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
around the Palace of Czarskoi Selo and its inmates, that it would
have been next to impossible for any one to get out without the fact
being at once reported to the Revolutionary Government. Besides, it
was necessary to learn what the Emperor himself meant to do, and what
were his plans for the future. The situation was therefore extremely
serious, but all that one could do in the present circumstances was
to wait. The Count enquired of me the names of the servants among the
personal attendants of the Czarina whom I thought quite trustworthy,
and I mentioned a few. He considered it necessary to establish a kind
of secret guard around her for fear that an assassin might find his way
to her apartments, and indeed for three days and nights he remained
himself outside her door, not caring to trust her safety to any one
else. If ever there was one faithful man in the world it was Count
Benckendorff.
When, after my conversation with him, I entered the presence of my
mistress I found her in a violent state of agitation. The news had
reached her that the Empress Dowager had gone to Mohilev to see her
son, and Alexandra Feodorovna felt persuaded that the journey had been
undertaken for the purpose of persuading Nicholas II. to separate
himself from his wife. It was quite useless to point out to the
distressed Princess that such a thing would not have had any motive at
the present time, when the Czar had resigned the throne. She would not
listen to me, but cried and sobbed, declaring that nothing in the world
would ever part her from her children and that she would rather kill
herself than give them up. She could not understand how it was that
her husband, of whose affection she had felt so sure, had not already
returned to her, especially in view of the fact that all her children
were so dangerously ill. The idea that Nicholas was no longer a free
agent, or able to do what he liked, had not occurred to her, and when
I pointed out to her that such might be the case, she would not listen
to me, exclaiming, “Who could dare to stop him? After all, he is always
the Czar.” The magnitude of the catastrophe which had just taken place
she had not yet appreciated.
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