people have heard about the Russian-Persian and Russian-Turkish(next) wars, about the salvation of Turkey in the fight against Ali Pasha, about the suppression of the Polish and Hungarian uprisings. This is mostly known to specialists or those who are specifically interested.

Many people see the Nicholas era as a period of stagnation between the reign of Alexander the First with his dramatic struggle with Napoleon, and the reign of Alexander the Second, the Tsar-Liberator, who died at the hands of terrorists. I was thinking about something else: did Nikolai have freedom of choice? Were his decisions wrong or is it an afterthought of his descendants, and even emperors do not have free will and are constrained by circumstances?

Arriving home and hastily having the usual scrambled eggs and sandwich for dinner, I started surfing the Internet. After reading a book, I like to check information from other sources. Out of curiosity and objectivity. What I like about Wikipedia is its links. Once I started reading one article, I jumped to another, which gave me more full picture eras, from political alignments to technology.

About Crimean War I read its heroes, Nakhimov and Kornilov, when I was still a schoolboy. I knew much less about the Nikolaev generals: Paskevich, Ermolov and Dibich. So I wanted to fill in the gaps. After hanging out on the Internet, I fell asleep only after midnight, and quickly, as if the light in my head had been turned off. If I had known how useful any piece of information about the time of Nicholas I would be to me, I would not sleep a wink all night, memorizing everything I could. But what is the use of after-knowledge?

I woke up with a surprisingly clear head and without an alarm clock. No alarm because someone was shaking my shoulder. This someone turned out to be a gray-haired old man with large and shaggy sideburns.

“Your Highness,” he said pleadingly, “get up, you have classes soon, and you haven’t washed yourself yet.”

At first I thought it was a prank, but I quickly pushed that thought away. Firstly, no one had the keys to my apartment, and I have serious friends - they don’t play pranks. And secondly, I knew this old man, and the decor of the room looked familiar.

It's been a month since I went back in time. It seemed to me that a whole life had passed. I learned on the very first day that I had moved to November 1812, into the body of Nikolai Pavlovich, the future Emperor Nicholas I. Andrei Osipovich, my valet, woke me up, helped me wash and escorted me to the classroom, where I was already

Petr Dinets

"REIGN TO GLORY!" Liberator from the future

Book 1 Tsesarevich

I closed the book and closed my eyes tiredly. It's already midnight and I have to go to work tomorrow. “I’ll be like a zombie again in the morning,” I thought.” I have a little fetish: when there are a few pages left before the end of the book, I definitely have to finish them, even if, like now, I feel killed after a working day and knowing that tomorrow morning no amount of coffee will help.

What to do if you love to read. Since childhood, you have been devouring books and the habit of reading is as natural to you as the habit of smoking is to some. So, when I finished one book, I automatically started another, and sometimes I read several in parallel.

It was really hard this morning.

For coffee? - asked Sashok.

“Yeah,” I answered gloomily, “no milk and a lot.”

Woman? - he asked sarcastically.

If only,” I answered, “so, an unhealthy passion for literature.”

“I see,” he drawled, but did not continue the topic. Sasha and I are typical work buddies. Coffee together in the morning, lunch at noon, also together or in the company of several other colleagues. Friday beer after work. Actually, our boss suggested the ritual of drinking beer in order to unite the team, but the tradition did not take root, and my colleague and I picked up the fallen banner.

We didn't communicate outside of work. He didn't like to read. So our conversations boiled down to small talks, TV series, which my friend watched a lot, and Sashka’s adventures: real and imaginary. I liked his optimism and love of life. I myself approached life more thoroughly, and most of my friends could easily be classified as “serious young people.” That's why I was impressed by carefree people, even if we didn't always have much in common.

Despite the lack of sleep, the day passed surprisingly quickly. Another rush at work continued, and with endless meetings and reports, the day flew by unnoticed. Fatigue hit me as soon as I left the office. Going down in the elevator, I felt empty: like a balloon from which all the air has been pumped out. Just a working getaway.

