rasputin was a creature of infinite wonder and a life of irony.
born a middle child; raised an only child because of two deaths at the river.
he identified thieves!
he went to the monestary as a penance for theft.

oh, he was holy and he was hypnotizing and he was healing and he was heard of.
healing Tsarevich Alexei's bloody little body.
what a miracle! they said! get him in the government!

one day a big war came, and his time had come.
they laced his cakes with cyanide; he did not die!
they shot him in the back; he did not die!
they beat him mercilessly; he did not die!
they shot him four more times; he did not die!
they threw him in the icy river; he did die.

of nothing else but drowning.

there were claw marks on the ice!