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Updated: May 10, 2025
Once I caught sight of Trenchard, hurrying to be useful with the little bottle of iodine, stumbling over one of the stretchers, causing the wounded man to cry out. Then Semyonov's voice angrily: "Tchort! Who's that?... Ah, Meester! of course!" Then Marie Ivanovna's voice: "I've finished this, Alexei Petrovitch.... That's all, isn't it?"
Fortunately the effort was needed only for a moment or two, for presently, Alexei, Ivan's special serf, a combination of playfellow and valet, who had been summoned by the tactful Másha appeared in the doorway, waiting an order to remove his young master. It was time. Madame Dravikine's voice could no longer override the noise from below.
For some time I could not cross the street, then I broke through and almost ran down the deserted stretch of the Canal. I arrived almost breathless at the door in the English Prospect. There I found Sacha watching the people and listening to the distant bands. "Sacha!" I cried, "is Alexei Petrovitch at home?" "No, Barin," she answered, looking at me in some surprise.
Do you think you're going to improve things by pretending that anarchy doesn't exist? So soon, too, after your beautiful Revolution! How long is it? Let me see... March, April... yes, just about six weeks.... Well, well!" "Leave me alone, Alexei!... Leave me alone!" Bohun had with that such a sense of a superhuman effort at control behind the words that the pain of it was almost intolerable.
When Peter III. was transferred immediately afterward, with magnificent ceremonial, to the Winter Palace, there to lie in state by the side of his wife, Katherine II., and to accompany her to his proper resting-place among the sovereigns of Russia, in the cathedral of the Peter-Paul fortress, Count Alexei Grigorevitch Orloff was appointed, with fine irony, to carry the crown before his former master, whom he had betrayed, and in the necessity for whose first funeral he had played the part of Fate.
You know that you cannot.... Come back to them! Come back! I don't know what it was that Alexei Petrovitch said to you, but whatever it was you should not listen to it. He is a bad man and only means harm to your family. He does indeed...." I paused. She had never moved whilst I was speaking. Now she only said, shaking her head, "It's no good, Ivan Andreievitch.... It's no good." "But why? Why?"
For years he had accepted the stories of miracles and revelations unquestioningly, but after he had begun a course of independent reading and reflection he discovered discrepancies and contradictions, which sowed the seed of grave doubts in his restive brain. He confided his doubts to Alexei, his superior.
"He went out about a quarter of an hour ago." "And Nicholas Markovitch?" "He went out just now." "Did he tell you where he was going?" "No, Barin, but I heard Alexei Petrovitch tell him, an hour back, that he was going to Katerinhof." I did not listen to more. I turned and went.
"You will have to take this," said the Princess, giving me a letter so that she wouldn't touch my hand, "and be sure they don't catch you with the letter. Be careful, don't drink, Alexei. It's bad to drink; when you come back we'll give you 500 rubles." "Je né le tolère pas," she said to the Prince, "il a l'air si commun! Il nous vendrait tous, s'il etait assez intelligent!"
Am I one to hold her, to chain her down, to keep her when she has already escaped? Is that the way to prove my fidelity to her? Of course I did not speak to her of this, but for the first time in all our years together, I felt older than her and wiser. But of course Alexei saw it. How he heard I do not know, but that same day he came to me and he seemed to be very kind.
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