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« Reply #75 on: September 05, 2005, 09:08:37 AM »
i have lots of sympathy for her as a person but i don't think she was ever cut out to be queen... not even before her daughter died. she was too artistic... as a personality

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« Reply #76 on: September 05, 2005, 10:39:29 AM »
I have no doubt you are entirely correct.

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« Reply #77 on: September 05, 2005, 02:48:09 PM »
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Are you translating from English to Russian?

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Yes, from English to Russian. Very interesting work!
I enjoy it! :) Pakula is a master of word!

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« Reply #78 on: September 08, 2005, 06:06:45 PM »
Carol I


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« Reply #79 on: September 08, 2005, 06:19:20 PM »
Carol I & Elisabeth cards




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« Reply #80 on: September 08, 2005, 06:19:47 PM »

Queen Elisabeth, wife of Carol I



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King Carol I


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« Reply #82 on: October 06, 2005, 07:25:47 AM »
Great to find this website. Carmen had an unhappy life, in many ways. I have a biography, and also a little original manuscript, about her charity home "Segenhaus", in pencil. About 19 pages; it was given by her to J.Carleton Young, the autograph collector. Never intended for publication, just one of her many jottings.

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« Reply #83 on: October 06, 2005, 08:13:10 PM »
Thanks, Lorenzo.
I feel constrained to defend the honour of Elisabeth against modern opinion. Suggestions that she was odd or even a little potty, or unsuited to reigning as a monarch.
Relations between her and Karl /Carl/Carol were foul, much to the discredit of his insensitivity. Though the loss of her child was a cruel blow, she had sufficient inner strength to accept it. Her excessive devotion to charities in later years must be blamed squarely on being an imposed introvertion as a result of Karl's overpowering attitude.
They were equal monarchs in their own right; but in the spirit of 1850's traditional behaviour, governing Romania was assumed as his role only,(though admittedly he did it very well), and the 'popularity factor' to her. Karl however trivialized her humanitarian and artistic efforts, forbade her to associate with the author 'Pierre Loti', and in many ways made her life difficult, unfulfilled, and unhappy.
Forget the opulence all around in photos of Elisabeth; the wealth was all his. She was allowed a pittance, and spent it on the poor, even to the extent of selling her child's necklace for charity.
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« Reply #84 on: October 06, 2005, 11:50:33 PM »
Herewith a short biography that may be of interest to someone:

Carmen Sylva’s  literary works ‘put Rumania on the map’ quite as much as did her royal husband’s railway building schemes and trade reforms. Much even of Rumanian peasant folklore existed only as verbal tradition until she collected it. And this was aided by her being able to speak fluently seven languages,with a good working knowledge of several others;she could write books and poetry in Rumanian, German,French and English. Or read aloud in perfect idiom from books in a language different from the text, without hesitation, or the audience guessing.  Carmen’s nom-de-plume is sometimes called a ‘nom-de-guerre’; not from her wartime activity (she was known as muma rantilor”, ‘mother of the wounded’, when nursing in the Russo-Rumanian-Turkish War of 1877-8) - but perhaps from her play writing.  Born Pauline Elisabeth Ottilie Louise at the Monrepos castle near Neuwied in the Prussian Rhineland, on 29th Dec.1843, she probably thought her identity would remain a secret behind the pen-name. But from a hesitant beginning -the poems “Sappho”and “Hammerstein” privately printed at Leipzig in 1880 - eventually emerged a steady stream of works; volumes of up to 459 poems (“Mein Ruh”), or of 19 essays, 14 fairy-tales, and translations of large works into various languages (“Die Beiden Masken” is 600 pages).Several of her own novels are of 300 to over 500 pages. Her translation of Rumanian poetry,especially that of Alecsandri, first made it known abroad. The pseudonym ‘E.Wedi’, a  simple anagram of  E. Wied, was used only for early translations of Rumanian poetry in 1878. Next came ‘Waldesang’, in German books. This was latinized  to ‘Carmen Sylvae’ (‘song of the forest’) with the last letter dropped to sound like a name:

“Carmen, the song, Sylva the forest wild,

 Forth comes the sylvan song, the woodlands’ child”—

(“Mein Ruh”) — and in spite of the requirements of her position, she always retained the spontaneous charm and naïvety of ‘a woodland child’. The literary outflow from 1880 to 1905 varied from collections of short stories to 3-volume sets.

