A Boy is Dead
5th September 1914, St Petersburg.
The line of Mourners snaked out of the Cathedral of Saints Peter and Paul, the body of the young Tsarevich clothed in white and belted as per Russian custom was guarded by 8 men, 4 of the Preobrazhensky Regiment and 4 Volga Cossacks. A small group of Orthodox priests and monks stood before the body, incense and prayers wafting upwards. The lines of mourners, princes, nobles, notables and commoners alike snaking forward. The Tsarina had come privately that morning, her sorrow unhidden, the failure of her adviser and the death of her beloved son unhinging her.
The man who she had called for, to heal her boy was not present, he was stuck in a small room with men who didn’t like him very much who were asking him questions he didn’t know the answer to and what answers he gave would be wrong anyway, the Okhrana were like that. As they set to work first with fists but latter with things that were sharp or hot or hot and sharp, his recollection improved, he remembered that he had in fact been hired by the German Intelligence agency to murder the Tsar and his family and he was in league with the socialists to spread disorder and overthrow the Church. Soon the men had sufficient evidence to satisfy a court and they placed the man in a small and dark cell, alone with his terror.
The line of Mourners snaked out of the Cathedral of Saints Peter and Paul, the body of the young Tsarevich clothed in white and belted as per Russian custom was guarded by 8 men, 4 of the Preobrazhensky Regiment and 4 Volga Cossacks. A small group of Orthodox priests and monks stood before the body, incense and prayers wafting upwards. The lines of mourners, princes, nobles, notables and commoners alike snaking forward. The Tsarina had come privately that morning, her sorrow unhidden, the failure of her adviser and the death of her beloved son unhinging her.
The man who she had called for, to heal her boy was not present, he was stuck in a small room with men who didn’t like him very much who were asking him questions he didn’t know the answer to and what answers he gave would be wrong anyway, the Okhrana were like that. As they set to work first with fists but latter with things that were sharp or hot or hot and sharp, his recollection improved, he remembered that he had in fact been hired by the German Intelligence agency to murder the Tsar and his family and he was in league with the socialists to spread disorder and overthrow the Church. Soon the men had sufficient evidence to satisfy a court and they placed the man in a small and dark cell, alone with his terror.