Famed Russian mystic

Usage examples of rasputin.

I do not know whether Gandhi or Buchman is the nearest equivalent to Rasputin in our time.

Janusz, the Rasputin lookalike outlaw, appeared in a forthright Wanted blurb.

They had taken her hostage to effect their escape from the private apartments of Rasputin himself, but now they no longer had need of her.

We learn all about the Tsar and Rasputin, when the real reason for the Revolution was an irresistible economic and sociological change.

Russia, that Rasputin is holding the camera, that I am the Tsarevich, and that behind the fence Mensheviks and Bolsheviks are tinkering with homemade bombs and plotting the downfall of my autocratic family.

After long hesitation -- the selection was too small to permit me to make up my mind quickly -- I picked out first Rasputin and then Goethe.

To this very day -- and even now that Oskar in his eagerness for learning is gradually plowing his way through the whole hospital library -- I snap my fingers at Schiller and company and fluctuate between Rasputin and Goethe, between the faith healer and the man of the Enlightenment, between the dark spirit who cast a spell on women and the luminous poet prince who was so fond of letting women cast a spell on him.

How dominant was also made evident by the contemporary engravings scattered through the book, showing the bearded Rasputin with the coal-black eyes, surrounded by ladies wearing black stockings and nothing else.

Peterburg would never have given their little father Rasputin poisoned cake, though they would have given him anything else he wanted.

Twelve pages of Rasputin produced results that they had hardly expected in mid-afternoon but were perfectly glad to accept.

Rasputin, for only too soon it became clear to me that in this world of ours every Rasputin has his Goethe, that every Rasputin draws a Goethe or if you prefer every Goethe a Rasputin in his wake, or even makes one if need be, in order to be able to condemn him later on.

As they chewed, the conversation would come back to Rasputin, but now things appeared to them in their proper perspective, and once glutted with cake, they were even able to deplore, in all sincerity, the abysmal corruption of court life under the tsars.

Goethe and Rasputin, that even with the best of intentions I could have found no time for ring-around-a-rosy or post office.

Conscientious but morose, I went about my studies, strode dismally through the rectilinear suburban streets to the Kleinhammer-Weg, visited Gretchen Scheffler, who told me about Strength through Joy trips to the land of the midnight sun, while I went right on comparing Goethe with Rasputin or, when I had enough of the cyclic and endless alternation of dark and radiant, took refuge in historical studies.

One night after I had been filling her left hand for weeks, I quite spontaneously -- for there was no chance to consult Goethe or Rasputin first -- spilled the rest of a package of raspberry powder into the hollow of her navel, and spat on it before she could protest.