ON THIS DATE IN THEIR OWN WORDS: GRAND DUKE DMITRI TO NICHOLAS II. 28 SEPTEMBER, 1911.
Grand Duke Dmitri Pavlovich to Nicholas II:
Paris, 1911. 28th September.
Yesterday I received your charming telegram with your wishes for my name day. It went to Petersburg, where the office staff couldn’t think of anything better but to forward it to me by mail – via a registered letter. Yesterday I sent a reply via a telegram, but thinking that Aunt will of course be surprised by my late thankfulness, I decided to write to you.
It is strange somehow for me to think that living in Livadia you occupy a new, completely unknown house to me. I hope very much that it is to your taste.
How is “Alix’s” health? May God grant it that the climate and the sun will benefit and help her.
In Paris, “all is well”. Papa is in a good mood, and his spouse too. Although neither one of them is completely healthy. The weather is lovely, although very cold – relatively speaking of course.
I will leave Paris around the 8th or the 12th of October and go directly to Petersburg, to the regiment, in order to start serving faithfully and truly.
Most likely I will catch up with Maria and her husband, who will be here on the 8th or the 7th on their way to Siam.
Time goes by quickly here, I go to the theater often. Saw a lot of funny plays and guffawed freely. Although I am tired of civilian clothes. Every morning one must think of shirts, stockings, suits and generally be involved in semi-lady like activities. I wish I could put on my dear uniform on soon.
I am terribly sorry that I will not see your house in Livadia, and will not be dunking my white body into the sea waves like three years ago, and will not be playing dice with you, while teasing Zhilik and my opponent.
How are you, what are you doing?
Ah, well, dear uncle, I was thinking about you a lot during your difficult visit to Kiev. I wanted to write, but thought that you must have enough letters without me. I imagine that this was not exactly of benefit to poor Aunt.
Well, now I embrace you firmly, and cover Aunt’s little hands with sweet passionate kisses, and ask her not to forget her “son”.
Faithful to you with my whole heart and soul,