Tsarskoe Selo, Feb. 27-th 1915
My very own deeply beloved One, God bless you quite particularly on this journey, & give you the possibility of seeing our brave troops nearer. Your presence will give them new force & courage & be such a recompense to them & consolation to you.
The Stavka is not the thing - you are for the troops, when & where possible - & our Friend's blessing & prayers will help.
Such a comfort for me that you saw Him & were blessed by Him this evening. Sad I cant follow you out there - but I have the little ones to look after. I shall be good & go once to town before M. B. comes & visit some hospital, as they are impatiently awaiting us there. My Angel sweet, me no likes saying goodbye - but I wont be selfish they need you & you must have a change.
My work & prayer must help me over the separation - the nights are so lonely - & yet you are far lonelier, poor agooweeone!-
Goodbye Lovy, I bless you - & kiss you without end, love you more than word can say.
All my soul will follow & suround you everywhere. -
I press you tenderly to my old loving heart & remain yr. very own
Oh such pain saying goodbye! Feel so sad to-night - me does love you so intensely. God be with you. -
No. 46. Tsarskoe Selo, Feb. 28-th 1915
My very own One, It was sad seeing you go off in the train all alone, & my heart ached. - Well I went straight to Ania for 10 minutes & then we worked in the hospital till 1. After luncheon we received 6 officers who return to the army those wh. we had sent to the Crimea look splendid, round & brown. - Then little John called Olga to the telephone to tell her, that poor Struve is killed-he is awfully sad, because he was his great friend. He told J. that if he should fall in war, he was to be sure to tell you, that he had never once taken off his achselbant since you gave them to him poor, kind, cheery, handsome boy! His body is being brought back. Then I went to the big palace & sat for some time with the worst, I took the lovely postcards of Livadia to show & they were greatly admired - then the Children joined me & we went through all the wards. - I shall go for a little to church, it does one good; that and work, looking after those brave fellows, are one comfort. In the evening we shall go to Ania - she finds I am too little with her, wants me to sit longer, (& alone) but we have not much to speak of - with the wounded one always can. -
My Angel, I must finish because the messenger has to leave. -
I bless & kiss you over & over again, my Nicky dear - a lonely night awaits us.
Ever yr. very own
The Children kiss you very much. Hope tiny Admiral "behaves" himself. -
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