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Updated: June 18, 2025
Annouchka had spit at the envoy of the Chief of Police who called to speak to her of money. At the Hermitage in Moscow, where she sang then, some of her admirers had warned her of possible reprisals on the part of the revolutionaries. But the revolutionaries gave her assurance at once that she had nothing to fear.
A door opened, and Annouchka appeared. Rouletabille hardly recognized her, she was so strangely dressed, like the Russian poor, with her under-jacket of red-flannel and the handkerchief which, knotted under her chin, covered all her beautiful hair. She immediately testified in Russian against the man, who protested until they compelled him to be silent.
With Annouchka it will be fun." "Messieurs," asked Rouletabille, who continued to make discoveries in the audience, "do you know that officer who is seated at the end of a row down there in the orchestra seats? See, he is getting up." "He? Why, that is Prince Galitch, who was one of the richest lords of the North Country. Now he is practically ruined." "Thanks, gentlemen; certainly it is he.
I had been able to leave Moscow, and I hadn't any desire to be re-taken here and sent to taste the joys of Siberia." "But why were you condemned to death?" "Why, she doesn't know anything!" exclaimed the others. "Good Lord, I'm just back from London and Paris how should I know anything! But to have been condemned to death! That must have been amusing." "Very amusing," said Annouchka icily.
At the final supreme insult, Gounsovski started and rose to his feet as though he had received an actual blow in the face. He did not look at Annouchka, but fixed his eyes on Prince Galitch. His finger pointed him out: "There is the man," he hissed, "who has told you all these fine things." "Yes, it is I," said the Prince, tranquilly.
I recall, apropos of what Ivan said just now, how today she asked Michael Korsakoff, before me, to let her know where Annouchka would sing. More yet, she said she wished to speak to that artist if it were possible. Michael frowned on that idea, even before me. But Michael couldn't refuse her, any more than the others. He can reach Annouchka easier than anyone else.
I promise you not to say anything more disagreeable to the prince than as regards his little friend the Bohemian Katharina, whom he has treated so generously just now, doubtless because Boris Mourazoff pays her too little for the errands she runs each morning to the villa of Krestowsky Ostrow." At these words the Prince and Annouchka both changed countenance. Their anger rose.
He paid the coachman and the interpreter, and lunched at the Brasserie de Vienne nearby. He left there a half-hour later, much calmer. He took his way to the Grand Morskaia Hotel, went inside and asked the schwitzar: "Can you give me the address of Mademoiselle Annouchka?" "The singer of the Krestowsky?" "That is who I mean." "She had luncheon here. She has just gone away with the prince."
The students were ready to give her an ovation, and no one opposed it, because, after all, if she sang now it was because the police were willing at last. If the Tsar's government had granted her her life, it was not in order to compel her to die of hunger. Each earned a livelihood as was possible. Annouchka only knew how to sing and dance, and so she must sing and dance!
I shall not see her again. I have a friend; I shall not see him again either. I have two little ikons here for them, and I am going to write a letter to each of them, if you will permit it. Swear to me that you will see these reach them." "I swear it," said, in French, the voice of Annouchka. "Thanks, madame, you are kind. And now, messieurs, that is all I ask of you.
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