Alexandra, Empress, consort of Nicholas II, Emperor of Russia, 1872-1918
Directly Princess Golitzin had left us alone, the Empress extended her
hand for my grandmother and me to kiss; then, with a sweet smile, and a
world of kindness in her eyes, “Sit down,” she said, and, turning to
Captain Dehn: “When is the marriage to take place?” she enquired.
My nervousness had vanished. I was no longer afraid; in fact it was the
Empress who seemed shy, but she was, I found later, always shy with
strangers, a trait peculiar to her and to her cousin, the Princess
Royal, Duchess of Fife. However, this excessive shyness was not
accounted as shyness in Petrograd, it was called German
superciliousness! and as such it has even been described by some English
writers.
The Empress talked to my grandmother for quite a long time, as she was
anxious to hear the latest news of the Grand Duchess Elizabeth; she then
chatted to my fiancé, and I noticed that she spoke Russian with a strong
English accent. She afterwards addressed me as the blushing heroine of
the morning, and she seemed quite pleased at the interest which I had
displayed in the dolls’-house.
“Where are you going to spend your honeymoon?” she said, her blue eyes
now mischievous. We told her. “Ah!... I do hope that I shall see you
again very soon. I am quite alone, I cannot see my husband or my
children, I shall be so glad when this tiresome quarantine is over, and
we can be together again.”
Our interview lasted well over half an hour. The Empress spoke French to
my grandmother and me, she made no attempt to converse in German; then
she rose to say good-bye, and we kissed hands. “I shall see you again
very soon,” she repeated. “Be sure you let me know when you return.”
I went back to Petrograd almost beside myself with happiness. Mine was
not the worldly pleasure of one who had been presented to an Empress. My
happiness had its origin in another source. I felt instinctively that I
had found a friend, someone I could love, and who, I dared hope, might
love me! I was so tired out with my emotions that, on arriving home, I
threw myself on my bed, regardless of my Bressac dress and my
rose-wreathed hat, and I slept the sleep of exhaustion until four in the
afternoon.
I was married two months later from my aunt’s house in Livadia.
The Emperor received Captain Dehn before he left for the Crimea, blessed
him, and gave him a beautiful ikon in a carved silver and gold frame.
The Empress also presented him with an ikon, and, on our wedding day, we
received a “wireless” from them, wishing us every happiness. This
“wireless,” so we heard afterwards, caused endless talk and many petty
jealousies, as “wireless,” then in its infancy, was only supposed to be
used for important official communications.
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