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Updated: June 24, 2025
These notes and letters, which finally opened his eyes to the true character of his wife, and his own crying injustice to his elder children, were now lying in the general's dispatch box, in a neatly tied packet, directed in the doctor's handwriting to "Her Excellency Olga Vseslavovna Nazimoff." As soon as she received her father's first letter Anna began to get ready to go to St.
Little Olga had been taken away on the previous day by a friend of the general's, to stay there "during this terrible time." That night Madame Nazimoff did not go to bed at all; and, as befitted a devoted wife, did not quit her husband's door.
These notes and letters, which finally opened his eyes to the true character of his wife, and his own crying injustice to his elder children, were now lying in the general's dispatch box, in a neatly tied packet, directed in the doctor's handwriting to "Her Excellency Olga Vseslavovna Nazimoff." As soon as she received her father's first letter Anna began to get ready to go to St.
"I have heard, my friend," quietly answered his wife. "You have nothing to say?" "What can I say? You have a right to dispose of what belongs to you.... But ... still I...." "Still you what?" sharply asked her husband. "Still, I hope, my friend, that this is not your last will...." General Nazimoff turned, and even made an effort to raise himself on his elbow. "God willing, you will recover.
Anna Iurievna knew that her husband despised her stepmother; that he detested her as the cause of all the grief which they had had to endure through her, and most of all, on account of the injustice she was guilty of toward her brother, the general's son. For six years Borisoff had lived with young Peter Nazimoff, as his tutor and teacher, and loved him sincerely.
"I have heard, my friend," quietly answered his wife. "You have nothing to say?" "What can I say? You have a right to dispose of what belongs to you. . . . But . . . still I . . ." "Still you what?" sharply asked her husband. "Still, I hope, my friend, that this is not your last will. . . ." General Nazimoff turned, and even made an effort to raise himself on his elbow.
Little Olga had been taken away on the previous day by a friend of the general's, to stay there "during this terrible time." That night Madame Nazimoff did not go to bed at all; and, as befitted a devoted wife, did not quit her husband's door.
That gesture of displeasure at the sight of his wife was the last conscious act of Iuri Pavlovitch Nazimoff. At eight in the morning he lost consciousness, in the midst of violent suffering, which lasted until the end. By the early afternoon he was no more. During the last hour of his agony his wife knelt beside his couch without let or hindrance, and wept inconsolably.
That gesture of displeasure at the sight of his wife was the last conscious act of Iuri Pavlovitch Nazimoff. At eight in the morning he lost consciousness, in the midst of violent suffering, which lasted until the end. By the early afternoon he was no more. During the last hour of his agony his wife knelt beside his couch without let or hindrance, and wept inconsolably.
Anna Iurievna knew that her husband despised her stepmother; that he detested her as the cause of all the grief which they had had to endure through her, and most of all, on account of the injustice she was guilty of toward her brother, the general's son. For six years Borisoff had lived with young Peter Nazimoff, as his tutor and teacher, and loved him sincerely.
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