Her own books were painstakingly put by others into various languages. But she herself wrote and translated effortlessly - it is said that when reading prose aloud, many mistook it for poetry. Carmen became the subject of Pierre Loti’s poignant book ‘L’Exilée’. Of this she writes:- “Loti was the involuntary witness of that romance [of the Crown Prince with one of her Maids-of-Honour], and  of the moral sufferings I had to endure after the event. Touched by the injustice of which I was the victim, indignant at the fantastic tales which wicked people had invented against me, and of which the least cruel accused me of madness, Loti, as soon as he got back to France, wrote the most beautiful plea that could be imagined in favour of an innocent woman- ‘L’Exilée’. The first part, entitled ‘Carmen Sylva’, is the most flattering and indulgent portrait of a living person ever penned. Loti, so little acquainted with the political intrigues of the different courts, and especially of the court of Bucharest,did not know that the sorrows and the joys of sovereigns unfortunately belong to that secret history destined never to be  written, but to be lost in oblivion together with the hearts that experienced them. Kings and Queens are not allowed to have a heart, and if they have one - then so much the worse for themselves!  They are condemned by virtue of the throne theyoccupy forever to wear a smiling mask, even should they have death in their souls. Among the memories of Sinaia,Bucharest, and Venice, which Loti called up in ‘L’Exilée’ inorder to show a poor Queen, a dreamer, sad and disillusioned,as a being superhuman and almost celestial, he also spoke of the romance which had unfolded itself before his eyes. Thereby he unveiled a secret which it was considered in the interests of Bucharest to be kept private. Loti had not forseen that by openly taking my part he would make for himself as many hidden but inveterate enemies as I myself possessed. The publicity accorded to an event which had so upset the court of Bucharest, and which had given rise to so many libels, that publicity, due to the pen of a writer such as Loti, intenselydispleased King Charles, and it was according to his express orders that I had to break off all connection with that friend. That is why I have not been able to see him again, nor to read a line of his, whether written or printed.”

 Her “Book of the Soul” had much impressed Loti at Venice, where she read it to him. “Almost throughout a work of genius, a work in which her nobility of soul shone at its highest”, he wrote; but this manuscript was lost or destroyed.  The loss of her only child was a severe blow, affecting her health and life,and being the reason she took to the consolation of writing.Before marriage she had travelled for five years, before the first meeting with Prince Karl. He proved a man of iron, hard-working, and putting his country first, but stern to the point of  cruelty.  In  March 1881, the actual declaration of Rumaniaas a kingdom, by Act of  Parliament, took place; and on the 22nd of May Charles and Elisabeth were crowned as its first King and Queen. [ Karl’s German name is translated usually into the English ‘Charles’, and in Rumanian ‘Carol’]. The coronation was at Bucharest, with much pomp and ceremony, on 23rd May 1881. The King’s royal crown was of steel made from Turkish cannon captured at Plevna, and the Queen’s of pure gold, without jewels or ornament.Their first home was the old house of Prince Cuza, the last Phanariot ruler, who had been forced to abdicate in 1886,when Rumania was still a principality.  They had been married at the Metropolitan Church, Bucharest, on 25th November 1869; having first met in Berlin in 1861.

