If you have read Walther's father you will understand what made Walther's mother what she become, but that shouldn't have been an excuse to prey, out of her frustration, on her children.
Excerpt from the book under work:
“The Life of Walther Alexander”
Walther’s mother, Natalya, had lived all her life under the strict rules imposed to the upper-class heiresses of name and goods.
Never allowed to have her own will or deciding anything they were expected to continue with traditions and rituals handed down by the family’s older women.
Natalya was supposed to cope with life by having piano and embroidery lessons, but wasn’t taught anything about how to handle life itself beyond the “protective” walls of the house but to be a good and obedient wife and a stern mother so the heirs would have the proper upbringing.
To inculcate all of the above, a woman they had told was their mother gave to her and her sister’s corporal punishment with the zeal of an Inquisitor looking for non-existent sins.
The girls were raised to breed and carry on the lineage as they were supposed to. They were treated like thoroughbred horses but without the loving care.
Natalya’s father, a powerful Merchant with one foot in aristocratic Russia and the other in aristocratic Italy, that from time to time had the pleasure to sit in winter in front of the fire place surrounded by his daughters, got himself murdered for gold said some, for politics said others, by rivals was suspected too, leaving a fortune, but his daughters to the whims of widows and old spinsters with a twisted view of how the world should be.
Money and foreign lineage was an exotic choice to mix fading fortunes attached to a purebred Junker aristocracy, and Natalya, being from the Romanov family was a polishing factor for an illustrious Dresden family too far away from Deuchland’s Kulturell Mittelpunkt und Hoechst Gesellschaft, but that could brag of having the Sächsische Staatoper were many divas had left their high C’s tingling in many souls.
Natalya’s life wasn’t a romantic fulfillment, Erich had but little time for domestics, he was a soldier, and it came with many obligations that relegated family to a lower shelf.
To her, the marriage, was of convenience to her family and to hers husband, no one asked her and was brutally taken (in a civilized manner) from the comfort of her sister and thrown in a cold (hostile?) world that she didn’t understand, didn’t wish to be part of, and where she hadn’t no where to lean.
So, his wife, carrying the unloving baggage of brutal discipline growing up, had a pay back in mind, which the cadaver discipline of her new household ran parallel to her experienced since she could say outch! When physically punished for things she had done wrong or thought she would.
Her children, twin boys first, and then a boy and last a girl where to be the pincushions to her emotional frustrations, hard disciplined as she was with an absent maternal love because she didn’t know how, but with a great fault there, she enjoyed causing pain, she would go hysterically berserk when punishing.
Her children were so afraid of her that nightmares were the only “dreams” they had, until the day when the balloon of fear was inflated to the ultimate limit and suddenly it soundlessly exploded and fear was no more.
In the heart of her children, hate took fear’s place.
Life would turn, for Natalya, and for everybody, to the worst.
A new era had sweep over the Fatherland and those that were last had become first, and Valhalla would open its doors as Dante’s Inferno did.
Dresden Sächsische Staatoper got a new revival with full houses performances,
invitations were received and declining the request wasn’t an option.
All of a sudden Wagner became a must with his Götterdämmerung, Die Walküre and Der Fürer’s favorite, Siegfried.
To a young woman that had enjoyed Tchaikovsky’s Voyevoda and Rachmaninoff’s Aleko at the Bolshoi Theatre, Wagner sounded to her like drunk and boisterous Bolsheviks coming to town.
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Reviewed by Peter Schlosser
11/10/2009
There was actually a fair amount of German-Russian exchange between the wars both culturally and militarily. It's quite sad to see how heads of state (influenced and financed by Western bankers, of course) can turn two great peoples against one another. Very interesting excerpt of pre-war German life. Look forward to reading more.
this is an emotionally impacted & revealing story
emotions raging onto others her innocent children
needing love & tenderness in guidance of Mother's love
her diversion & misdirection from her own misery casting out elsewhere...to feel better
it is very sad she was unable to love herself with the tenderness she herself needed...everyone suffers
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