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“He sank his fingers into my shoulder like steel claws. His eyes were bursting from their sockets, blood oozed from<br />

his lips. No words can express the horror I felt. This devil who was dying of poison, who had a bullet in his heart,<br />

must have been raised from the dead by the powers of evil. It was the reincarnation of Satan himself who held me<br />

in his clutches and would never let me go till my dying day.” (Felix Yusupov, Lost Splendour)<br />

The Assassin in the<br />

Computing Room<br />

December 2016 marked the centenary<br />

of the violent death of the ‘Mad Monk’<br />

Rasputin. Neither mad, nor a monk other<br />

than by affectation, the Siberian peasant<br />

Grigory Rasputin had risen to be the trusted<br />

confidant of the last Russian Imperial couple<br />

even as Russia tottered through a ruinous<br />

war and into the maw of revolution. Decisive<br />

was not just his powerful personality and<br />

‘magnetic’ eyes, nor the prevailing vogue for<br />

spiritualism, but the Empress Alexandra’s<br />

implicit conviction that Rasputin had<br />

the power to calm the sickly heir to the<br />

throne and actually ease the symptoms of<br />

his haemophilia. Her indebtedness could<br />

not have been explained publicly without<br />

disclosing the frailty of the succession. This<br />

left Rasputin with a growing popular image<br />

as a debauched hell-raiser, and the Empress<br />

sullied by bawdy association, while patriotic<br />

aristocrats, exasperated by Rasputin’s<br />

growing power to meddle with impunity in<br />

affairs of state, blamed him for the paralysis<br />

besetting the Tsar and sought deliverance in<br />

this moment of Russia’s mortal danger.<br />

Rasputin himself had no direct connection<br />

with Oxford, nor even Cambridge, but one of<br />

his potential adversaries – the author of my<br />

opening quotation – was a Univ man. He came<br />

up in 1909 and was a prominent presence<br />

here for three years before returning to<br />

Russia, marrying the Tsar’s niece and becoming<br />

embroiled in the grisly doings alluded to.<br />

When young Mr Elston, or ‘Mr Elkins’, as he<br />

was often known among the College staff,<br />

signed the College Register in 1909 in his<br />

rather shaky Latin, he revealed himself as Felix,<br />

Count Sumarokov-Elston of St Petersburg,<br />

hence scion of probably the richest family<br />

in Russia, soon to inherit the title Prince<br />

14 THE MARTLET | SPRING <strong>2017</strong>

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