Almost entirely abandoned by those close to them, the Tsar and his family, powerless and desperate, have been left at our mercy. I always hated the Tsar in the era of autocracy, doing everything I could to contribute to his removal. See more
But I could not take revenge on my defeated enemy. On the contrary, I wanted him to understand, that the revolution, not only in word but in deed, deals generously with its opponents. I wanted him to feel ashamed, at least once in his life, at the crimes that were carried out in his name.
On the following day we passed the native village of Rasputin, and the family, gathered on the deck, were able to observe the house of the staretz, which stood out clearly from among the isbas. See more
There was nothing to surprise them in this event, for Rasputin had foretold that it would be so, and chance once more seemed to confirm his prophetic words.
During the trip along the Tura, I slept very little. Alix and I had one very uncomfortable cabin, and all the girls were together in the fifth cabin down the corridor. Further toward the bow was a good sitting room, and a small cabin with a piano. Second Class is under us, and this is where all the soldiers from the First Regiment who are traveling with us stay See more
. All day we went topside, and stayed in the pleasant air. The weather was overcast but dry and warm. In front of us was a mine sweeper and behind another steamship with the soldiers from the 2nd and 4th Infantry Regiments and the rest of the baggage. We stopped two hours to load firewood. Toward night it got cold. We have our kitchen staff here on the steamship. Everybody went to sleep early.
On board the ship “Rus’”, on the river. I spent all day in bed, a sign of the heart. At around 10 o’clock we ran aground for ¾ of an hour on a sandbar. We stopped three times, to load up on firewood and milk and food for the soldiers. Aleksey and Tatyana gathered flowers on the bank of the river, the bank opposite Pokrovskoye.
Tending to the wounded at hospitals is sort of an obligatory ritual of our time, a patriotic duty, and girls fulfill it scrupuosly.
All Christian literature is asceticism on the surface and paganism beneath. These aspects, so to say, are locked in struggle. One can never triumph over the other. If paganism dies, so dies the sun, so dies the world. See more
If Christianity dies? I do not even know. The world will carry on as it is. The sun will still be there. People will continue with their morning ablutions. Beyond this, I do not know what would happen.