The theological seminary, founded in 1744 and transformed in 1814 into an academy, reckoned Platon and Philarete among its pupils.
After fresh trouble with the clergy, he returned to Paris and published a defence of his theories in a work entitled Ides sur la politique de Platon et d'Aristole.
1 7791 7 82); Lettres sur l'origine des sciences (1777); Lettres sur l'Atlantide de Platon (1779); and Traite de l'astronomie indienne et orientale (1787).
See Platon Vasilievich Pavlov, On the Historical Significance of the Reign of Boris Godunov (Rus.) (Moscow, 1850); Sergyei Mikhailivich Solovev, History of Russia (Rus.) (2nd ed., vols.
The catechisms of Levshin Platon (1762) and V.
The money they cost her was a small sum in comparison to the f 12,000,000 she lavished on her long series of lovers, who began with Soltykov and Stanislaus Poniatowski before she came to the throne, and ended with the youthful Platon Zubov, who was tenant of the post at her death.
It is plain that her intellect had begun to fail just before her death, for she allowed the reigning favourite, Platon Zubov, to persuade her to despatch his brother Valerian, with the rank of field marshal and an army of 20,000 men, on a crack-brained scheme to invade India by way of Persia and Tibet.
LEVSHIN PLATON (1737-1812), Russian divine, was born at Chashnikovo near Moscow, and educated in the academy of that city.
Three years afterwards Platon was appointed archimandrite of the monastery of the Trinity (Troitskaya Lavra) near Moscow, in 1770 archbishop of Tver, and in 1787 archbishop of Moscow and metropolitan.
Platon was a brilliant and learned man, and the author of several works which enjoyed a high reputation in their time, including A Short History of the Russian Church, which has been translated into English.
My name is Platon, and the surname is Karataev, he added, evidently wishing to make it easier for Pierre to address him.
And Platon Karataev told a long story of how he had gone into someone's copse to take wood, how he had been caught by the keeper, had been tried, flogged, and sent to serve as a soldier.
But if Platon hadn't been shaved for a soldier, Michael would have had to go.' called us all to him and, will you believe it, placed us in front of the icons.
And Platon shifted his seat on the straw.
"Eh?" murmured Platon, who had almost fallen asleep.
"Well, of course," replied Platon quickly, "the horses' saints.
For a long time Pierre did not sleep, but lay with eyes open in the darkness, listening to the regular snoring of Platon who lay beside him, and he felt that the world that had been shattered was once more stirring in his soul with a new beauty and on new and unshakable foundations.
Platon Karataev must have been fifty, judging by his stories of campaigns he had been in, told as by an old soldier.
To all the other prisoners Platon Karataev seemed a most ordinary soldier.
Platon Karataev knew nothing by heart except his prayers.
Sometimes Pierre, struck by the meaning of his words, would ask him to repeat them, but Platon could never recall what he had said a moment before, just as he never could repeat to Pierre the words of his favorite song: native and birch tree and my heart is sick occurred in it, but when spoken and not sung, no meaning could be got out of it.
I said Friday and here it is, ready, said Platon, smiling and unfolding the shirt he had sewn.
Platon kept repeating, pulling the shirt straight.
"You see, dear man, this is not a sewing shop, and I had no proper tools; and, as they say, one needs a tool even to kill a louse," said Platon with one of his round smiles, obviously pleased with his work.
Pierre saw that Platon did not want to understand what the Frenchman was saying, and he looked on without interfering.
There Platon Karataev was sitting covered up--head and all--with his greatcoat as if it were a vestment, telling the soldiers in his effective and pleasant though now feeble voice a story Pierre knew.
Judging by what he had said there was no one he had respected so highly as Platon Karataev.
"Platon Karataev?" he repeated, and pondered, evidently sincerely trying to imagine Karataev's opinion on the subject.