I got home as usual, by subway and during rush hour, in a carriage packed to the brim, so that I didn’t have to hold on to the handrails. Hanging out in the crowded carriage, I remembered the book I read just now - the biography of Nicholas the First. Controversial personality. Some consider him a despot, others a knight of autocracy. It so happened that most people know about the reign of Nicholas by its beginning and end. That is, according to the Decembrist uprising and the Crimean War. Few people have heard about the Russian-Persian and Russian-Turkish (regular) wars, about the salvation of Turkey in the fight against Ali Pasha, about the suppression of the Polish and Hungarian uprisings. This is mostly known to specialists or those who are specifically interested.

Many people see the Nicholas era as a period of stagnation between the reign of Alexander the First with his dramatic struggle with Napoleon, and the reign of Alexander the Second - the liberating king who died at the hands of terrorists. I was thinking about something else: did Nikolai have freedom of choice? Were his decisions wrong, or is it an afterthought of his descendants, and even emperors do not have free will and are constrained by circumstances.

Arriving home and quickly having the usual scrambled eggs and sandwich for dinner, I sat down on the Internet. After reading a book, I like to check information from other sources. Out of curiosity and objectivity. What I like about Wikipedia is its links. Having started reading one article, I jumped to another, which gave a more complete picture of the era, from political alignments to technology.

I read about the Crimean War and its heroes: Nakhimov and Kornilov when I was still a schoolboy. I knew much less about the Nikolaev generals: Paskevich, Ermolov and Dibich. So I wanted to fill in the gaps. After hanging out on the Internet, I fell asleep only after midnight, and quickly, as if the light in my head had been turned off. If I had known how useful any piece of information about the time of Nicholas I would be to me, I would not sleep a wink all night, memorizing everything I could. But what is the use of afterknowledge?

I woke up with a surprisingly clear head and without an alarm clock. No alarm because someone was shaking my shoulder. This someone turned out to be a gray-haired old man with large and shaggy sideburns.

“Your Highness,” he said pleadingly, “get up, you have classes soon, and you haven’t washed your face yet.” At first I thought it was a prank, but I quickly pushed that thought away. Firstly, no one had the keys to my apartment, and my friends are serious - they don’t play pranks. And secondly, I knew this old man, and the decor of the room looked familiar.

It's been a month since I went back in time. It seemed to me that a whole life had passed. I learned on the very first day that I had moved to November 1812, into the body of Nikolai Pavlovich, the future Emperor Nicholas I. Andrei Osipovich, my valet, woke me up, helped me wash up and escorted me to the classroom, where he was already waiting for me younger brother Mikhail and Andrei Karlovich Storkh - our teacher of political economy. The idea of ​​teaching a political economy lesson to 16 and 14 year old teenagers at eight in the morning was clearly crazy, plus, Mikhail and I’s teacher did it dryly and pedantically, reading to us from his printed French book, without diversifying this monotony in any way.

As it turned out, my consciousness overlapped with the recipient’s memory, which helped me a lot. Because I remembered the events and people from the life of the real Nikolai, and that’s the only reason I didn’t burn myself to death. Recognition of people and events associated with them came naturally. As if someone was telling me from over my shoulder. But all this happened in my head, completely unaccountably. It’s strange, but for some reason I believed what happened almost instantly, and I was overcome with horror. Not the horror of being exposed, but the horror of loneliness. My family and friends, my entire previous life, in an instant, without warning, found themselves in the past, that is, in the future. The world changed overnight. After all, the level of technology significantly determines existence, and I moved two hundred years into the past, into a world without the Internet, television, telephone, and indeed, without much of what makes up our life in the 21st century, and therefore I felt like a child, because I had a lot to learn all over again. For example, having gotten used to the keyboard, and practically having lost the habit of writing by hand, I had to learn to write with a pen without blots. Instead of using a car, I had to learn to ride a horse. And although the recipient’s body remembered all these skills and performed them automatically, I had a dissonance between motor skills and personal habits. Over time it smoothed out, but the first months it was quite painful.

