The night of the 15th to the 16th of September1 a fight broke out at the Varvarskie Gates of Kitai-gorod because Amvrosii,2 archbishop of Moscow and Kaluga, had sent thither to seal the money chest, in order that it not be stolen; the fight was in the 9th hour after midday, and in the 11th they came to the Kremlin, pillaged the archbishop's house that is in the Chudov Monastery. In that house tonsured tsars had lived. The archbishop drove off to the Don Monastery: the pillage continued all night and the following day till the 7th hour after midday. This day, the 16th of September in the morning, a party of rioters set out to find the archbishop and to open the quarantine houses and release the convicts held in the jail of the Investigatory Bureau. Those who entered the monastery beat and interrogated many, asking whether the archbishop was there; they found him, he had been making his confession and, taking Holy Communion, celebrated the mass. After which he dressed himself in a gray muzhik's caftan and hid himself in the church behind the iconostasis in the choir loft. From there the miscreants dragged him out, yet at his request they allowed him to kiss the icons. Then, having dragged him into the courtyard, one miscreant struck him in the back with a stake, from which he sat down, but suddenly the others cried out: "Do not beat him in the monastery so that the holy place not be defiled with his blood." And so they hustled him behind the monastery, where the leaders—one assessor, the other a servant of Mr. Raevskii3—struck him with stakes on the head, and the others started beating him; they pierced the eyes, cut up the face, tore out the beard, stabbed the chest, broke the bones. In a word, all his body was one wound. Meanwhile in the Kremlin the breakage and pillage in the Chudov Monastery continued: the windows were all broken out, the paintings were ripped, the furniture was all broken and torn; the library,4 consisting of selected church books and others that relate to all sorts of sciences and arts, in different languages, and of rare manuscript books, everything was utterly destroyed and pillaged; in the stables the coaches and carriages were broken to pieces. And when the monastery servants said to them, the brigands, that those [conveyances] were not the archbishop's but the miraclemakers', then the brigands answered them that miraclemakers do not ride in them. In the chapel the holy icons were ripped, all the metal icon-covers were pillaged; the gospel was left on the altar, but the Books of the Apostles were torn off and carried away, the communion cloth was torn up, all the vessels were pillaged, the painted icons were defaced by piercing the eyes. They got into the cellar, and finally to the winestores and storerooms in the monastery that belong to the merchant Ptitsin. At that time all the streets were filled with people running home with plunder, some with drink, some with books, some with clothes, some even with fine leather; 5 vodkas6 from French wine were then for sale by the rioters for ten, twenty, and thirty [kopecks]; Hungarian champagne for the same price; English beer for five. Inside and outside the monastery they broke open barrels of wine, dipping it out with hats and caps. They ravaged the consistory, plundered the monastery servants and removed all the property; they got into the brothers' cells, yet their incursion was in vain. Along the streets the rioters went in parties and teams, openly and fearlessly cursing the archbishop, inciting every sort of rabble, threatening the officers and all townspeople loyal to their fatherland. They emptied the Danilov quarantine, they were about to advance on the other quarantines, and on the jail too, but from there they were driven off.
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