“In the distant light, so beloved by Grand Duchess Elena, since those ancient years when she first came to this tower, sat the regent of the Kingdom of Moscow, as it has now become customary to call these lands. There was something restless in the heart of the all-powerful mistress of harsh Rus'. It seemed that today she ate in half a bite and drank in half a gulp, and some kind of heaviness in her lower abdomen went straight to her soul. Memories of myself, of childhood, of those distant years of serene youth came flooding back. However, she found the strength to call a servant..."