“... listen to me, which means Our Friend [Rasputin],” Alexandra puts it in one of her letters to the Czar. “... only believe more in Our Friend,” she urges in another. “Be the boss,” she writes in still another. “Obey your firm little wife and Our Friend.” Finally there is this revelatory gem of conjugal prose: “Ah! my Boy, my Boy, how I wish we were together ... think more of Gr. [Rasputin] ... Oh! Let me guide you more.” The letters from which these quotations are taken were written during the war when the weird triangular relationship had assumed its final form.

