Two monarchs Tsar Nicholas II of Russia on the left and King George V of the United Kingdom on the right, looked almost identical because their mothers were sisters and both were grandsons of Queen Victoria...
This remarkable photograph was taken on August 4, 1909, at Barton Manor in Cowes on the Isle of Wight by Debenham & Son.
Their resemblance was no coincidence.
Both men were grandsons of Queen Victoria, while their mothers—Dagmar of Denmark, who became Empress Marie Feodorovna, and Alexandra of Denmark were sisters.
Beyond their family connection, Nicholas and George shared a close personal relationship. They were also rulers of two of Europe's most powerful empires during an increasingly turbulent period.
Nicholas II became Emperor of Russia in 1894.
George V succeeded to the British throne in 1910.
Yet within just a few years, the world around them would change dramatically.
The First World War, revolution and political upheaval would bring down the Russian monarchy.
After the Russian Revolution in 1917, the British government considered offering the Romanov family refuge in Britain. The proposal was ultimately withdrawn, with George V's role in that decision remaining a subject of historical debate.
In July 1918, Nicholas II, his wife Alexandra, their five children and several members of their household were executed by the Bolsheviks.
The two cousins who had once stood together as young monarchs would end up on completely different paths.
One remained King of Britain.
The other became the last Emperor of Russia.
And this photograph preserves a moment when neither man could have known how dramatically the next decade would transform their world.
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@HistorylandHQ While the rest of the Russian population starved, were 75% illiterate, he encouraged pogroms against Jews, shot cats for fun, played tennis with his British royal cousins, and had not a care in the world.
American military police tried to impose a colour bar on an English village in 1943.
The village's three pubs responded by putting up signs reading: BLACK TROOPS ONLY. Bamber Bridge, Lancashire.
Black American soldiers were stationed there and the locals liked them. When the US Army asked the village to segregate its pubs, the publicans complied in the most English way available — by barring the white Americans instead.
On the night of 24 June 1943, white American MPs came to arrest a Black soldier at Ye Olde Hob Inn for a uniform infraction. British civilians and British soldiers in the pub intervened and told them to leave him alone.
It escalated into a night of shooting between Black GIs and American MPs. One Black soldier, William Crossland, was killed.
Dozens were court-martialed. British witnesses testified about the MPs' conduct, and sentences were reduced. The US Army quietly reorganised how MPs were deployed in the area.
An English village looked at American segregation, understood it immediately, and refused to host it.
The pub is still there. The sign is part of local legend.
Жили-были, варили кашу, закрывали на зиму банки.
Как и все, становились старше. На балконе хранили санки,
под кроватью коробки с пылью и звездой с новогодней ёлки.
В общем, в принципе - не тужили. С расстановочкой жили, с толком.
Берегли на особый случай платье бархатное с разрезом,
два флакона духов от гуччи, фетра красного пол-отреза,
шесть красивых хрустальных рюмок и бутылку китайской водки.
А в одной из спортивных сумок надувную хранили лодку.
Время шло, выцветало платье, потихоньку желтели рюмки,
и в коробочке под кроватью угасала звезда от скуки.
Фетр моль потихоньку ела,
лодка сохла и рассыпалась.
И змея, заскучав без дела,
в водке медленно растворялась.
Санки ржавились и рыжели. Испарялся закрытый гуччи.
Жили, были, и постарели, и всё ждали особый случай.
Он пришёл, как всегда, внезапно.
Мыла окна, и поскользнулась.
В тот же день, он упал с инфарктом.
В этот дом они не вернулись.
Две хрустальные рюмки с водкой,
сверху хлеб, по квартире ветер.
Полным ходом идёт уборка,
убираются в доме дети.
На помойку уходят санки,
сумка с лодкой, дырявый фетр.
Платьем, вывернув наизнанку,
протирают за метром метр
подкроватные толщи пыли.
В куче с хламом - духи от гуччи.
Вот для этого жили-были.
Вот такой вот "особый случай".
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It is ironic that as we move into our holiest day of Yom Kippur I am ruminating on the Christian prayer of St. Francis, but it has always spoken to me that it is better to understand than to be understood.
Bless those of you who see us, see our pain, see our love and devotion and love us through it. In the almost 3 years since October 7th it has become abundantly clear that this is only possible for the absolute best of humanity, which, if you are reading this with an open heart, you undoubtedly are.
For my own sanity, I need to pray to accept we will never be understood by most. The only thing that truly matters now is that the land of Israel is safe and secure, the Jewish people live on, and that not a single hostage living or dead remains in Gaza. That tangible reality is far more important than the spiritual support or love of the rest of the world. It has to be.
G'mar Chatimah Tovah, may you all be sealed in the Book of Life.