Petr Dinets

"REIGN TO GLORY!" Liberator from the future

Book 1 Tsesarevich

I closed the book and closed my eyes tiredly. It's already midnight and I have to go to work tomorrow. “I’ll be like a zombie again in the morning,” I thought.” I have a little fetish: when there are a few pages left before the end of the book, I definitely have to finish them, even if, like now, I feel killed after a working day and knowing that tomorrow morning no amount of coffee will help.

What to do if you love to read. Since childhood, you have been devouring books and the habit of reading is as natural to you as the habit of smoking is to some. So, when I finished one book, I automatically started another, and sometimes I read several in parallel.

It was really hard this morning.

For coffee? - asked Sashok.

“Yeah,” I answered gloomily, “no milk and a lot.”

Woman? - he asked sarcastically.

If only,” I answered, “so, an unhealthy passion for literature.”

“I see,” he drawled, but did not continue the topic. Sasha and I are typical work buddies. Coffee together in the morning, lunch at noon, also together or in the company of several other colleagues. Friday beer after work. Actually, our boss suggested the ritual of drinking beer in order to unite the team, but the tradition did not take root, and my colleague and I picked up the fallen banner.

We didn't communicate outside of work. He didn't like to read. So our conversations boiled down to small talks, TV series, which my friend watched a lot, and Sashka’s adventures: real and imaginary. I liked his optimism and love of life. I myself approached life more thoroughly, and most of my friends could easily be classified as “serious young people.” That's why I was impressed by carefree people, even if we didn't always have much in common.

Despite the lack of sleep, the day passed surprisingly quickly. Another rush at work continued, and with endless meetings and reports, the day flew by unnoticed. Fatigue hit me as soon as I left the office. Going down in the elevator, I felt empty: like a balloon from which all the air has been pumped out. Just a working getaway.

I got home as usual, by subway and during rush hour, in a carriage packed to the brim, so that I didn’t have to hold on to the handrails. Hanging out in the crowded carriage, I remembered the book I read just now - the biography of Nicholas the First. Controversial personality. Some consider him a despot, others a knight of autocracy. It so happened that most people know about the reign of Nicholas by its beginning and end. That is, according to the Decembrist uprising and the Crimean War. Few people have heard about the Russian-Persian and Russian-Turkish (regular) wars, about the salvation of Turkey in the fight against Ali Pasha, about the suppression of the Polish and Hungarian uprisings. This is mostly known to specialists or those who are specifically interested.

Many people see the Nicholas era as a period of stagnation between the reign of Alexander the First with his dramatic struggle with Napoleon, and the reign of Alexander the Second - the liberating king who died at the hands of terrorists. I was thinking about something else: did Nikolai have freedom of choice? Were his decisions wrong, or is it an afterthought of his descendants, and even emperors do not have free will and are constrained by circumstances.

Arriving home and quickly having the usual scrambled eggs and sandwich for dinner, I sat down on the Internet. After reading a book, I like to check information from other sources. Out of curiosity and objectivity. What I like about Wikipedia is its links. Having started reading one article, I jumped to another, which gave a more complete picture of the era, from political alignments to technology.

I read about the Crimean War and its heroes: Nakhimov and Kornilov when I was still a schoolboy. I knew much less about the Nikolaev generals: Paskevich, Ermolov and Dibich. So I wanted to fill in the gaps. After hanging out on the Internet, I fell asleep only after midnight, and quickly, as if the light in my head had been turned off. If I had known how useful any piece of information about the time of Nicholas I would be to me, I would not sleep a wink all night, memorizing everything I could. But what is the use of afterknowledge?

I woke up with a surprisingly clear head and without an alarm clock. No alarm because someone was shaking my shoulder. This someone turned out to be a gray-haired old man with large and shaggy sideburns.

“Your Highness,” he said pleadingly, “get up, you have classes soon, and you haven’t washed your face yet.” At first I thought it was a prank, but I quickly pushed that thought away. Firstly, no one had the keys to my apartment, and my friends are serious - they don’t play pranks. And secondly, I knew this old man, and the decor of the room looked familiar.

