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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365830" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rasputin</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Tsarevitch lay moaning, <br>He was dying in his bed, <br>The bleeding wouldn't stop, <br>It turned the little fellow's head, <br>When somewhere through the darkness<br>Where a peasant dared not roam, <br>A bearded monk came lumbering in<br>And headed for the throne! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He had some mystic power, this monk, <br>Worked miracles, somehow, <br>And Alexandra wept to see<br>Her son, so peaceful now, <br>The Tsar was more than overwhelmed, <br>Invited him to court, <br>This Grigori Yefimovich, <br>The healer they had sought! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each time the haemophilia<br>Brought young Alexis low, <br>Rasputin, by his bedside<br>Would appear to stem the flow, <br>They saw him as a holy man, <br>The women, hypnotised, <br>They met with him in secret, <br>Raised their skirts, and spread their thighs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He revelled in the scandals<br>And he bragged of them in court, <br>And even Alexandra<br>Was the subject of his sport, <br>The Tsar went off to fight the war<br>And left them all behind, <br>Rasputin with his mistresses; <br>They say that love is blind! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The nobles, they all hated him<br>His fame, and loving arts, <br>They needed to be rid of him, <br>Black murder in their hearts, <br>Prince Yusupov invited him<br>To visit at his home, <br>Then fed him poisoned cakes and wine, <br>And left him there alone! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The poison didn't seem to take, <br>The monk was quite immune, <br>The plotters there had panicked<br>When they came back in the room, <br>The prince took his revolver<br>And he aimed it at his heart, <br>Rasputin fell back dead - or so they thought; <br>It was a start! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He lay across the table as<br>The wine spilt on the floor, <br>Prince Yusupov bent over him, <br>He didn't seem to stir; <br>But then Rasputin lunged at him<br>And grabbed him by the throat, <br>And Yusupov cried out: ‘Will no-one<br>Free me from this oaf? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rasputin staggered to the door, <br>Another shot rang out, <br>Purishkevich had waited<br>‘Til he heard the prince's shout, <br>They rolled him in a sheet, and then<br>They heard Rasputin groan, <br>As they dropped him through the ice<br>Into the Neva, where he drowned! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was buried at the palace<br>On the orders of the Tsar, <br>But the revolution came, <br>And saw Rasputin disinterred, <br>When they tried to burn the body<br>They were shocked to see him writhe, <br>Try to sit up in the flames…<br>As if Rasputin was alive! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">21 May 2012</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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He was dying in his bed, 
The bleeding wouldn't stop, 
It turned the little fellow's head, 
When somewhere through the darkness
Where a peasant dared not roam, 
A bearded monk came lumbering in
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