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
The Revolution was finally mastered, and though the Duma always
continued to show itself criticising and even rebellious, things
began to settle down. Russia prepared to celebrate the anniversary
of the Three Hundredth Year of the accession of the Romanoff dynasty
to the throne, and great rejoicings were planned for the occasion.
The Imperial family came to St. Petersburg for the first time since
the Japanese war, and remained in the capital for four days. A solemn
service of thanksgiving was celebrated in the Kazan Cathedral, to
which representatives of all the classes of the Empire were invited,
and the nobility of St. Petersburg gave a big ball at which the whole
Imperial family was present. I remember it so well, because it was the
last occasion on which the Empress appeared in full state and wore the
Crown Jewels. She had chosen a white satin dress all embroidered in
silver, and had consented to put on what she did but rarely—the famous
necklace of diamonds together with the tiara that had belonged to the
Empress Catherine. She was still beautiful, but the slight figure that
had been so conspicuous in her young days, and the beautiful complexion
which had been unrivalled, had disappeared. She looked a middle
aged, haggard woman, racked with cares and anxieties, and though the
splendid, sharp profile could never change, the mouth had altered, and
its expression was almost tragic. She only remained for an hour at the
ball, and retired before supper, leaving her daughters to the care of
the Dowager Empress, who declared herself delighted at the thought of
chaperoning them.
It was the girls’ first appearance in society, and those who saw
them then will never forget how they looked. They were both dressed
in pink, soft clouds of tulle, which suited them to perfection. Not
regularly pretty, they had sweet faces, and such charming manners
that one could not help being attracted by them. Rumours of their
approaching marriages with the Crown Prince of Servia and the future
heir to the Roumanian throne were afloat at the time, and added to
the interest which they excited. Alas, alas, all these hopes were to
prove fallacious, and St. Petersburg society, which had been so much
attracted by these two Princesses, was never to see them again, at
least as the daughters of a reigning Sovereign.
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