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Re: The Yusupov Palace on Moika, St.Petersbourg
« Reply #45 on: February 10, 2005, 05:31:14 PM »
I'll do my best, but it will probably be necessary to wait until one of us is in St Petersburg  before I can obtain them.  

I imagine the floor plans will be rather vast - they will be the architectural plans, but I will ask if there are others which can be made available.

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« Reply #46 on: February 10, 2005, 07:00:45 PM »
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I'll do my best, but it will probably be necessary to wait until one of us is in St Petersburg  before I can obtain them.  

I imagine the floor plans will be rather vast - they will be the architectural plans, but I will ask if there are others which can be made available.

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hey -- if architectural plans is all she has and she's willing to share.....i'd be doing some sort of 'happy-dance' for the next year or two.   anything would be wonderful.    and much, MUCH appreciated!
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Re: The Yusupov Palace on Moika, St.Petersbourg
« Reply #47 on: March 19, 2005, 08:34:38 PM »
Are Felix's apartments on the left side in this picture??  Could anyone point out the location of the basement murder room??  I can hardly wait for the floorplan as I have no idea where anything is.
Any help would be much appreciated.      ..Arleen

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Re: The Yusupov Palace on Moika, St.Petersbourg
« Reply #48 on: March 20, 2005, 08:44:34 AM »
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Are Felix's apartments on the left side in this picture??  Could anyone point out the location of the basement murder room??  I can hardly wait for the floorplan as I have no idea where anything is.
Any help would be much appreciated.      ..Arleen


okay, here goes:

this is the placement, as far as i can determine --
on the ground-floor level (street level) of the left side, do you see that big blank space?   well, at one point in time (actually, it seems to come & go & come &...) there was another entry located there.    
i believe this was the "new private entrance" Feliks had built during his renovations for himself & Irina.

***NOTE: see bottom of post re: the following plan


as for the "basement murder room",

if memory serves, Feliks mentioned that the eye-level windows looked out onto the Moika canal (i could be mistaken about this.....i know he said his father's rooms also looked out onto the Moika).   but if that is the case (facing the Moika), the room would pretty-much have to be reached via one of these:


one of the cellar tunnels, as well as the infamous staircase w/ the door -- midway between the entrsol & the cellar -- that opened onto the equally infamous courtyard.    for that to be the case, one of the "decorative" tunnels would have to be part of the journey from Feliks' apartments & the "murder room".    

this:


is the main (rear) courtyard Feliks was referring to when he described Rasputin attempted "escape".

(from above):
NOTE:  the plan i posted at the top of this page is my rather feeble attempt at the ground floor of the palace.    the only parts of it that i'm relatively sure i got correct are the central hall, & the placement of the rooms on either side & the main staircase.
   i started by trying to figure-out the sequence of rooms  by using the various descriptions available (ie: LOST SPLENDOUR & the sequence the guidebooks use to describe & illustrate the rooms.    however, having never visited the actual building, i keept getting completely turned around & confused....(i suspect the guidebooks skip-around somewhat -- but that may just be my frustration talking!).    in any case, here is the very crude plan of the 1st floor i began with (btw, when i refer to the "1st floor", i'm speaking of the european "1st floor"; which is the "2nd floor" here in america):


ALSO, THE PLAN AT THE TOP OF THIS PAGE IS NOT, BY ANY STRETCH OF THE IMAGINATION, ACCURATE!!!   as i stated previously, the only parts that even come close to being right, are the central hall & staircase....and, possibly, the courtyard wall & gates.     IF YOU HAVE VISITED THE PALACE & CAN RECALL ANY OF THE CONFIGURATIONS, SEQUENCE OR PLACEMENT, I WELCOME ANY AND ALL INFO THAT MAY HELP ME CORRECT THE MANY BLANK AREAS & OTHER ERRORS RE: THE GROUND FLOOR PLAN!

