Here at the factory, they’ve been preparing for it here since 1900 and I didn’t see it coming. You’ve married a durachit, a fool, a waste. How did I get to this position? I am seated at the right hand, of one of the most powerful industrialists in Russia. Kurakov doesn’t care about the workers… they …show more content…
However, to be truthful I’m am becoming less sure that I hear any truths. No one wants to talk freely near their boss, and especially politically. Speaking politically, did you hear that Kurakov took me to one of his Kadets meetings. I think he’s trying to get me into the duma, join his little group of Kadets that try and support the Tsar in a room full of critics. It’s a null game, honestly, I’ll support the Romanov’s until the line dies out, but even I can concede that Tsar Nicholas has never learnt from his mistakes, he consistently fails to make any progressive political reforms and the October Manifesto was seemingly a ploy to sooth the tensions that were brought to him from such as large majority of the population, tens of thousands of citizens are hard to ignore knocking on the palace door, even for a recluse like the Tsar. I do pity him though the rumours of his wife and Rasputin are foul, how dare the Bolshevik scum spread malicious tales about our own father! I do not understand why the Tsar allows the Mad Monk into their home, he is clearly corrupt. No man rises to greatness from squalor with good intensions intact, even if he began with the lord in mind that picture would have been warped by the journey to his position.
Today, next week, next month, whenever and wherever I can see you again I will. This time apart has crushed my spirit daily, you give me strength, I included so much it this letter because you are the only one I can talk to with full honestly in my heart. I love you, I love you, I love you my beautiful, intelligent