Succession
| Iziaslav II Mstislavich Rurikovich Born: ± 1097 Died: 13 November 1154 | ||
| Regnal titles | ||
|---|---|---|
| Preceded by Vsevolod Mstislavich |
Prince of Pereyaslav 1132 |
Succeeded by Viacheslav Vladimirovich |
| Prince of Turov 1132–1134 |
Succeeded by Viacheslav Vladimirovich (second time) |
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| Preceded by unknown |
Prince of Vladimir 1134–1142 |
Unknown |
| Preceded by unknown |
Prince of Volyn 1134–1142 |
Unknown |
| Preceded by Viacheslav Vladimirovich (second time) |
Prince of Pereyaslavl 1142–1145 |
Succeeded by Mstislav Izyaslavich |
| Preceded by Igor II |
Grand Prince of Kiev 1146–1149 |
Succeeded by Yuri I |
| Preceded by Vyacheslav I |
Grand Prince of Kiev 1151–1154 |
Succeeded by Rostislav I |
| Titles in pretence | ||
| Preceded by Vsevolod Mstislavovich |
Grand Prince of Kiev 1138–1139 |
Succeeded by Svyatoslav Vsevolodovich |
| Preceded by Yaropolk Vladimirovich |
2nd in line to Grand Prince of Kiev 1125–1138 |
Succeeded by Rostislav Mstislavich |
| Persondata | |
|---|---|
| Name | Iziaslav II of Kiev |
| Alternative names | |
| Short description | Grand Prince of Kiev |
| Date of birth | |
| Place of birth | |
| Date of death | 1154 |
| Place of death | |
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