Russia Blamed for the Balkan Muddle--Bulgaria's Treachery--Gen. Grant on the Russians and Constantinople--Bulgaria's Dissatisfaction--The Reign of the Fox--The Treatment of Prisoners of War--The German Method--The Allies' Failure--Lack of Organisation--Insidious German Propagandism--Britain and Her Prisoners in Germany CHAPTER XIX THE RUSSIAN PARISH The Revival of Parish Life--The Ancient Russian Parish--A Peaceful Community--Slavophils and the Parish--The Metropolitan and the Emperor Nicholas I--The Independence of the Church--Father John of Kronstadt--A Blessing to Russia CHAPTER XX RUSSIA AND ENGLAND A New Era--The Russian Ideal--The Trick of Double Nationality--Lord Kitchener's Legacy--The Armenian Inventor--The Kaiser and Double Nationality--The Future of Prussia--Russia's Hope of Victory--Germany's Influence on Anglo-Russian Friendship--Days of Suspicion--Lord Clarendon's Opinion--An ex-Cabinet Minister's Boast--Russian Memories of England--A Glorious Future {15} ILLUSTRATIONS The Empress of Russia and Queen Alexandra . . . Frontispiece W. E. Gladstone (April 5, 1892) Nicolas Kiréeff Myself in 1876 Seminary for 125 School Teachers built by Alexander Novikoff at Novo-Alexandrofka Sr. Olga's School for Girl Teachers at Novo-Alexandrofka My Son, Alexander Novikoff Nicolas Rubinstein, Anton Rubinstein The Clergy and Choir of Novo-Alexandrofka, 1900, on the Day of the Consecration of the Church Alexander Kiréeff Church built by Alexander Novikoff on his Father's Grave at Novo-Alexandrofka Miss Helen Voronoff The Grand Duke Constantine Nicolaévitch St. Olga's School for Girl Teachers at Nova-Alexandrofka Myself with my Faithful Max at Brunswick Place, N.W. {17} RUSSIAN MEMORIES CHAPTER I THE RUSSIAN SPIRIT July 1914--Enthusiasm at Moscow--My Ambition Realised--England and Russia Allies--A War of Right--Wounded Heroes--Russia's Faith in Victory--Our Emperor's Call--England's Greatness--I am Introduced to Mr. Gladstone and Mr. Disraeli--"The M.P. for Russia in England"--Mr. Gladstone's Championship--An Unpopular Cause I was in Moscow when our Monarch's mighty voice sounded in defence of little Serbia. I was driving near the Tverskoi Boulevard, when a shouting crowd rushed past me, and burst into a neighbouring restaurant. "What does it all mean?" I exclaimed. "Is it a riot? do they want drink?" "Oh no," said the bystanders. "They only want to call out the orchestra and make them play the national hymn." I stopped my carriage. The orchestra appeared, and played our God save the Tzar, while the whole crowd, wild with enthusiasm, joined in. Delighted and touched, I followed them. Most were singing and shouting "Hurrah," some praying and making the sign of the cross, while the throng continually increased. {18}