ALEXANDRE II (1818 - 1881). Tsar de Russie

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ALEXANDRE II (1818 - 1881). Tsar de Russie
4 L.A., "S.P." [St. Petersburg] January 1/13-5/17, 1868, to Catherine Dolgorouki (Katia); 22 pages in-8; in French. Beautiful letters of mad love to Katia. This set gathers four letters from the love correspondence of Tsar Alexander II to Catherine (Katia) Dolgorouki (1847 - 1922), witnesses of this extraordinary love story. Their affair began in 1866. She was eighteen years old, he forty-seven. In 1870, the installation of Katia in a room of the Winter Palace, above the imperial apartments where resided the Tsarina Marie Alexandrovna, made a huge scandal at the Court. In 1872, she gave him a son, George, then two daughters, Olga and Catherine. The long-suffering Tsarina died on June 3, 1880, and only forty days after her death Alexander made Catherine his wife, giving her the title of Princess Yurievskaya. The couple's legitimate life was short-lived, as the Tsar was the victim of a bomb attack on March 13, 1881. He was brought back to the palace mortally wounded and died a few hours later in the arms of Katia. Widowed, Princess Yurievskaya went into exile in Nice, France, where she died in 1922, taking with her her precious correspondence that the new Tsar Alexander III had tried to recover in order to destroy it. The letters are numbered, and bear the date and time, like a conversation diary. They are written mainly in French, with a few sentences in Russian, usually in the Latin alphabet, and a secret vocabulary (such as the bingerles designating their erotic lovemaking). For security reasons, they do not include Catherine's name and are not signed. The final formula in Russian: "Mbou na bcerda" (to you forever), takes the place of signature. January 1/13, 1868, Monday 9:½ a.m.-Tuesday, January 2/14, 9:½ a.m., "No. 1" (10 pages). His greetings are interrupted by the arrival of a lovely letter from his beloved angel, which he devoured with happiness; they are now one. "I am happy that our bingerle of the other evening did not hurt you and that you experienced the same incredible pleasure, that you always know how to give me, but you understand that I do not like to enjoy alone and that on the other hand it redoubles for me when I see and I feel that you share it with the being who belongs to you and who breathes only by you".... at 4 p.m. he tells of his emotions when he saw Katia on the bridge, and when he exchanged a look at the Fotenka (he could not hold back his tears at mass); at 11 p.m. he recapitulates the rest: dinner with the children, reading of the Intimate Drama, going to the Opera for the first act of Norma (which he loves very much because of his youthful memories), tea, work, all the while thinking of his beloved: "I feel so absorbed in my adoration for you and I feel such a rage to find myself in your arms that I don't know what to become"... Yesterday he consoled himself for her absence by reviewing all her portraits and rereading her letter from Naples, dated 1867; their prayers are the same; "I feel, every day more, that we can no longer live without each other and life is dear to us only because we would like to devote it completely to each other. I have to confess that I don't feel good for anything anymore [...] and I have only one thought in my head - it's you and I would like to be able to give you before God and men the name I give you in my heart, since July 1, 1866, the day I gave you the gift and that forever. You must understand, dear Angel, the effect that your dream of the day before yesterday, when you saw me lying in your bed, had on me. Oh, what I would have given for that to be reality one day"... Katia's confidence made her conscience "God be praised that our bingerle of the other night did not hurt you, because we must admit that we were quite unreasonable. As for the weakness that you feel, it is usually the case after the m.d.t. and then unfortunately your insomnia must have contributed to it too and yesterday on top of that again this boring ball". He foresees a new rage of being unreasonable tomorrow. The next day he must attend the mass for the 18 years of his son Alexis; he anticipates with joy the delicious surprise that she prepares for him: "I cannot think of anything else than our bingerle, that we adore and that makes our happiness [...] I feel loved as I love you, with passion, rage and madness"...Tuesday 2/14 January 1868, 11 h ½ of the evening "N° 2". His soul overflows with love and tenderness: "I feel all impregnated with happiness, after our delicious evening, where we enjoyed each other, and twice, like crazy people. You saw and felt yourself what was happening in me, during our bingles, as I also saw it in the expression of your adorable eyes and in all the movements of your adorable body. How can I after
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