Far Flies the Eagle
“Petersburg; it was early afternoon and the big salon was bright with sunshine. Sunshine poured through the long windows to the despair of the Dowager Empress Marie Feodorovna, who was sure it would fade her magnificent Aubusson carpet.
She sat in a gilt fauteuil embroidering, wishing that she dared order her daughter Catherine away from the window and have the blinds lowered. Her younger son, the Grand Duke Constantine, paced up and down behind her chair, scowling and muttering to himself. It was quite useless to tell him to sit down; he was always restless and vile-tempered whenever his brother Alexander was near, and Alexander was expected any moment. That was the reason for the unusual family gathering; Alexander was returning from Tilsit, and his mother, his younger brother, his sister and his wife were waiting to welcome him.
The Grand Duchess Catherine stood with her back to them, staring out of the window. She was tall and gracefully built with beautiful hands and perfect shoul...ders, exposed by the high-waisted white satin dress.MoreLess
She sat in a gilt fauteuil embroidering, wishing that she dared order her daughter Catherine away from the window and have the blinds lowered. Her younger son, the Grand Duke Constantine, paced up and down behind her chair, scowling and muttering to himself. It was quite useless to tell him to sit down; he was always restless and vile-tempered whenever his brother Alexander was near, and Alexander was expected any moment. That was the reason for the unusual family gathering; Alexander was returning from Tilsit, and his mother, his younger brother, his sister and his wife were waiting to welcome him.
The Grand Duchess Catherine stood with her back to them, staring out of the window. She was tall and gracefully built with beautiful hands and perfect shoul...ders, exposed by the high-waisted white satin dress.MoreLess
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