By Olga Alexandrovna
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I do not know if he liked it, but I was happy. The Queen praised me and called me ‘the little mother’. That made me very proud. At times, I gave Viggo piggyback rides for hours on end – he was so tiny and so light, and I was very fond of him. Now and then, Grandmother would take me for a walk in the park and show me the flowers. She taught me how to tie a bouquet. ’ She taught me to love flowers and colours even more than I already did. Grandmother was especially fond of roses, and every morning during the last years we stayed at Bernstorff, she would walk around in her rose garden and cut off the most beautiful flowers and put them in her basket.
For Olga Alexandrovna lay at the foot of the coffin. On November 30th, 1960, more than five hundred mourners filled the Cathedral. The Requiem Mass was followed by a short memorial sermon by Bishop Athenagoras, head of the Greek Church in Canada. Representatives of Orthodox communities took part in the service. After the last homage had been paid, the coffin was closed. It was covered with the Imperial standard and the old regimental colours that had been brought over to Canada by a Hussar not long after the Revolution.
He hired Kulikovsky as an aide. Thus Olga and Nicholas could be near each other and wait for the possibility of a divorce, which could only be granted by her brother, the Emperor. When the First World War broke out in 1914, Colonel Kulikovsky was commissioned to command the Akhtyrsky Hussars at Rovno, near the Polish-Austrian frontier. Olga immediately made preparations to leave the palace in St. Petersburg in order to nurse at the front-line. Throughout her time at the front in Rovno and later at Kiev, Olga continued to paint the scenes around her.