Castles of Sikhrov and Friedlant

Sikhrov is a piece of France in the Czech Republic. The refuge of the French noble family Rogan during the French Revolution, which became their home.

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The patience of the French Third Estate was overflowing with news of Marie Antoinette’s purchase of an expensive necklace during times of famine and heavy taxation. And although Marie-Antoinette in this situation was guiltless, her head was cut off just in case (still she only hung earrings on her). And the matter was as follows: Madame de la Mott really wanted to get a necklace that cost as much as one and a half of France, in order to pick out precious stones from it, sell it profitably and buy something with the proceeds (a certain logic can be traced). So she came up with a clever plan to implement her project, which almost came together. Under cover of night, she met with the Cardinal of Paris himself, telling him that she was Queen Marie Antoinette (and not Madame de la Motte, despite her resemblance), and asked him to take the ill-fated necklace in the jeweler and pay a little money for it, in exchange for the warmth of the royal embrace. Cardinal Rogan agreed. Either there was nowhere to spend money, or he was in love with the queen, or because of myopia he could not distinguish de la Mott from Marie Antoinette. Who knows him now...

In the morning Cardinal Rogan went to get the bag. Very impressive was the scene of raking out of the pockets of all available money in combination with the phrase: “Here I will pour you a little money, and you will bring a necklace somewhere (I will bring the address), and the rest of the money Marie-Antoinette will give, she said.” The jeweler, of course, took the money, but Rogan did not believe it. So I decided to double-check. He took the number for an audience, came to the court, apologized, shuffled with a leg and asked a question in his forehead about when to wait for the main money for the jewelry. As a response, the jeweler saw Her Highness’ open mouth with a fallen jaw, raised eyebrows with surprise and often clapping eyes. It's just the queen didn't know about the purchase. Here comes the ending: Rogan de la Mott was captured, in prisons shoved. Rogan was soon released, de la Mott escaped herself. But they didn't have to live long. For, and in the hearts, not waiting for the manifestations of love from the above-mentioned ruler, Rogan there and there, right and left, trumpeted with all his might about the ungodliness of the queen, her insidious nature and in general a tendency to deceit. And word of mouth did its job. The news of the Queen’s purchase of the necklace was passed by word of mouth, from town to town and from village to village. So the people rebelled. He wanted justice and blood. The government was executed. Rogan, too. Another of the Rogan family, seeing this lawlessness, fled to Germany. But the cunning French found him, stole him from a warm bed at night, returned him home and publicly executed him. Well, those Rogans, who were lucky enough to escape from public justice, hid in the Czech Republic, in the castle of Sikhrov, where they lived safely until the end of World War II. Today, Sikhrov shines with the splendor of halls, salons and bedrooms. That is why the castle is worth seeing. To see and appreciate the richness and sense of Rogan’s style. Walk through the flowering garden and drink a coffee floor in the shade of hundred-year-old chestnuts. And smoothly move to the next castle - Frydlant, where I will tell you another interesting story, the Czech version of the tale of a fisherman and a fish called Count Waldstein and his greed.