alexandra and nicholas


And a song someone sings
Once upon a December


“Rank meant little to the girls. They worked alongside their maids in making their own beds and straightening their rooms. Often, they visited the maids in their quarters and played with their children. When they gave instructions, it was never as a command. Instead, the Grand Duchesses said, ‘If it isn’t too difficult for you, my mother asks you to come.’ Within the household, they were addressed simple Russian fashion, using their names and patronyms: Olga Nicolaiavna, Tatiana Nicolaievna. When they were addressed in public by their full ceremonial titles, the girls were embarrassed. Once at a meeting of a committee of which Tatiana was honorary president, Baroness Buxhoeven began by saying, ‘May it please Your Imperial Highness…’ Tatiana stared in astonishment and, when the Baroness sat down, kicked her violently under the table. ‘Are you crazy to speak to me like that?’ she whispered.”

Nicholas and Alexandra by Robert K Massie

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Nicholas II & Empress Alexandra Feodorovna || They were destined for each other, and their love was the load with which God had chosen to burden and to crown them, as the greatest trial and greatest gift for their hearts and souls. Years failed to blight the youthful vigour of their love, and their attachment, matured and ingrained, proved unaffected by all storms and stresses that befell them. { The Romanovs Love, Power and Tragedy }

To love and to care not when amarants fade 

On earth be bathed in sunshine or shade ! 

To love and to be loved again 

Whatever the joy, whatever the pain. 

To love and to tell it on soft summer eves 

Amid the rustling of green summer leaves,

 To feel sweet moments vanish away 

And to know there is still so much to say. 

To love as we love in the bye and bye, 

Together to live, together to die. 

One hope, one faith, both loyal and brave 

Through life heart to heart, side by side in the grave.

Poem by Alix of Hesse for Nicholas, 1894.


“Olga, the eldest, was most like her father. Shy and subdued, she had long chestnut-blonde hair and blue eyes set in a wide Russian face. She impressed people be her kindness, her innocence and the depth of her private feelings. Olga had a good mind and was quick to grasp ideas. Talking to someone she knew well, she spoke rapidly and with frankness and wit. She read widely, both fiction and poetry, often borrowing books from her mother’s tables before the Empress had read them. ‘You must wait, Mama, until I find out whether this book is a proper one for you to read,’ she parried when Alexandra spotted her reading a missing book.

Reading Les Miserables in French under the guidance of her Swiss tutor, Pierre Gilliard, Olga almost brought the tutor to calamity, Gillard had instructed his pupil to underline all the French words she did not recognize. Arriving at the word spoken at Waterloo when the commander of Napoleon’s Guard was asked to surrender, Olga dutifully underlined ‘Merde!’ That night at dinner, not having seen Gilliard, she asked her father what it meant. The following day, walking in the park, Nicholas said to the tutor, ‘You are teaching my daughter a curious vocabulary, Monsieur.’ Gilliard was overcome with confusion and embarrassment. ‘Don’t worry,’ said Nicholas, breaking into a smile, ‘I quite understand what happened.’

Nicholas and Alexandra by Robert K. Massie


HISTORY MEME → [5/7] couples: Nicholas II & Alexandra Feodorovna

Shortly after the death of his father, Nicholas married the German Princess Alix of Hesse who, after taking the Orthodox faith took the name of Alexandra Feodorovna. Their union was a rare one among royal families in that they married “for love” and Nicholas was a devoted husband throughout their life together. Alexandra bared him five children: Olga, Tatyana, Maria, Anastasia and Aleksey.


During the winter months of 1913 at the Alexander Palace, Nicholas’s diary is a testament to his hand-on parenting of his four daughters in lieu of his perpetually sick wife. No matter the amount of paperwork on his desk, the number of meeting with ministers, public audiences and military reviews that filled his day, at this time of the year when they were home at Tsarskoe Selo he always found time for his children. History may have condemned him many times over for being a weak and reactionary Tsar, but he was, without doubt, the most exemplary of the royal fathers. The months of january and february were a special time for him and his daughters, during which he treated them all to trips to see the ballets ‘The little Humpbacked Horse’, ‘Don Quixote’ and ‘The Pharaoh’s Daughter’ – in which last they were thrilled to see Pavlova dance.

As the eldest, Olga (and Tatiana, until typhoid fever prevent her) enjoyed the added bonus of seeing the operas ‘Madame Butterfly’, ‘The Legend of the Invisible City of Kitezh’ and Wagner’s ‘Lohengrin’, which latter Olga found particularly beautiful and moving. But in the main, time with Papa was spent out in the park, whatever the weather sharing invigorating walks, riding bicycles, helping break the ice on the canals, skiing, sliding down the ice hill and joined – when he was well enough – by Alexei wearing his specially made boot with a caliper. The girls so enjoyed having their father to themselves; he was fast, unrelenting walker and they had all learned to keep up or left behind, Olga in particular always walking closest to him on one side, Tatiana on the other, Maria and Anastasia running back and forth in front of them, sliding on the ice and throwing snow ball. It was clear to anyone who encountered the Tsar and his daughters at the Alexander Park how much pride he had in his girls. “He was happy that people admired them. It was though his kind blue eyes were saying to them:Look what wonderful daughters I have.””

The Romanov Sisters – Helen Rappaport