It's been a month since I went back in time. It seemed to me that a whole life had passed. I learned on the very first day that I had moved to November 1812, into the body of Nikolai Pavlovich, the future Emperor Nicholas I. Andrei Osipovich, my valet, who woke me up, helped me wash and escorted me to the classroom, where my younger brother Mikhail and Andrei Karlovich Storkh, our political economy teacher, were already waiting for me. The idea of ​​teaching a political economy lesson to 16 and 14 year old teenagers at eight in the morning was clearly crazy, plus, Mikhail and I’s teacher did it dryly and pedantically, reading to us from his printed French book, without diversifying this monotony in any way.

As it turned out, my consciousness overlapped with the recipient’s memory, which helped me a lot. Because I remembered the events and people from the life of the real Nikolai, and that’s the only reason I didn’t burn myself to death. Recognition of people and events associated with them came naturally. As if someone was telling me from over my shoulder. But all this happened in my head, completely unaccountably. It’s strange, but for some reason I believed what happened almost instantly, and I was overcome with horror. Not the horror of being exposed, but the horror of loneliness. My family and friends, my entire previous life, in an instant, without warning, found themselves in the past, that is, in the future. The world changed overnight. After all, the level of technology significantly determines existence, and I moved two hundred years into the past, into a world without the Internet, television, telephone, and indeed, without much of what makes up our life in the 21st century, and therefore I felt like a child, because I had a lot to learn all over again. For example, having gotten used to the keyboard, and practically having lost the habit of writing by hand, I had to learn to write with a pen without blots. Instead of using a car, I had to learn to ride a horse. And although the recipient’s body remembered all these skills and performed them automatically, I had a dissonance between motor skills and personal habits. Over time it smoothed out, but the first months it was quite painful.

I didn’t know if I would ever return to my time, and therefore, assuming the worst case scenario, I decided to get used to this era as much as possible and make my stay here as comfortable as possible. Fortunately, the position of the Grand Duke, the emperor’s brother, greatly contributed to this. I did not have far-reaching plans to transform the country, because I was a simple person from the future, who did not yet feel an internal connection with the time in which he found himself. Therefore, I decided not to think ahead for now, so as not to mess things up. After-knowledge gave me some advantage, but knowledge gleaned from books does not always reflect reality. Alas, theory and practice are, as they say in Odessa: two big differences.

I spent the first days in a kind of stupor, acting automatically, fortunately I was helped by the memory of the recipient and the intensity of our studies with Mikhail. I only had to communicate with my family at dinner and in the evenings. Since, apparently, the real Nikolai I was rather absent-minded and did not feel much desire to study; my silence did not look too suspicious. My younger brother tried to find out what was wrong with me, but I cited fatigue and anxiety. Since the war with Napoleon was going on and everyone was alarmed by the danger that threatened the fatherland, this explanation seemed convincing to Mikhail.

Despite the fact that I came into this world at the height of the war with Napoleon, the First Patriotic War, the events that took place at the front passed us by. The very concept of a front did not yet exist, yet the scale was not the same. Although people died in the thousands, and the victory over Bonaparte had to be paid with the lives of three hundred thousand soldiers and civilians. But in Gatchina, where I found myself, the war seemed something far away. Of course, there was tension in the air. People eagerly awaited news from the army, and people always crowded around the visiting officers, rushing to find out the news. But in this atmosphere, we continued our daily classes under the zealous general’s eye of Lamzdorf, our teacher with Mikhail. It was a typical martinet, despotic and limited. Appointed as our teacher by Paul I, my (that is, Nicholas) father, he remained so under my brother, Alexander. For some reason, my mother, Maria Feodorovna, who lived with us in Gatchina, was impressed by this despotic style of education; perhaps her Prussian roots affected her. True, as we grew older, we began to spend more and more time with other teachers who taught us law, economics, mathematics, physics and military sciences: strategy, tactics and engineering.

