Viacheslav I of Kiev - Succession

Succession

Viacheslav I Vladimirovich Rurikovich Born: 1083 Died: 2 February 1154
Regnal titles
Preceded by
Sviatoslav Vladimirovich
Prince of Smolensk
1113–1125
Succeeded by
Rostislav Mstislavich
Vacant control of Grand Prince Title last held by Viacheslav Iaropolkovich Prince of Turov
1125–1132
Succeeded by
Vsevolod Mstislavich
Preceded by
Izyaslav Mstislavich
Prince of Pereyaslavl
1132–1134
Succeeded by
Andrey Vladimirovich
Preceded by
Iziaslav Vladimirovich
Prince of Turov
1134–1146
Succeeded by
Andrei Boguliubski
Preceded by
Andrey Vladimirovich
Prince of Pereyaslavl
1142
Succeeded by
Iziaslav Vladimirovich
Unknown Prince of Peresopnitsa
1146–1149
Unknown
Unknown Prince of Vyshgorod
1149–1151
Unknown
Preceded by
Yaropolk II
Grand Prince of Kiev
1139
Succeeded by
Vsevolod II
Preceded by
Yuri I
Grand Prince of Kiev
1151–1154
with Iziaslav II
Succeeded by
Rostislav I
Titles in pretence
Preceded by
Yaropolk II
Grand Prince of Kiev
1132–1139
Succeeded by
Yuri Dolgorukiy
Preceded by
Sviatoslav Vseslavich
2nd in line to Grand Prince of Kiev
1130–1132
Succeeded by
Yuri Dolgorukiy

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