 Elisabeth was brought up a Lutheran, but Charles had before marriage already undertaken to educate his children in the Orthodox faith, despite papal disapproval. During her life, many famous people were received by Elisabeth, to talk of their art - Alecsandri; Hallstrom the Swedish composer; Augustus Becker; and Max Müller - who spoke enthusiastically of her in his letters - Paderewski; Sarah Bernhardt; Tennyson; Lilli Lehmann; Ellen Terry; Thibaud - and many more. She was an excellent pianist, organist, and singer besides her talent in poetry, folklore, ballads and plays. And her artistry in painting was considerable. (“ I wrote the whole of the Passion after the four Gospels in Roumanian, and  illuminated the sixty big pages. I have done my brother’s  life like that, 200 pages, all illuminated, and many other small and large books that I cannot enumerate.” There is an example of the Queen’s work in the Musée Plantin, Antwerp. Elisabeth was the daughter of Prince Hermann of Wied(1814 - 1864) and Princess Marie of Nassau (1825 - 1902)who married in 1842. In the Russo-Turkish War of 1877 - 8 she devoted herself  to the care of the wounded, founding the Order of Elisabethto reward service to them. She also fostered the higher education of women in Rumania, and established societiesfor various charitable ends. All her wedding presents were sold for proceeds to these.  Elisabeth in 1882 became a member of the Academy of Sciences of Bucharest; and in 1890 visited England and Wales, the guest of Queen Victoria. Many books were written in collaboration with her close friend Frau Mite Kremnitz, with the two maintaining separate pen-names and characters. Carmen died on 2nd of March 1916, loved and remembered by many.

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« Reply #85 on: October 07, 2005, 08:13:55 PM »
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'  For sure I'll say an awful thing for Queen Elisabeth's fans : romantic Carmen Sylva was too much up in clouds and did not understand many practical things..."::)

I think perhaps you might change that opinion, Svetabel, if you were to read Elisabeth's book "Segenhaus". It shows her secret, concealed side; intensely practical and down-to-earth in comparison with Carol. It was never published, and probably only a handful of people have ever read it. And that her so-called 'romantic' image was concocted merely to ingratiate the Romanians. Carol gave a third of his great wealth to charity, but Elisabeth sacrificed everything she owned, from a tiny allowance, and served in hospitals during the Russo-Turkish war.

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« Reply #86 on: October 07, 2005, 10:19:07 PM »
Heres a picture of Queen Elisabeth's daughter Princess Marie.



Poor child.  :-[

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« Reply #87 on: October 08, 2005, 11:22:46 PM »
In 1903, Carmen Sylva wrote a small book in pencil on 19 leaves of very cheap paper, concerning her plans for a "House of Blessings" (Segenhaus) on her mother's ancestral estate. It was a very personal book, scribbled at high speed, and never intended for printing or publication.
James Carleton Young, to whom she gave it, wrote on the cover :- " This is a most remarkable [underlined] personal document - it should be read by everyone".
However, it is unlikely that more than a very few people have read it, apart from J.C.Young, myself, and the author.
It is now just over a century since it was written, and I take the liberty of submitting it to this group for judgement:-



[SEGENHAUS]                                                         Sinaia  Oct. 29  1903