thanks.   :)
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Re: The Yusupov Palace on Moika, St.Petersbourg
« Reply #49 on: March 20, 2005, 10:31:45 AM »
Brian, you are so WONDERFUL!!  Thank you for all of this info, it is just what I need.  I've really become interested in the DETAILS of
Felix's palace after reading Greg Kings book about him for the 3rd time recently. (I love the book!) and i find myself sitting around visualizing. or trying to, just where everything was and what it looked like thanks to the lovely pictures posted on this thread (and others).  But I never could figure out where the murder room was, and the winding staircase, and the courtyard.....the palace faces the Moika Canal and across from it was the police station that heard gunshots....etc.  This diagram of Felix and Irina's rooms has helped, plus the pictures are so great!!  Arn't those tunnels the most wonderful looking things??  How I would love to get lost in the Palace for about 24 hours and be able to wander everywhere.      ..Arleen

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Re: The Yusupov Palace on Moika, St.Petersbourg
« Reply #50 on: April 04, 2005, 11:04:00 AM »
Hi guys,

Even though I haven't been able to view the plans posted above (PC - dunno what's wrong with it)....

Have seen a book on palaces in St Petersburg, which does have an actual floorplan of the principal level (1st floor)....

Can't remember the title of the book, however will be able to get title this week some time and will post it for u guys if u like......

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Re: The Yusupov Palace on Moika, St.Petersbourg
« Reply #51 on: April 04, 2005, 02:30:40 PM »
Hi,

I have copies of the scene of crimes photographs - Felix's entrance was at the side of the Palace - where the children's playgound is now.  It is hard to visualise as there were 6' foot high railings along the front of the yard, which is now the playground.  The railings come up to the height of the windows.

the windows in the basement room are tiny, above head height.

Closest to the Palace in the yard were a set of gates, then a length of railings and then the main gate with the gate keepers hut.

When you read the files from GARF and compare with the photographs you can fit the pieces together.

Although I know the passages these do not feature in ingress, egress from the palace at the time of R's murder.  But the pictures are great.

When the appropriate permissions arrive I will post the pics, you can see where the investigators have marked the blood patterns

Hope this helps

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Re: The Yusupov Palace on Moika, St.Petersbourg
« Reply #52 on: April 05, 2005, 02:57:58 PM »
I can hardly wait Richard!
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Re: The Yusupov Palace on Moika, St.Petersbourg
« Reply #53 on: April 05, 2005, 05:38:22 PM »
Richard, I cant wait to hear what you have learned about Rasputin's murder. And the use of the Palace.Hope you have info on who was there.

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Re: The Yusupov Palace on Moika, St.Petersbourg
« Reply #54 on: April 20, 2005, 06:46:01 PM »
Hi everyone I was trying to a find a picture when I ran into a photo of the Yussupov's bathroom. SInce its from the palace in Saint Petersburg, I'm assuming the site was taking about the moika palace but I could be wrong.

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Re: The Yusupov Palace on Moika, St.Petersbourg
« Reply #56 on: April 20, 2005, 08:19:46 PM »


Splendid photos. What a world of haves and have nots. How clever Rasputin must have been to slip into it. Almost as clever as the Yussupovs for building up their vast fortunes generation after generation as the empire soon grew to cover 1/6th of the globe. In the end, a young prince proved to be too clever for a weary one.

