Adult Life
Tatiana and Prince Konstantin Bagration-Mukhransky (2 March 1889 – 19 May 1915) had two children: Prince Teymuraz Konstantinovich Bagration-Mukhransky (12 August 1912 Pavlovsk - 10 April 1992 New York City); and Princess Natalia Konstantinovna Bagration-Mukhransky (6 April 1914 Crimea - 26 August 1984 London), who married Sir Charles Hepburn-Johnston GCMG and, as Lady Johnston, accompanied him on his many diplomatic postings overseas when not living in London.
After the outbreak of World War I, Konstantin enlisted in Russia’s armed forces, and was killed in action in 1915. Her brother Oleg was wounded in action, and subsequently died on 29 September 1914 at Vitebsk Hospital in Vilno. Three other brothers, Ioann, Konstantin and Igor, were murdered by Bolsheviks in 1918.
Tatiana Konstantinovna is reported to have become especially close to her uncle, Grand Duke Dmitri Konstantinovich during her widowhood. After the February Revolution, she stayed with him in his palace, where she fell in love with his aide-de-camp, Alexander Korochenzov (17 August 1877 – 6 February 1922). Urged by her uncle, she left Russia with Korochenzov and her young children. They were fortunate enough to escape, as Dmitri Konstantinovich was executed in St. Petersburg in January 1919.
Tatiana Konstantinovna and Korochenzov at first fled to Romania and later to Switzerland. In November 1921, they married in Geneva. Not quite three years later, however, Tatiana became a widow for the second time when Alexander died in Lausanne. Tatiana raised her children alone, and, after both were grown and married, she took the veil. She died as Mother Tamara (named so after the medieval Georgian queen Tamar, a remote ancestor of Tatiana’s first husband), Abbess of the Mount of Olives Convent on 28 August 1979 in Jerusalem.
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