My plan for Segenhaus was formed  twenty years ago. I used to say that I
wanted to found  Le couvent des fatigués. But I had no spot and no money. I
thought of the isle of Corfu, then of Jersey. But both are too far away from
working centres. People can't spend so much money on so long a journey, if
they have but four weeks for rest. And such are many. Besides the sea
doesn't always do for overwrought nerves and the mountains not for weakened
hearts. And tired people generally have both, over-strung nerves and a weak
heart - So my plan lay dormant in my heart and had to wait. Last year my
mother left me her house. In fact she had built it for me, with the idea
that my throne was a very precarious one, and that I was to find a  shelter
in the coming storms and earthquakes. But money she had none to leave. Her
small motherly inheritance went into the house, the grounds for which she
bought bit by bit from the peasants of the next villages, so that it might
not lie in the grounds of the family, where all goes to the eldest. The
house is very simple, sadly in want of repair, the furniture very old and
not room enough for my plan. So I began by selling my mother's jewells, and
all those I got for my wedding, even a string of small pearls that came from
my grandmother and was worn by my only child. So I sacrifice what is dearest
and holiest to me for my great thought. The small string is valued at eight
thousand Marks, but is not sold yet, the jewells my mother left me made
sixty thousand Marks, twentyfive thousand of which I spent in the building
of a house beside Segenhaus, with eight rooms, a bathroom and a saloon for
music and reading. This is all in wood, very bright and pretty, for the
gentlemen, with a roof to sit upon in the moonshine. I have already taken in
some waifs out of the wide world, in which they found no shelter and have
given rest to overworked people. But it is all the time beyond my means, as
I have to send a great part of my pocket money to feed them.  I should like
to build a beautiful music-hall, an enormous library, in which men might
find what they  want, if they come to Segenhaus, to finish some great work
in undisturbed silence. At first I thought of making people pay a small sum,
say two Marks a day. But I don't think  that will do. My mother expressed by
will the desire that Segenhaus should be for the younger sons’  widows and the
unmarried daughters of the family, and I made a will wishing them to carry out
my plan and taking in the world’s  tired ones of all nations. If I make some people
pay, the poor will feel humiliated.Rather let the rich make gifts after their stay,
after their possibilities.  I should like to increase the capital, so that the number
of persons that are received there would be fixed by the revenues. It takes six or
sevenhundred Marks a year to keep one person. So the capital must be great.
It would be the international house of peace in the widest range. Somebody asked:
"But if they  quarrel! ” -  I said: Then they must both leave Segenhaus, their place
is not there. Tired people don’t quarrel! ” - I write away as fast as I can, and all the
small sums I earn bring small comforts to Segenhaus.  I want them to burn a spirit
lamp in a small saloon I made for them, because it is so much brighter than Petroleum
and so much cleaner, but the lady who is at the head of the establishment said it is too dear!
One doesnt think that a Spirit lamp is  too dear!  And yet there must be some extra
comfort, else such a lonely place in winter may grow dreary. It is paradisical in spring
summer and autumn, in the midst of miles of forest, with a grand view on the Rhine.
The donors will be inscribed, so that they and their family shall always have the first right
to find a room there. I could have cried, when I saw all those millions go to the Hague, when
my house of peace and rest would be such a bond to poor suffering humanity. I must think
about laws of admission.
For the present they are all my guests. But later the thing must work by itself. The family can't
make any demand. The house was left to me without a penny, so if I make all the sacrifices I have
all the rights. I have given what I possess, only not the diadem that the town of Bucarest gave me.
That I am going to sell for the Policlinique, which works admirably. Nine young doctors  dispense
aid and surgery to fiftythousand poor a year. We began with one doctor and a few poor people.
So I give Bucarest back what it gave me. Everything is disposed of and thought of, and I hope, oh!
I do hope that before my death I may be allowed to do all the good that is in my head and heart
for the poor human kind. I may go begging, as I give all I have, even brain treasures, which I value
considerably more than a few jewells, though I had a sigh for my mother's pearls that she put round
my neck with her own dying hands, and one for my child's, that she always wore! But I thought, in a
very few years these things will be nothing to anybody, and the money may do worlds of good!
It is such a pity that all the rest are Hohenzollern jewells, that I may not sell! What a lot of money
they would fetch! The smaller things I have given away, asI have no money left for wedding= and  
godmother gifts. I have such a quantity of societies, for wood, for work, for poor children, except
all those I make learn some art or profession and all my private poor and my sisters of charity, for
whom I bought a house that I havent paid yet. Everything was so difficult, such a hard struggle,
that I should be very sorry to see them crumble down before I die.

[It was too long - part 2 in next]

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« Reply #88 on: October 08, 2005, 11:28:43 PM »
["Segenhaus", Part 2]:

