Dmitry Pavlovich, 1908-1914: Portrait of a Young Grand Duke

by William Lee

     On 6 September, 1891, the last true Romanov Grand Duke was born.[1] His name was Dmitry Pavlovich, and he owed his title to his descent from Alexander II, who had died ten years before his youngest grandson came into the world.      
    The Imperial Family had already undergone some significant modernizing ‘reforms’ by the time Dmitry made his appearance. Grand ducal titles were restricted to children and grandchildren of Emperors, and grand dukes from junior branches of the family (i.e. all those but the Emperor’s own sons) were not only allowed, but expected to enter Russia’s professional military academies. One unintended consequence of this new development was their exposure, at a very impressionable age, to a worldview that was sometimes radical, and almost always intensely nationalistic and relatively progressive, with a corresponding tendency to be critical of autocracy. Intelligent, independent young Romanovs like Nikolai Nikolaevich, Jr. and Nikolai Mikhailovich (both graduates of the General Staff Academy) would show clear signs throughout their lives of having been strongly influenced by those ideas.[2]
     The Nicholas Cavalry School was probably the least radical of all the elite military academies, but by the time Dmitry matriculated there in 1909,[3] circumstances and expectations had changed so profoundly that he, even more[1] than the grand dukes of the previous two generations, was a peer to his fellow student-officers. The most dramatic indication of the extent to which times had changed was the great slow-down in grand ducal advancement through the ranks. Dmitry may not have had to start off as a drummer boy like his ancestor Peter I, but he began his military service as a cornet (the lowest commissioned cavalry rank) in 1911, and held the same rank when he joined his regiment for the invasion of East Prussia in August 1914, despite having flourished as a young Horse Guards officer, and one who enjoyed the Emperor’s particular favor! Dmitri in uniformSuch a thing would simply have been unthinkable a generation before. But this was post-1905 Russia, an Empire with an elected legislative body, and one which had only recently witnessed an attack in the Duma upon grand ducal military service, as exemplified by the Council of Imperial Defense, a body led by Grand Duke Nikolai Nikolaevich, Jr., and comprising several Romanov members. The attack by Duma President Alexander Guchkov led to a public outcry against the grand dukes, from which they never truly recovered. Nikolai himself considered grand ducal prestige to be “fatally” compromised as a direct result of Nicholas II’s failure to support the Council, which, ironically, was a genuinely useful and efficient military administrative body, and might have contributed greatly to Russia’s performance in the First World War![4]
     In short, to be a young grand duke in the latter years of Nicholas II’s reign was to face a built-in identity-crisis, especially if one took one’s service role seriously, aspired to play a genuinely beneficial part in the life of the Empire, and was imbued with a military ethos that put the maintenance of Russia’s international great-power status above all other considerations, including dynastic loyalty.                                                                    
      
The Grand Duke in training  

  
 