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A ragged-looking fellow found himself in an odd predicament as he emerged from a dark doorway. Tall, coatless and wearing a tunic smeared in blood, a Siberian holy man stumbled out into the cold December night. He was drunk. But that was the least of his problems.
Moments ago in the palace behind him, Father Rasputin was left for dead. Now standing in a courtyard dusted with snow, he smiled as the harsh air burned his lungs. He was thankful to be alive.
“Bastards,” escaped from his wine-stained lips.
Prince Felix Yussupov was one of the bastards Rasputin was referring too. Strange yet beautiful, the young prince was thought to be under Rasputin’s spell. Apparently, the spell had been broken. The good prince was the one who was responsible for the blood presently dripping down his back.
How could he be so foolish to trust Felix? Worse turn his back to him. The priest was smarter than this. Wasn’t he? He knew the answer. All his life he had let his penis do a majority of his thinking. The priest came here in hopes to bed a princess.
Felix’s wife was well-chosen bait. Princess Irina was one of the most desirable women throughout the Russian empire. To add her to his list of accomplishments was to tempting of a feat. So, he went along with Felix’s plan. He could still hear the prince warn him that the princess was nervous. She was terrified of scandal. So Rasputin allowed Felix to orchestrate this secret gathering.
Three hours ago, the prince masquerading as a chauffeur picked him up from his apartment and drove him here. When Rasputin arrived he was escorted downstairs and told Princess Irina would be down in a moment. In the meantime, the prince played his guitar and sang sad gypsy songs while he drank.
Into his second bottle, the Siberian complained what was taking Irina so long as he moved across the room to fetch another bottle of wine. Just then, the music stopped. The last thing he remembered was a sharp pain followed by a loud noise echoing throughout his head. As Felix stood over him, the prince revealed his twisted plot.
It nearly worked too. Involving Irina was the masterstroke. Hell, he found out later that the princess was not even in the capital. Felix had even lied about that. The first of many lies spewed this evening. Rasputin’s friends had attempted to warn him about the prince but he foolishly had brushed them away. The young prince was getting bold.
Suddenly, what sounded like a woman’s high-pitched scream pierced the night as it tore him back to severity of the moment. The scream came from Prince Felix. He should have killed the prince when he had the chance. Too much was at risk.
Hopelessly, Father Rasputin traced his eyes back along his snowy tracks. A savage voice that sprung from within him screamed, “Noooo!” He needed to flee death just one last time. The priest had three days to save the Romanov regime from a bloody civil war. Members in the imperial family were preparing to strike at the current tsar. His prophecy could not come true.
Then, the door that he would use for his escape opened. With it, a tidal wave of bright, brilliant light bathed the courtyard.
“I am not yet ready to die,” he cried to the wind.
A barrel-shaped man waving a revolver emerged from the blinding light. He waddled into the open courtyard. As he stopped, he aimed his piece and fired two shots into the night, but they both missed. He could not see a thing through his steamed up glasses.
Father Rasputin finally reached his objective. The courtyard’s waist high gate. The cold metal felt wonderful within his grasp.
At that moment, a dark figure emerged from the doorway. Dmitri, a tall and dashing officer of His Majesty’s Horse Guards and member of the royal family, mechanically removed his Browning service revolver from its holster and smartly aimed the weapon.
“Felix, Felix,” shouted Rasputin with all his remaining strength, “I will tell it all to the empress!”
The fiery orange flash from Dmitri’s revolver answered his cry and quickly found its target.
The bullet’s sheer force turned him completely around. Now, facing the lighted palace, the soiled saint began to pray out loud. The blood-soaked snow became his altar. Kneeling before his God, he begged for forgiveness. The cold, soothing snow blanketed his brown, tangled beard. His famous stony eyes glared toward the illuminated doorway that once represented his artery of freedom. “Why now?”
The Siberian could not believe it had come to this. He had endured far too much to be struck down like a wild beast. The wicked force that spun him stole more than his freedom. Perfectly landed, the fourth shot of the night sealed his fate.
The courtyard grew quiet.
The pale palace radiated. There stood the beaming Prince Felix. He looked almost godly as he emerged from the darkness. Blond, bold, and beautiful, the decadent prince was dressed to kill. Wearing his cadet uniform of the Imperial Corps of Pages with high Pershing collar and white leather belt, his costume was complete—except that the friend he had betrayed had torn off one of his shoulder epaulettes.
