had shot demonstrators, and had spent the night gathered in their barracks in a long session of self-recrimination. Now its men confronted their captain, Lashkevitch, and declared expiatory mutiny. They would not, they told him, shoot again
A trenchant sense of culture, discipline and consciousness, of outright irreconcilability with the bourgeoisie
The tsarina is overcome with pious grief. The right are delighted, hoping Alexandra will now repair to an asylum, and that Nicholas will magically gain a resolve he has never had. But Rasputin, colourful as he was, was only ever a morbid symptom. His murder is not a palace coup. It is not a coup at…
In a portent to which they did not pay adequate attention, police reported that watching soldiers cheered the workers’ red banners
Nicholas receives word after desperate word that he must alter course to survive. The British ambassador transgresses protocol to warn him he is on the brink of 'revolution and disaster'.
Nothing seems to stir behind those placid tsarry eyes.