Dmitry was thirteen when his uncle and guardian, Grand Duke Sergei Aleksandrovich, was assassinated by terrorists from the Socialist Revolutionary Battle Organization. He was fourteen when he attended the opening of the inaugural Duma. An intelligent young man, he shared the Romanovs’ love for all things military, but his real passion was for politics, and always would be. He liked to consider himself a free-thinker – a forward-looking man, open-minded and able to set personal considerations aside. His ideal was the man of action, and anyone who could show himself to be such would win Dmitry’s admiration, whatever his political affiliations. But he, for his part, struggled with a lack of self-confidence and an inclination to passivity, qualities he recognized in himself and disliked. Another source of internal tension was the fact that, despite his pride in his own broad-mindedness, he also had a highly traditional side. His spiritual life provides an interesting illustration of how he could manage to straddle two different worlds when need be. The traditionalist in him would never have dreamed of a formal break with the Russian Orthodox Church, but the free-thinker was absolutely enamored of Hinduism, yoga, and “New Thought” philosophy, all of which he studied and pursued throughout his adult life. The dominating persona in every facet of his existence, the one that held the others together as well as holding them in check, was that of the fervent patriot. Thus, for instance, in the religious sphere, his traditionalism was bolstered by a belief that to be Russian was to be Orthodox, making a split from the Church truly impossible.[5]
     Of course, it would be all too easy to smirk at the precious, privileged young royal who claimed to be a true son of the motherland above all else, but Dmitry, for his part, sincerely believed that that was who he was. He was neither a genius nor a saint. Indeed, he himself was all too aware of his own shortcomings. But no one who reads his diaries can doubt that he loved his country, and thought frequently and seriously about her well-being. Thus it was all the more tragic that the efforts he made to act upon his convictions always ended in failure. Everyone knows about the Rasputin assassination, but it was merely the most dramatic of numerous efforts to turn things around for Russia, a pursuit that involved such quixotic activities as trying to talk Nicholas out of taking over as Commander-in Chief of the Russian forces in August 1915, tampering with the Emperor’s wartime dispatches, trying to form a coalition of conservatives and liberals within the divided émigré community in post-revolutionary exile, speaking out publicly against Prince Vladimir Kirillovich’s ‘friendship’ with the Nazi’s in January 1939, etc.
     Nobody ever took him seriously – that was the whole problem! From the very day of his birth, when the attending midwife had left him for dead on a pile of linen, people would consistently overlook and underestimate him. The politicians and intellectuals whose friendship he tried to cultivate both before and after the revolution were invariably patronizing and dismissive. No doubt it was difficult for them to believe that any Romanov, let alone one with a handsome face, a reputation for frivolity, and a lack of self-assurance, could ever be considered a peer. One of the very few to give him credit was Hugh Dalton, the famous socialist intellectual and lecturer at the London School of Economics, who gave Dmitry private tuition in political economy in 1919, and found him to be a diligent and gifted student.

    Grand Duke PaulGrand Duke Paul, Dmitry's absent father, painted by Serov also in typical Romanov martial style

 Part of the problem – perhaps the greatest part – sprang from his tumultuous childhood and adolescence. Dmitry’s mother died giving birth to him. His father, Grand Duke Paul Alexandrovich, though not one to challenge the rather constricted model of childrearing typical of his class and generation, nonetheless might have been a very good parent to his son and daughter, had not circumstances intervened in 1902 when Dmitry was ten and his older sister, Marie, was twelve. In love with a woman who was both married and a commoner, Paul chose to defy the Emperor and leave his children behind in
Russia to make a life with her in France. By the time he took that step, he and his lover already had a little boy of their own, and it was that child, not Dmitry, who grew up with a father’s love and example.[6] For the little Grand Duke and Grand Duchess left behind in Russia, Paul’s disappearance from their lives amounted to a devastating rejection. Not only that, but they were uprooted from their St. Petersburg home and sent to Moscow to live with their childless uncle and aunt, Grand Duke Serge Alexandrovich and Grand Duchess Elisabeth Feodorovna, in what can only be described as a highly dysfunctional household. Serge was affectionate and frightening by turns. He could be almost “maternal” toward the children, whom he genuinely wanted, but his temper was short, he was rigid, bullying, and had a need to exert total control over all those who came into his orbit. Elisabeth, meanwhile, did not want the children and was jealous of her husband’s affection toward them.
     Marie, a strong-willed girl who had always dominated her younger brother, responded to this ongoing trauma by becoming difficult, defiant, and hostile toward outsiders (i.e. anyone but herself and Dmitry).Marie Pavlovna in childhood


Marie Pavlovna junior, his beloved sister, as a child wearing formal Russian court dress  


