Linda Himelstein - The King of Vodka

Pyotr Arsenievich Smirnov The King of Vodka

Mariya Nikolayevna Smirnova Smirnovs third wife

Arseniy Smirnov Smirnovs father

Grigoriy Smirnov Smirnovs uncle

Ivan Smirnov Smirnovs uncle

Pyotr Petrovich Smirnov Smirnovs eldest son

Nikolay Petrovich Smirnov Smirnovs second-eldest son

Vladimir Petrovich Smirnov Smirnovs third-eldest son

Sergey Petrovich Smirnov Smirnovs fourth-eldest son

Aleksey Petrovich Smirnov Smirnovs youngest son

Aleksandra Petrovna Smirnova Smirnovs youngest daughter

Matryona Smirnova Smirnovs mother

Venedikt Smirnov Smirnovs uncle

Eugeniya Ilyinichna Smirnova Pyotr Petrovichs wife

Aleksandra Pavlovna Smirnova Vladimir Petrovichs second wife, mother of his son

Tatiana Smirnova-Maksheyeva Vladimir Petrovichs third wife and memoirist

Valentina Piontkovskaya Operetta star and Vladimirs lover

Martemyan Borisovskiy Aleksandra Smirnovas lover, later husband

Konstantin Petrovich Bakhrushin Smirnovs son-in-law

Arseniy Petrovich Smirnov Smirnovs grandson born to Pyotr

Vladimir Vladimirovich Smirnov Smirnovs grandson born to Vladimir

Nikolay Venediktovich Smirnov Smirnovs cousin and vodka factory director

Oleg Smirnov Smirnovs grandson born to Sergey

Boris Smirnov Smirnovs great-great-grandson, through Alekseys line

Aleksander Shtriter

Kamill Deprs

M. A. Popov

Nikolay Shustov

Emile Rouget

Keller & Co.

Tsar Aleksander II Known by some as the Great Reformer

Tsar Aleksander III Proponent of the vodka monopoly

Tsar Nikolay II Last Russian Tsar

Ivan Vyshnegradskiy Minister of Finance 18871892

Sergey Witte Minister of Finance 18921903

Vladimir Lenin Leader of the Bolshevik Party

Leon Trotskiy Lenins number two and Commander of the Red Army

Josef Stalin Future leader of the Soviet Union

Lev Tolstoy Outspoken Temperance Advocate

Anton Chekhov Critic of Smirnov and other vodka makers

Maxim Gorkiy Chronicled the Russian Revolution

Fyodor Dostoevskiy Anti-alcohol, anti-merchant advocate

Aleksander Ostrovskiy Playwright, outspoken critic of merchants

This historical narrative account is based on exhaustive research conducted over more than four years in the United States and Russia. Information included in the book was gleaned from over 500 archival documents, approximately 250 articles from periodicals and newspapers, more than 900 books, and interviews with a dozen or more leading experts in related fields. In some instances, primary sources could not be found at all, were incomplete, or in conflict with other sources. In these cases, available documentation and relevant historical context were relied upon to provide likely accounts of events. In other circumstances, corroborating evidence supporting personal recollections or viewpoints could not be found. For example, some of Vladimir Smirnovs many remembrances, recorded by his third wife, could not be verified. Notations have been included throughout the book to alert readers to these occasions wherever possible.

Citations, both in English and Russian, are extensive, though they do not include references for facts that are widely known or accepted. And unless otherwise noted, translations of Russian documents were provided by Tatiana Glezer. Names in the book are transliterated into a hybrid of Russian and English spellings to retain their Russian feel but make them easier to read. In addition, Russia followed the Julian calendar until January 31, 1918. Thus, all dates prior to that time are given according to the Julian, not Gregorian, calendar. Finally, converting nineteenth-and early twentieth-century Russian rubles into todays dollar equivalents proved to be a particularly daunting challenge. An elaborate three-step process was developed to make this calculation with the help of Sofya Alekseyevna Salomatina, coordinator of the Center for Economic History at Moscow State University, and an indispensable resource by Samuel Williamson titled Six Ways to Compute the Relative Value of a U.S. Dollar Amount, 1774 to Present.

The smell of mud and wet stone hung in the air. Moscow had been in the midst of an unusually warm spell. It was already late November, yet dandelions and daisies were poking out of the earth, nurtured by a steady balmy drizzle. The few flakes of snow that had fallen had quickly vanished, leaving cobblestones glistening on the ground. As the springlike days wore on, it seemed like winter might never come.

But it did, finally. As December 1898 arrived, a chill snuck up on Moscow like an invading army. Snow began to fall before daybreak and continued without interruption. Soon, a thick coat of white buried the city. Sledges, large wooden carriages that glided around town on metal runners, took the place of clumsier wheeled vehicles. Within a day, temperatures dropped another fifteen degrees, leaving Russias then second-largest city in its more typical seasonal state: gray and frigid.

Little else, however, was typical that December day, particularly at the corner of Pyatnitskaya Street just past the Cast Iron Bridge, a pathway that led directly to Red Square and the Kremlin. Since 8 AM, crowds had flowed into this neighborhood, known as a hub for Moscows flourishing merchant class. Wealthy businessmen arrived with their elegant wives; important government officials and religious leaders left behind other pressing matters to make an appearance. Workers and peasants showed up in droves, spilling out into the street leading to St. John the Baptist Church. The crush was so dense that movement became almost impossible. Horse-drawn trams that usually seesawed through the center of Pyatnitskaya were forced to stop running as long lines of mourning carriages surrounded the block.1

At 9 AM, the bell rang out, snapping the masses to attention. All eyes turned toward a majestic funeral chariot outfitted with a canopy of rich silver brocade.2 It was parked before the grandest residence on the block, a three-story-high mansion that was a testament to the architectural beauty cropping up all over Russia. The homes sheer sizewith thirty-one street-facing windowswould have been enough to stop even the most refined passersby. But this structure also looked something like a museum. Ornate carvings of flowers, leaves, lions, and two-headed eagles were etched into the outer faade. A cast-iron balcony adorned the corner of the third floor along with glorious artisan porches. At the main entrance, an elaborate, black-iron archway marked the homes stately gateway. Viewing the home at its cornermost point from across the Moscow River, it resembled a small luxury liner heading out to sea.

The heavy wooden doors parted and the archdeacon from St. John the Baptist Church emerged, softly reciting prayers. A group carrying a coffin cover decorated with a wreath made of natural flowers fell into line after him. A choir came out then, singing the Holy God prayer, followed by a dozen workers. Each carried a pillow with sacred medals and honors earned by the deceased during an extraordinary life. Other church elders and dignitaries followed next, including ten priests wearing shimmering robes. At last, a coffin emerged, draped in a sumptuous fabric made of golden brocade and raspberry velvet.