Alexandra, Empress, consort of Nicholas II, Emperor of Russia, 1872-1918
The train for Tsarkoe was just moving out of the station when I arrived
on the platform, but I scrambled in, and found myself in the company of
Madame Tanieff, Anna’s mother, who was going to see her daughter, now
ill, like the Grand Duchesses Olga and Tatiana, with the measles. Madame
Tanieff, like M. Sablin, knew nothing fresh; she was chiefly concerned
about Anna’s illness; but the first words of the Empress, who, true to
her promise, was awaiting me, were:
“Well, how is it in Petrograd? I hear things are very serious.”
We said that there was apparently nothing alarming, and the Empress told
Madame Tanieff to get into the car with us, and she would take her to
the Palace.
It was a glorious morning: I remembered the splendour of the day long
afterwards; the sky was an Italian blue, and snow lay everywhere. We
were not able to drive in the Park on account of the drifts! On the way
back, we met Captain Hvostchinsky, one of the Garde Equipage. The
Empress intimated her wish to speak to him, and the car stopped.
Captain Hvostchinsky smiled at the notion of danger. “There is no
danger, Your Majesty” he said; so, reassured, the Empress and I returned
to the Palace. I went at once to see the Grand Duchesses. They were
certainly very ill, suffering from bad pains in the ears; but they were
pleased to see me, and I sat between the two camp beds, talking to them.
After lunch I went up again, and presently the Empress joined us.
She beckoned me into the next room: I could see that she was agitated.
“Lili,” she said, breathlessly, “it is _very_ bad. I have just seen
Colonel Grotten, and General Resin, and they report that the Litovsky
Regiment has mutinied, murdered the officers, and left barracks: the
Volinsky Regiment has followed suit. I can’t understand it. I’ll never
believe in the possibility of Revolution--why, only yesterday, everyone
said it was impossible! The peasants love us ... they adore Alexis! I’m
sure that the trouble is confined to Petrograd alone. But I want you to
go and see Anna ... she may also have been told this, and you know how
easily she is frightened!”
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