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You will find that I, Féodor, son of Féodor Rajevski, musician temporarily abroad, and his wife Varvara, was born in the Via Galliera, at Bologna, in Italy, on July 8, 1880, and on March 3, 1897, entered the University in the Vladimirskaya.
"Welcome back, my dear Rajevski!" he exclaimed, coming towards me and shaking my hand warmly. "We only knew yesterday where you were. Those fools in Kazan spirited you away, but that idiot the Chief of Police has been to-day dismissed the service for his meddling. I do hope you are none the worse for your adventure," he added with concern. "Surely Grichka knew of my arrest!" I said.
Religion of all creeds has its esoteric phases, and our own Greek Church is certainly not alone in its "cranks." "Rajevski, this is the Starets, Gregory Novikh," said the General, who was in uniform with the cross of St. Andrew at his throat. I stood for a few seconds astounded.
Punctually at twelve I was informed that a young lady, who refused her name, desired to have an urgent interview with the Starets, and on going to the waiting-room, wherein so many of the fair sex sat daily in patience for the Father to receive them, I found a tall, willowy, dark-haired and exceedingly handsome girl, who, after inquiring if I were Féodor Rajevski, told me that her name was Tsourikoff and that she had been sent to see the Father.
"It is necessary, Rajevski, that the Father should meet Her Majesty the Empress. He is our saviour, and it is but right that he should come to the Imperial Court. But he cannot be introduced by any of the ordinary channels. Her Majesty must be impressed, and her curiosity aroused."
Are you really blind?" "Well, I am blind politically," I replied with a wink. "I see that on all sides people are getting rich quickly and receiving ironmongery as I call the tin decorations from the Sovereign as reward for closing their eyes to the true facts." "Ah! I see that you are quite wideawake, my dear Rajevski," said the officer, whose name was Colonel Dubassoff.
She was dressed in dead black, her beautiful face tear-stained and deathly pale. "Ah! Monsieur Rajevski!" she cried, rushing towards me. "You know me Madame Svetchine eh?" "Yes, madame," I said. "I remember you." "You will let me see him won't you?" she cried in great distress, as she gripped my hand nervously. "He has, I hope, forgiven me; surely he " "I gave him your letter," I said.
In the hall the young lady, who was certainly very pretty, became quite quiet again, and turning to me said: "Monsieur Rajevski, I came here on purpose to denounce that infernal charlatan who is your employer. I am not without friends and influential ones. I have spoken my mind fearlessly and openly.
"Did he not inquire?" "He did not dare to do so openly, lest he himself should be implicated," replied the German. "We were compelled to wait and inquire with due judiciousness. Even then we could not discover whither you had been sent not until yesterday. But it is all a mistake, my dear Rajevski all a mistake, and you must overlook it. The Father is eagerly awaiting your return."
"Thy name?" he asked quickly, looking straight into his face with those wonderful eyes. "Aivasoff Ivan Aivasoff." "Whence do you come?" "From Ossa, in the Government of Perm." "And you are His Majesty's valet, eh?" "I am one of His Imperial Majesty's valets. He told me that the Tsaritza had commanded you here, and that I was to introduce you and your secretary, Féodor Rajevski."
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