My empress; twenty-three years of intimate life with the empress of all the Russias from her marriage to the day of her exileMouchanow, Marfa
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My empress; twenty-three years of intimate life with the empress of all the Russias from her marriage to the day of her exile
Mouchanow, Marfa
Alexandra, Empress, consort of Nicholas II, Emperor of Russia, 1872-1918
When I say “grew,” it is not quite exact. She had always believed in
good and bad omens, and she had brought with her from her German home
a quantity of beliefs in all kinds of uncanny things. She would not
have sat down thirteen at dinner for anything, and the sight of three
candles on a table made her frantic. She would not have put on a green
dress for fear it would bring her bad luck, and she was always careful
to look at a new moon from the right side. She never began anything
on a Friday, and she was firmly convinced that one could, if only one
were strong enough as a medium, summon people from another world into
one’s presence. She believed also in miracles, and would worship any
dirty relic which hundreds of unwashed peasants had kissed, without
feeling the least disgust, which was the more strange in that generally
she was almost meticulously careful not to touch anything that had not
been thoroughly cleansed. The influence which Rasputin grew to acquire
over her mind proceeded only from this weakness of hers, which was
continually fomented and encouraged by her sister, the Grand Duchess
Elizabeth, herself a most devout person who combined bigotry with an
utter unscrupulousness as to the means with which she could realise the
many ambitions that she entertained.
If the Emperor had been a man of strong character he might have
prevented his young wife from falling under the influence of the many
people who merely used her as a pawn in their game. But in his way
he was just as superstitious as she, and they both were so absorbed
by their love and anxiety for their only son, that they clung to all
those whom they thought could be of use to him. Thus when they saw
Rasputin, whom they considered to be a saint, prostrate himself on
the ground and implore the Almighty to cure the boy, and when after
this they noticed that the boy was getting stronger, they felt more
and more tempted to think that it was not the doctors (who had told
them that the child could never be permanently cured) who had made him
better, but the will of the Almighty, and that it was to the Almighty
alone they had to look for the conservation of the life of that much
cherished son.
CHAPTER XIV
THE CZARINA, HER CHILDREN AND HER CHARITIES
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