There is a society to give work to a thousand poor women in the town, another to give work to
ladies and another to give work to the peasants all over the country. All these I bear more or less
on my shoulders and keep them going with great sacrifices. And now here comes Segenhaus as a
very heavy charge. I kept all my mother's servants, even her old maid, who is 84 and means to
live to a hundred I'm afraid! - And when she is ill I have to pay a nurse for her, because she says
she'd die if I sent her to the hospital. Of course I also take a costly interest in my mother's hospital
and orphanage and deaf and dumb and blind etc.
I am only too happy to help, but all that I cut off from my wardrobe, and yet I must dress.  As long
as I was in mourning I wore a veil and had no bonnet, and now I have got one   bonnet!  I have
several subjects who have got sixty and more! - Last year the gentlemen who administer the Kings
increase, told me that I had twenty francs a month left for myself, and now I havent even got that,
but only debts! - And they keep me panting, in hopes that I will get tired of spending my money for
other people, and of course I dont tell the King, as he has got the third part of his revenue  engaged
for the poor already.  I often laugh when I see in the newspapers that the Emperor of Austria or
the Queen of England gave five Marks of Kronen to so and so.
And we are amongst the poorest of European sovereigns and give thousands and no one ever
knows a word about it.  The money I earned with my pen was little enough! Davis had promsed me
five cents for every volume of fairy tales in nine languages. So I reckoned thirty thousand Marks!
And I got from the English editor alone what was promised, fifteen hundred, for which I bought a
pair of Norwegian horses for Segenhaus! — But one pair of horses is of course very in-sufficient,
as soon as the household grows.
So you see, I must begin to go a begging, as I can't even get the money I earned with my work.
And for such big books I never got a penny! They think that Queens are rich!! —I say it would be a
shame for a Queen to be rich, that would mean that some poor people are wanting, whom she ought
to have helped!
After our war it took five years till I paid the debt to my brother for my hospitals.  I alone had
kept a hundred wounded! — You see, never anybody talked about that, as I was silent!  To my quiet
amusement  the other sovereigns talked over my head or amongst themselves about their
foundations and all they did, —- I was the poet,  I didn't understand those matters!  And I laughed in
my sleeve. And then they beg when they have got a bazaar or something, whilst I never yet have
begged a penny of theirs —For my mother’s  orphanage I invented the dollshow and the Roumanians gave thousands and thousands, to give pleasure to their queen and help her mother, they sent magnificent things.  Two years after was the great famine here, and I got one mark from an unknown hand in Germany for the poor sufferers in Roumania! — Wasn't it a shame? —- When one thinks of the mountains of money some people dont know what to do with! But oh! dear me!  I should invent entire industries for the poor women on the Rhine and in Roumania!  If I only had six hands and a few millions!  I should know what to do with them all! —- The organization of Segenhaus would be a blessing to the whole surrounding country. Not a chair but is made in the nearest village, or by the blind!You ought to have heard the pretty singing and the pretty speech of the work people at the inauguration of the new house!
They are like happy and grateful children with me and know that I do what I can! —In a time where I was quite at a loss what to do I dreamt such a beautiful dream! I was in an enormous hall, full of benches and empty tables, and rows and rows and rows of girls in white aprons sitting there. And I had my garment gathered in front of me and distributed large pieces of bread to them all and had enough for them all!  Wasnt that a lovely dream? —
I never went begging for my poor country, but for Segenhaus I am not afraid, as every donor may come and enjoy it, and his family after him. And it will be quite international, a haven of rest for all! — And in Roumania nobody can say that I take the money from them, as I took it from my mother’s jewells and besides I have got Roumanians there already, and am going to have more. But some of them dread the winter in the woods. They think it too lonely. The really tired ones never think it too lonely or too silent! I have taken the smallest rooms for myself. My bedroom measures three metres to two and a half and the boudoir is still smaller.
 I reach with my arms from wall to wall, like a ship’s cabin!  -  Nobody can say I live in luxury,my walls are painted and the furniture fifty years old! — Along the walls there are shelves, painted like the walls, full of books, so that it is really like a nest, a divan for sleeping, as I hate beds and the look of them. When I work in the night  it mustn't feel like a bedroom at all, but like a workroom, in which I am reclining, on account of my health. Oh! if  God willonly grant me to accomplish all my plans! I who asked for death so often, now I want to live!

         Elisabeth          Carmen Sylva

 

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« Reply #89 on: October 10, 2005, 01:14:26 PM »



Heres the full pic of Princess Marie with her mother.