All the Guards as well as all of the troops of Saint Petersburg garrison are present on the Dvorzovaya Square. Drums roll breaks and it leaves the square and troops in complete silence. Of course standarts wave on the wind and rare snowflakes fall on the shining bayonets. But no one pays attantion to that. Everyone, all as one, listen to the voice of the Army commander:
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<div align="right">To be read in all the batallions,
squadrons and artillery companies</div id="right">
We, Alexander the First, Tzar and Autocrat of all the Great and Little and White Russia and others, and others, and others in recognition of his glorious victory on the field of Belgium which brought him the title of Master of Europe and covered arms of the Russian Army with eternal glory hereby create General-Fieldmarshal count Koryakov prince Koryakov-Bel'giyskiy.
<div align="right">This first day of November
in the Year of Grace one thouthand and sixths
<i>[signed Alexander]</i>"</div id="right">
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Hurah to his excellency Koryakov-Bel'giyskiy! And waves of powerful russian HURAH! roll over the capital......
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<center><b>Eyo Imperatorskogo Velichestva Leib-Kirassirskogo polku
General-Mayor Anton Valeryevich Kosyanenko
Commander of the Second Army of the West </b></center>
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