Dmitry, meanwhile, learned early on that
his best strategy for survival was to make full use of the natural charm with which his personality was imbued. He sought, at all cost, to endear himself to those around him, whether they were servants or royalty. Humor, often self-deprecating, was something he wielded expertly. Light-hearted flirtation likewise served him well, and it didn’t hurt that he was very good looking, with his father’s tall, slender build and his mother’s soulful eyes.
     Disaster struck anew on 4 February, 1905, when Grand Duke Serge was killed by revolutionary terrorists just outside his palace. The reaction of the children was mixed. They were horrified, of course, and Dmitry wished to be allowed to stand guard at his uncle’s tomb, but he also expressed the hope that he and his sister might now be happier. And, indeed, Elisabeth finally embraced the children, and apologized for her previous coldness toward them. [7]  She and Dmitry would go on to have a good, genuinely affectionate relationship, but her decision to take holy orders disturbed both children, who desired her full attention for themselves, and resented having to share it with the ailing soldiers who became the focus of Elisabeth’s hands-on charitable activities. When Marie married a Swedish prince in 1908 and left Russia, Dmitry found it difficult to adjust. They had always had each other, and now, despite Elisabeth’s affection, he felt alone in the world. There remained only General G.M. Laiming to provide him with a semblance of the paternal care and family life he so craved. This the General did admirably – so admirably, in fact, that Dmitry would later confess in his diary that he cared more for Laiming than for Paul. But there were limits to how effective that relationship could be. Laiming had a son of his own – a son for whom he could truly be a father and role model in a way he never could for Dmitry. He was not, after all, a grand duke, and in that sense could never be an equal. With Sergei dead, Paul far away, and Laiming poorly suited to the paternal role, Dmitry was nobody’s son. In the midst of a highly patriarchal society, he lived in a female headed household (that of Grand Duchess Elizabeth), and that at a time (i.e. adolescence) when he most needed male guidance. Then came Nicholas II.
     Nicholas, as Emperor, was the ultimate role model for a young grand duke, even one with little hope of coming to the throne through the conventional route of direct primogeniture inheritance. More importantly, Nicholas, who took a strong interest in the two Pavlovich children after Serge’s murder, was capable of being a loving, nurturing surrogate father, and that, to Dmitry, was truly all in all! The relationship developed slowly. Both children were invited to Tsarskoe Selo on occasion between 1905 and 1907, and both loved the attention they received there. But they were still Ella’s responsibility, and lived with her full time in Moscow. That changed for Dmitry in 1908 when he moved to St. Petersburg to attend the cavalry school, taking up residence in Paul’s vacant palace (he would later take possession of the Sergei Palace on the Neva, left to him by Grand Duke Serge Alexandrovich). Laiming looked after him from day to day, but Nicholas and Alexandra, to his enormous delight, invited him to Tsarskoe every weekend, and sometimes included him on their holidays in the Crimea or cruising in the Gulf of Finland. From then until the war years, when Dmitry became devastatingly disillusioned with Nicholas’s ability to fulfill the role of ‘man of action’ and advancer of Russian prestige, he absolutely worshipped the Emperor. That, however, did not prevent him from developing early antipathies toward the two most important and beloved members of Nicholas’s household – Alexandra and Alexis. In an undated 1909 letter to Marie, congratulating her on the birth of her son, Prince Lennart of Sweden, Dmitry expresses the sincere wish that his new nephew will not turn out to be anything like Alexis, in behavior or even in looks! Alexandra is treated equally as harshly. Writing Marie from Tsarskoe Selo on 7 February, 1910, Dmitry not only notes his utter revulsion for Rasputin, but calls Alexandra a fool and accuses her of idiotic behavior for what he regards as her incautious treatment of Alexis after one of the child’s hemorrhages!

 Alexandra and Alexei, 1907
    
The Empress, Alexandra, and her son Alexei, objects of Dmitry's jealousy, 1907


There were certainly things in both Alexandra and Alexis’s behavior that genuinely disturbed Dmitry, but his antipathy toward them undoubtedly sprung in large part from jealousy. As fond as Nicholas was of him, he knew he could never compete with either of them. He may, of course, have tried to gain his sister’s approval through his critical attitude toward Alexandra, among others. It would have been like him to do so, and it could well be that Marie felt a strong antipathy toward Alexandra (as she did toward many of the adult women in her life), which Dmitry chose to echo. Such appears to have been the case with regard to Paul’s wife. In his letters to Marie, Dmitry makes cruel comments about her looks and behavior, but in his diaries he spoke with some fondness of her and called her “mamochka”.[8] The same was true of Alexandra, whom he called “mamasha”, and referred to as his “foster mother”. But in her case instead of improving (as it did with his stepmother), his attitude toward her grew more negative over time, and it is easy to see how the two could have viewed each other as rivals since both were highly jealous of Nicholas’s affection.
     At any rate, in all of his pre-war letters, no matter to whom they were written, Dmitry’s attitude toward Nicholas was uniformly uncritical and adoring – a thing which made the Emperor’s eventual fall in his esteem all the more dramatic.
     That fall, exemplified by Dmitry’s willing participation in the Rasputin assassination, belongs to a chapter in his life not covered by this article. The assassination is, beyond all dispute, the episode that has garnered him the most attention, and not without reason -- that event remains one of history’s most bizarre and dramatic footnotes. But Dmitry himself deserves more than to be remembered merely as one of the five conspirators. He was a complex man with a complex view of Russia – his greatest love.
     The letters translated and reproduced here come from a little-known volume entitled Nicholas II and the Grand Dukes, issued for public consumption by the Soviet state publisher in Leningrad in 1925, and edited by V.N. Semennikov. Dmitry is one of several Grand Dukes whose letters were seized after the revolution and included in this book, with the sole purpose, avowedly, of revealing just how stupid, venial, and devoid of patriotism or humanity the Romanovs were. In referring to Dmitry, Semennikov wrote:

