The empress killed by a needle! September 10, 1898!

The twenty-three-year-old Emperor Franz Joseph of Austria had taken the hand of a beautiful girl. She was a beautiful and shy sixteen-year-old whose name was Elizabeth, but everyone loved to hear the romantic name 'Sissy'. She was born as a princess and took refuge in an unknown royal hand. The crown prince of a great empire, second only to Russia, the emperor of France was so fascinated by the beauty of his new empress that in order to display the glory of that pride, she took eight white horses and paraded her from Munich, Germany, to Vienna in a glass carriage.
Thus, the strange lovers who got married in 1854, had three children in four years and got to know each other in the time of love and affection that had passed.
After the children, Sissy became more sober. If the single brown surface up to the ankles is good, then draw a 20 kanal (in some documents it reads 19.5) on that picture. On top of that, look at the beautiful delicate plant and remember the unseen face of the beautiful Sissy. On top of all that, if you look at the beautiful clothes of an empress, dress, perfume and embroideries, embroideries with carvings, you will create one of the most beautiful empresses in the history of Europe. We call Sissy in love with such a beautiful woman.
Sisi's downfall was the image itself. She, who was constantly inquiring about it, was worried about it. Hours of one hour three times a day were reserved for cutting hair. A bunch of maids attached to it. And then the clothes. Coatings. is beautiful. There is no one who does not say this and that. The image is sad. The image has taken life. The image is absorbed and drunk.
She didn't eat. She fell in love with the delicate Igati and did not eat it. She took a liquid boiling broth as her lifeblood and ate an orange when she could not tolerate the desire. Apart from that, a separate herd of cows had to travel with her wherever she went, for raw cow's milk, which was the only food she depended on. Life has become not only sad but also one. She was in a mental depression, a victim of a severe imbalance that felt certain that she would collapse at any moment, swaying and shaking and barely dragging her life.
On the heart note born of such a mental anguish, the Adona of a mother who was devastated by the news of her son's killing was the melody of the Yuga hymn gone wrong! In 1889, the crown prince was mysteriously murdered while with his girlfriend. The eldest son was no longer alive. Mom collapsed. Thinking of leaving everything behind, she left the palace. She walked all over the world and thought that her sorrows were over, she walked to all the known ports of Europe. On a terrifying trip to North Africa, she accepted the protection of an empress. Resting in the comfort of a friend or a group, she became a guest with a name she picked up among the empress's name Elizabeth during her travels and dressed up as a stranger. In the same way, she had joined the fateful last journey.
Sisi was on her way to Geneva, Switzerland. Luigi Lucheni of the anti-government international gang had arrived in Geneva with the usual luxury, not knowing that he was waiting for her. The anti-state gang, which had killed a Russian Tsar, an Italian King, two Spanish princes, two French and American presidents, needs another victim. Better to kill the emperor. But there is no big difference in being a queen. The message will be populated. The ruling class will be destroyed!!
It was the tenth of September 1898. The old Sundaraviya, who knew nothing, was on the way. It is thirty-five minutes past one. Not knowing that the murderer was waiting with the deadly weapon made by sticking a needle four inches long into a tree, she came to board the steamboat bound for Montreux. On the edge of the Geneva bridge, the twenty-five-year-old king-destroyer threw a single blow with a twisted handle with a needle between his fingers on Queen Sukolama's bed and jumped off the bridge and disappeared.
Sissi felt that an unpleasant visitor hit her chest with a knife and sat down on the road for a while in pain. After getting up with the help of her friend, she slowly but steadily got on the smoke boat which was about a hundred meters away. The boat left. The handmaiden looked at her queen friend who was in discomfort and asked, 'Does it hurt?' When asked, the empress of the Austro-Hungarian empire, who replied with a slight smile, must have sighed looking at the vast gulf, leaning against the dock. In a moment she fell unconscious.
A woman has fallen on the dock. A few people helped. 'Severe sun! Why are you in the sun?' Complaint Whisper. 'Dizziness in the morning. Pour some water' is the advice of some. They did not know that one of them was their queen. The friend screamed as hard as she could. She squealed at the snoring of the steamboat. Datto was afraid that it was the queen who had fallen. Immediately the boat turned. Six people carried the queen to the hotel room.
When they found the bed there, the royal robes of the lifeless Queen Elizabeth were cut off and there was nothing suspicious except for one small red dot on the cloak that covered her bosom. The emperor's own permission after certifying the death precisely obtained from two doctors

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