Petr Iosifovich Dinets

"Reign with glory!" Liberator from the future

© Dinets P., 2017

© Yauza Publishing House LLC, 2017

© Eksmo Publishing House LLC, 2017

Book one

Tsesarevich

I closed the book and closed my eyes tiredly. It's already midnight and I have to go to work tomorrow. “I’ll be like a zombie again in the morning,” I thought. I have a little fetish: when there are a few pages left before the end of a book, I definitely have to finish them, even if, like now, I feel killed after a day of work and I know that no amount of coffee will help tomorrow morning.

What if you love to read? Since childhood, you have been devouring books, and the habit of reading is as natural for you as the habit of smoking is for some. So, when I finished one book, I automatically started another, and sometimes I read several in parallel.

It was really hard this morning.

- For coffee? – asked Sashok.

“Yeah,” I answered gloomily, “no milk and a lot.”

- Baba? – he asked sarcastically.

“If only,” I answered, “so, an unhealthy passion for literature.”

“I see,” he drawled, but did not continue the topic. Sasha and I are typical work buddies. Coffee together in the morning, lunch at noon, also together or in the company of several other colleagues. Friday beer after work. Actually, our boss suggested the ritual of drinking beer in order to unite the team, but the tradition did not take root, and my colleague and I picked up the fallen banner.

We didn't communicate outside of work. He didn't like to read. So our conversations boiled down to small talks, TV series, which my friend watched a lot, and Sashka’s adventures: real and imaginary. I liked his optimism and love of life. I myself approached life more thoroughly, and most of my friends could easily be classified as “serious young people.” That's why I was impressed by carefree people, even if we didn't always have much in common.

Despite the lack of sleep, the day passed surprisingly quickly. Another rush at work continued, and with endless meetings and reports, the day flew by unnoticed. Fatigue hit me as soon as I left the office. Going down in the elevator, I felt empty: like a balloon from which all the air has been pumped out. Just a working getaway.

I got home, as usual, by subway and during rush hour, in a carriage packed to the brim, so that I didn’t have to hold on to the handrails. Hanging out in the crowded carriage, I remembered the book I read just now - the biography of Nicholas the First. Controversial personality. Some consider him a despot, others - a knight of autocracy. It so happened that most people know about the reign of Nicholas by its beginning and end. That is, according to the Decembrist uprising and the Crimean War. Few people have heard about the Russian-Persian and Russian-Turkish (regular) wars, about the salvation of Turkey in the fight against Ali Pasha, about the suppression of the Polish and Hungarian uprisings. This is mostly known to specialists or those who are specifically interested.

Many people see the Nicholas era as a period of stagnation between the reign of Alexander the First with his dramatic struggle with Napoleon, and the reign of Alexander the Second, the Tsar-Liberator, who died at the hands of terrorists. I was thinking about something else: did Nikolai have freedom of choice? Were his decisions wrong or is it an afterthought of his descendants, and even emperors do not have free will and are constrained by circumstances?

Arriving home and hastily having the usual scrambled eggs and sandwich for dinner, I started surfing the Internet. After reading a book, I like to check information from other sources. Out of curiosity and objectivity. What I like about Wikipedia is its links. Having started reading one article, I jumped to another, which gave a more complete picture of the era, from political alignments to technology.

I read about the Crimean War and its heroes, Nakhimov and Kornilov, when I was still a schoolboy. I knew much less about the Nikolaev generals: Paskevich, Ermolov and Dibich. So I wanted to fill in the gaps. After hanging out on the Internet, I fell asleep only after midnight, and quickly, as if the light in my head had been turned off. If I had known how useful any piece of information about the time of Nicholas I would be to me, I would not sleep a wink all night, memorizing everything I could. But what is the use of after-knowledge?

I woke up with a surprisingly clear head and without an alarm clock. No alarm because someone was shaking my shoulder. This someone turned out to be a gray-haired old man with large and shaggy sideburns.