     This book also includes another “pretender to the Russian throne” – Grand Duke Dmitry Pavlovich.[9] A favorite of Nicholas II, D. Romanov became a strange “hero” after he, together with Purishkevich and Yusupov, murdered Rasputin.
     In the letters printed here, Dmitry Romanov comes across as a typical high society ne’er-do-well. All the interests of this “pretender to the throne” were centered upon automobile and horse racing, and various worldly amusements. In his own words, Dmitry felt drawn only “to my horses, to jumping.” When he wanted to pour out his heart to Nicholas II, to “share [his] thoughts,” he positively could not write anything but empty chatter and various banalities. Moreover, the Grand Duke, as is evident from his letters, was absolutely UNEDUCATED. A complete intellectual squalor, a total lack of meaning, are present in every stroke, and if we print these letters it is only because in Dmitry Pavlovich we find the general type of the “grand duke”. The very tone of these letters – their coarse and banal witticisms, their unprintable expressions – characterize both the grand duke’s own ignorance, and that of his old friend Nicholas II.


    
Of course, readers of this article will immediately perceive that the young man described herein as intelligent, patriotic and earnest, cannot be the same Grand Duke Dmitry vilified by Semennikov as a selfish, ignorant lout! One of the accounts must be wrong, and it is my belief that the letters will speak for themselves. Certainly every careful reader will recognize how grossly the Grand Duke’s words about being drawn to his horses have been misrepresented – he meant only to tell Nicholas that he could not practice jumping on the horses he occasionally rode while visiting his father in Paris, because he didn’t know the animals well enough to risk it, and looked forward to getting home to his own mounts. It is true that he loved horses and was a serious equestrian athlete, representing Russia in the 1912 Olympic Games in Stockholm, but the 6000+ pages of his frank and detailed post-revolutionary diary contain very few references to horse racing, none to automobile racing. In fact, his great passion was for model railroading – a hobby difficult to represent as wild, reckless or hedonistic!
     Certainly the teenager/young adult writing to Nicholas between 1909 and 1914 comes across as somewhat shallow here and there, but he also expresses some very heartfelt emotions. Semennikov picks up on the fact that he had difficulty in doing so, and also denigrates his recourse to crude jokes, but what he does not perceive is how desperately the grand duke wished to endear himself to Nicholas (who clearly enjoyed his humor), how much he wished to be considered a “man” (and real men make lewd jokes about women, right? Or so most adolescent boys believe), and how terrified he was that Nicholas would, sooner or later, reject him. One might thus easily see his self-denigrating language and stumbling for words as an endearing trait rather than proof of ignorance and low-character! But that, of course, is up to the reader to decide.

1908
     General Alexander Spiridovich, a close observer of the life of Nicholas II, called the period from 1909-1911 “les annees de grande amitie entre l’empereur et Dimitri Pavlovitch”. But it was in 1908 that the groundwork for that relationship was laid, so it is there that we begin.
     Dmitry turned sixteen on September 6, 1907 (o.s.), and would spend the next year of his life as a child, still mothered by Marie (until her marriage to William of Denmark in April 1908), and still closely supervised by Ella, who insisted that her ward accompany her when she travelled to an Estonian health resort (Gapsal) in June 1908, and then to the Crimea in August.
     Three men loomed large in Dmitry’s life during his 16th year. The first was G.M. Laiming, who continued to oversee his education and upbringing, and would remain with him as a friend and advisor even after his official role as preceptor had ended.[10]
     The second figure, nowhere near as constantly present as Laiming but still enormously important, was Grand Duke Paul. 1908 marked an opportunity for father and son to get reacquainted after several years of very limited contact. Paul visited Russia twice that year, and Dmitry made two visits to Paris. In the intervals between trips, father and son wrote one another regularly (something which Paul and Marie, by comparison, did not do).

