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"What kind of thing?" I asked. "I don't know. He's seen something or heard something. It's some secret he's got. But Uncle Alexei knows." "How can you tell?" "Because he's always saying things that make Nicholas angry, and we can't see anything in them at all.... Uncle Alexei's very clever." "Yes, he is," I agreed. "But you haven't told me why you were crying just now." She looked at me.
"Ah, I know those people who are 'anxious to do everything.... Don't I know? Don't you remember Sister Anna Maria? anxious to do everything, anything and then, when it came to it, not even the simplest bandage.... Nikitin's a good man," he added, "one of the best doctors in Petrograd. We've no doctors of our own now, you know except of course Alexei Petrovitch.
Count Alexei Grigorevitch Razumovsky was the Empress Elizabeth's husband, the uneducated but handsome son of a plain Kazak from Little Russia, who attracted the attention of Elizaveta Petrovna as his sweet voice rang out in the imperial choir, at mass, in her palace church.
There would be the doctors, generally two at a time Semyonov, unmoved, rough apparently in his handling of the men but always accomplishing his work with marvellous efficiency, abusing the nurses and sanitars without hesitation if they did not do as he wished, but never raising his soft ironic voice, his square body of a solidity and composure that nothing could ruffle, his fair beard, his blue eyes, his spotless linen all sharing in his self-assured superiority to us all; one of the Division doctors, Alexei Ivanovitch, a man from Little Russia, beloved of us all, whether in the Otriad or the army, a character possessing it seemed none of the Russian moods and sensibilities, of the kindest heart but no sentimentality, utterly free from self-praise, self-interest, self-assertion, humorous, loving passionately his country and, with all his Russian romance and even mysticism, packed with practical common sense; another Division doctor, a young man, carving for himself a practice out of Moscow merchants, crammed with all the latest inventions and discoveries, caring for nothing save his own career and frankly saying so, but a lively optimist whose belief in his own powers was quite refreshing in its sincerity.
The statesmanship of Secretary Seward, aided by the eloquence of Sumner, had secured for our country a domain one sixth as large as the whole United States. October 18th, 1867, Alexei Pestchouroff, the Commissioner of the Tsar, appeared in front of the Baranof castle, and beside him stood Lovell H. Rousseau, the Commissioner for the United States, who was to receive the Territory.
And where's Sevastian Sevastianovitch? 'Gavrilov is dead, answered Kolosov mournfully. 'Dead! you don't say so! And who's this? 'My relation I have the honour to present to you Nikolai Alexei.... 'All right, all right, Ivan Semyonitch cut him short, 'delighted, delighted. And does he play cards? 'Play, of course he does! 'Ah, then, that's capital; we'll sit down directly. Hey!
It wasn't fair what I did, but I felt as though Alexei Petrovitch had challenged me to do it. He always hated Vera I knew. I got up very early and went to my wood. You can imagine I wasn't very happy.... "Then suddenly I thought I'd go out into the streets, and see what was happening. I couldn't believe really that there had been any change. So I went out.
Be good enough to come out here, Colonel Alexei Alexandrovitch." One of the aerostats moved out of the midst of the Russian squadron and made its way towards the Ariel. As she approached Mazanoff swung his bow round and brought it level with the car of the aerostat, at the same time training one of his guns full on it. Then, with his arm resting on the breach of the gun, he said,
A good deal of quarrelling, isn't there? And what about the army breaking up a bit, isn't it?" "Don't, Uncle Alexei," I heard Vera whisper. "What I said I still believe," Nicholas answered very quietly. "Leave Russia alone, Alexei and leave me alone, too." "I'm not touching you, Nicholas," Semyonov answered, laughing softly. "Yes you are you know that you are. I'm not angry not yet.
As he grew up, his treatment at the hands of the Poltava monks improved. The Superior, Alexei, discovered a keen intellect in this reserved and sullen lad. It was astonishing with what avidity he read the limited number of books which the convent bookcase contained.
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