Moments earlier, Rasputin had told Felix he was unworthy to wear a Russian uniform. Somehow, the prince knew it to be true. When Felix returned to the basement to check on Raputin and he found him slowly moving up the steps.
After a brief confrontation, the Siberian was chocking the life out of the prince when he felt a moment of mercy. He tore off one of Felix’s epaulettes as he pushed him down the stairs. All the while, telling the prince he was not worth it.
But that was ten minutes ago.
Strolling across the field, Felix’s took a deep breath. He was too pretty to be a man. It was time for his grand performance.
A senator, a duke, and a prince crossed the snow-covered courtyard. Their evening’s murderous business was nearly complete.
“Tell me, my clairvoyant friend,” Felix said to Rasputin, entertaining his conspirators, “how could you not foresee all this?”
The priest had no answer to their hate. He had been wise to mail his letter.
“Lord,” the holy man prayed, “I am in your hands now. Do with me what you wish.”
The three of them circled the fallen one like birds of prey.
“Patience good father,” Felix boasted. “You will see him soon enough.”
With fresh gypsy ballads sung earlier by Felix still ringing softly through his head, Rasputin looked toward the irongate. He was so close. “Why?” he asked.
Dmitri yelled, “Scum, you know perfectly well why!”
But the priest didn’t.
“Surely you must know?” said the third man, Senator Purishkevich. He was all out of breath.
“Did you think no one was watching?” Dmitri asked.
“Watching?”
“Yes—watching! Watching you taint Her Majesty with your filthiness. I despise everything you represent.”
“An affair?” Rasputin managed. “Me … and the empress?”
“Yes,” Duke Dmitri replied, “and you dare call yourself a man of God.”
Felix hissed, “I think not.”
“What?” Rasputin laughed, “Me and the empress?” Poor Dmitri, he thought as he looked into his sad dark eyes. You’re being tricked too. He began to grow faint.
“Our Siberian friend has been indulging himself too much in drink these days,” the senator laughed. “No use denying it. We already know what you have done.”
“Senator,” the priest said, gasping for breath, “who made you judge and jury?”
“Hush now,” Felix said with an actor’s flamboyant flair, “it is only I, Grigory Efimovich, I have come for you.” Felix raised Dmitri’s revolver. “Your influence over the House of Romanov has ended.”
“That’s what you think Felix,” the clairvoyant said with a bloody smile, looking at the duke. “Poor Russia. What has it ever done to deserve this?”
“What?” the duke asked.
“Now do what you must,” the believer said, closing his eyes.
With a pull of a trigger and a flash of orange light, Felix sealed his and Russia’s destinies. The shot rang throughout the frozen embankment’s grounds. It echoed throughout the tranquil banks of the Moika and nearby Neva rivers, bouncing off the high bastions of an ancient fortress.
Felix attempted to control his trembling hand. In his mind, he compared the incident to putting down one of his hounds. It was only a dog’s death, the prince told himself. Nothing more. Rasputin deserved it, didn’t he? He had threatened to tell Dmitri of their little secret. Now, he would reveal nothing.
“Well done, Felix,” spoke the senator as he spit on the peasant.
Dmitri just stood there. It was finally done, but it did not seem real. Not yet. As if it were some play, he was waiting for the actor to get up. Serenely, Felix handed him back his revolver.
“Now,” with a long pause, the politician looked down at the Siberian’s corpse. “We have some work to do.”
“Mission completed,” the prince said. “The only thing that remains is to take out the trash. Grab a leg.”
Many miles away in a peaceful village named Moghilev another man wandered through the frosty night.

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Re: The Yusupov Palace on Moika, St.Petersbourg
« Reply #57 on: April 20, 2005, 09:34:10 PM »
Thank you for the wonderful pictures. What a beautiful place.
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« Reply #58 on: April 29, 2005, 03:44:37 PM »
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Hi everyone I was trying to a find a picture when I ran into a photo of the Yussupov's bathroom. SInce its from the palace in Saint Petersburg, I'm assuming the site was taking about the moika palace but I could be wrong.

Check it out how would you like to take a bath in there.
http://www.scottherrick.com/europhotos/russia/stpete/palace1.jpg




that's not the bathroom....that's the room in the apartments of Feliks Senior, that the younger Feliks describes in LOST SPLENDOUR.   it's the room in which he played the "satrap" wearing his mother's jewels, with the "slave" laying prone before him, etc.    

re: the room -- that's not a bathtub.   it's a fountain.     many people seem to make the same mistake though.  ;)
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« Reply #59 on: April 29, 2005, 05:12:29 PM »
I think there are more in the book (The tercentennary of St. Petersburg...& I'll post some more tomorrow & try to find out where the originals are from.  :))!