"Bodya" Palei
Dmitry's half-brother, the poet prince Vladimir Palei (or Paley)   

 While a guest at his father’s house, Dmitry could scarcely have failed to notice the real bond between Paul and his
other son, Vladimir, called “Bodya” (a baby-talk form of the diminutive “Volodya”). The little boy was just about the age Dmitry himself had been when Paul left Russia to remarry, but unlike Dmitry he had all his father’s attention. Paul, who had been a very busy man when his eldest two children were small, now led a retiring existence, dominated by routine. He read every morning before lunch, took a nap afterwards, and went for a walk with Bodya when the weather was nice. A favorite occupation was reading out loud to the family in the evening, whether they appreciated it or not (and Dmitry usually did not).[11] Thus Paul’s attention was something of a mixed blessing. Naturally one wanted a close relationship with one’s father – Bodya was to be envied in that respect – but for a sixteen-year-old boy who idolized men of action, Paul could hardly excite much enthusiasm as a role model, and Dmitry tended to get on better with his father when they were not living under the same roof.
     The third man, of course, was Nicholas II, who may, in truth, have been as much a homebody and creature of habit as his Uncle Paul, and scarcely more dynamic. But Nicholas was the Emperor of Russia, and that in itself imbued him with a high degree of excitement and charisma, especially to a young man like Dmitry who was passionate about politics and determined to make his own mark upon history.
     There were, on the periphery of the young man’s life, a handful of other potential father figures, but none of them posed any threat to Nicholas’s preeminent position. Marie’s father-in-law, the King of Sweden, went out of his way to be kind and congenial toward Dmitry on the latter’s visits to his sister’s new homeland, and that effort appears to have been noticed and much appreciated by its recipient, though, of course, there was little opportunity for any real relationship to develop between the two. George, the Duke of Mecklenberg-Strelitz, was nearer at hand in St. Petersburg, and he too took a fatherly interest in the young man. As an officer of the Horse Guard, Dmitry’s own future regiment, he was ideally placed to assume the role of mentor, but his life was drawing to a close – he would pass away in 1909.
     Grand Duke Alexis Alexandrovich, Paul’s older brother (and after Serge’s death the one closest to him in age), was another potential surrogate, but he would not even last as long as George “Mecklenbergsky”, dying in November 1908 at the age of fifty-eight. A life-long bachelor and notorious womanizer and bon vivant, Alexis had apparently offered to share his St. Petersburg palace with Dmitry, and the latter had every expectation of moving in with his uncle in the autumn. Unfortunately we do not know the details behind this tentative arrangement, or why it later fell through. It may be that Nicholas approved the plan, thinking that Dmitry would bring a breath of fresh air into the older Grand Duke’s life. Alexis suffered from poor health, and still lived beneath a dark cloud of disgrace and widespread unpopularity, the aftermath of his incompetence as General Admiral of the Imperial Russian Navy during the Russo-Japanese War. As for Dmitry himself, he certainly seems to have been willing to live with his uncle, and may have anticipated learning a thing or two that would never appear on the curriculum of the cavalry school – at least not the official curriculum! In the event, however, October saw him taking up residence not with Alexis but as an independent young officer-scholar at the vacant palace of his father, Paul Alexandrovich. Ella came with him, but stayed just long enough to help him redecorate his rooms. Then he was on his own – with Laiming, of course, but without any aunts or uncles to order his daily life.
     From the start he was a popular figure on the St. Petersburg social scene, and received many invitations. He got on well with his fellow students at the cavalry school, but the most significant friendship he would form was undoubtedly that with Prince Felix Felixovich Yusupov, Jr. Felix was only slightly older than Dmitry, but a good deal more worldly, and in that respect would become a kind of mentor to the young Grand Duke, albeit not necessarily a ‘good’ one!  Dmitry, though he had known Felix superficially all his life, only began to seek a real relationship with the Prince toward the end of 1908. He had encountered Yusupov in the Crimea that summer, was intrigued, and wrote Marie that he would like to get to know him better.
     The friendship with Felix would, indeed, become a very important one. All his life Dmitry tended to have more female confidantes than male, but Felix, before the Rasputin assassination and its aftermath, grew as close to him as anyone of either sex would ever be, including Nicholas. Indeed, the break between the Grand Duke and the Emperor, preceding that between the Grand Duke and Yusupov, was, arguably, a by-product of Dmitry’s friendship with Yusupov insofar as it led him to participate in the plot against Rasputin (though there is no reason to believe that Dmitry’s hatred of Rasputin was, in itself, dependent upon Yusupov’s influence). But in 1908, Felix Yusupov’s growing appeal notwithstanding, it was Nicholas who dazzled and delighted the young Grand Duke, Nicholas, and no one else, who held out the promise of fulfilling his ultimate desire for a powerful, dynamic, affectionate and understanding father.
     Ella’s decision, back in April, to stay on in Tsarskoe Selo after Marie’s wedding for a visit with the Empress gave Dmitry a chance to spend time with Nicholas in an informal setting, playing billiards and going for walks. The two encountered each other again that summer in the Crimea, though Dmitry remained firmly within Ella’s orbit. The real breakthrough came when Dmitry moved to St. Petersburg in October, beginning preliminary classes at the cavalry school the following month. November brought Paul to St. Petersburg for Alexis’s funeral, and Dmitry genuinely enjoyed spending time with his father during that brief sojourn. It may be that Nicholas, who had, after all, been responsible for Paul’s banishment, felt a little guilty on Dmitry’s behalf when the elder Grand Duke departed. That, of course, is pure speculation. But whatever the case may be, it was then that Dmitry received his standing invitation to participate in family dinners at Tsarskoe Selo every Saturday evening, a thing which he exulted about in his letters to his sister. And thus began his life as the Emperor’s surrogate son.
[1] Aleksei Nikolaevich was, of course, technically a Grand Duke, but his role as Tsesarevich totally superseded that lesser designation. Vladimir Kirillovich’s title was, in this author’s opinion, dubious at best.
[2] For an in depth discussion of this topic see: William Lee, Grand Ducal Role and Identity as a Reflection on the Interaction of State and Dynasty in Imperial Russia, unpublished Ph.D. dissertation, University College, London, 2000
[3] Dmitry actually attended some preliminary classes at the school in November 1908, but did not embark upon his full course load until 1909.
[4] Perrins, Michael, “The Council of Imperial Defense, 1905-1909: A Study in Russian Bureaucratic Politics,” Slavic and East European Review, 58 (3), 1980
[5] Dmitry’s diaries, particularly the 1918 volumes, give a very clear picture of his political, spiritual, and patriotic beliefs and opinions, and it is from them that I have derived the information presented in this paragraph.
[6] The boy was Vladimir Pavlovich, later Prince Palei. He was killed by the Bolsheviks in January 1919, along with Grand Duchess Elisabeth Feodorovna, Grand Duke Serge Mikhailovich, and the Princes Ioann and Igor Konstantinovich.
[7] See Education of a Princess (Blue Ribbon Books, New York, 1930), Marie Pavlovna’s first volume of memoirs, for her own account of the relationship between the children and their uncle and aunt, and the aftermath of Serge’s assassination.
[8] This word (“mamochka”), which appears to have been coined by Dmitry himself, was certainly affectionate, but also a little bit teasing. A “ka” ending, when appended to a name (e.g. Sashka), implies a tone of gentle and winking disapproval on the part of the giver.
[9] There is some truth to Semennikov’s claim that Dmitry was a pretender to the throne. He himself claimed not to want that position, but he was admitted to England in 1918 specifically as the next likely Emperor of Russia, and set about preparing himself for that future role by undertaking a study of international law and political economy. He did not, however, promote himself very aggressively, and by 1921 had given up that ambition altogether.
[10] Laiming and Dmitry would not be permanently parted until the revolution at last drove an insurmountable wedge between them. Laiming accompanied Dmitry into Persian exile in December 1916, but soon returned to Russia to take charge of the Grand Duke’s affairs. The two remained in constant contact until late in 1918 when Laiming was arrested by the Bolsheviks and consigned to a Petrograd prison, where he appears to have perished.
[11] Paul’s daily routine is very well depicted in his unpublished diaries, some, but not all volumes of which are part of the Mainau collection of the Bernadotte family.

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