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Having Fun! / Re: Romanov story
« on: March 01, 2018, 02:25:29 PM »
I'm sorry for not updating in a while... My grandfather passed away and it had been very complicated. I hope you enjoy this chapter

I opened my eyes in the middle of the night, frightened. Something woke me up and I couldn't identify what was it. I tried to distinguish anything in the darkness, but I was unsuccessful. I could hear Maria snoring and Dmitri breathing calmly. Outside the cave I heard an owl. A few minutes passed by and nothing strange happened. When I was decided to go back to sleep, a voice outside said:
-They are all there. In the morning we will kill them.
I was paralyzed. I feared my heart would get out of my chest. Someone touched my arm several times. I couldn't avoid screaming.
-What happened? -asked Dmitri worried- a nightmare again?
-I woke up and heard a voice saying “they're all there. In the morning we will kill them”.
-Are you sure it's not a nightmare?
-I am.
He woke Ivan, and told him what had happened. They decided it was convenient to go check outside.
-We can not leave three women alone here- said Ivan.
-You are totally right. Maybe you could take Maria with you and I'll stay here with the rest.
They woke her up and told my sister what was going on. Ivan and Maria were careful to not wake Olga when they left.
Dmitri had prepared another fire with some small logs. He sat down next to me and looked me in the eyes. He kept staring at me thinking in only God knows what. After a few minutes he said:
-Do you want to know what surprise I was preparing for when we arrive to Chusovoy?
-If it's a surprise, why would you ruin it telling me?
-Because the evil is still surrounding us, and I was always told to fight the evil with good actions.
-Then I'm willing to know.
He searched something in the pocket of his jacket. He opened his hand and showed me a big diamond. Probably it was the biggest I've ever seen. Even if my sisters and I had jewels hidden in our corsets, that diamond was far more valuable.
-With this I was hoping to buy food, a boat, some clothing and a wedding ring.
Almost everything he said made sense. My heart skipped a beat. Why a wedding ring? Was he engaged to someone and I didn't know?
-I was hoping to ask… -he paused- Maybe you think it's too fast or too precipitated, but we were apart four years. I rescued you from that bloody cellar room, and you were alive. During the years I spent at the front seeing how my friends died one by one, knowing I was fighting to keep you, and your family safe were my only solace. I dedicated you more thoughts than I did to my own mother and sisters… And I’d be incredibly happy if you accept what I'm going to ask: Tatiana Nikolaevna, would you be my wife?
His face was full of nervousness, and I could swear he was struggling to not get emotional. When I was growing up I never thought under these circumstances I would be asked to marry someone. I never imagined Papa was not going to give his blessings, because he was going to be dead by the time it’d happen. Marriage was something I never desired fervently. But there I was, I had this wonderful man in front of me asking me to spend life together. How could I say no to him?
-I would, yes. -and I fell into his arms.

Having Fun! / Re: Romanov story
« on: February 09, 2018, 07:38:46 AM »
The Czech legion as Ann mentions did wear Russian Khaki, KUK grey and some civilian. For identification they wore a white/Red ribbon in their caps. They also had a sleeve patch. The White Siberians used a White over green patch from July 1918. The White forces in Siberia used a White over green flag. The RKKA Workers and Peasants Red Army some units had a red star in their caps worn point down in 1918. and point up afterwards. They also wore a red diagonal band in their caps for the people who could get red stars of which there were more than a few in 1918.

Russia after March 1917 became a arms and ammo depot without a government. There were plenty to go round so lets have Tatania getting shot in the leg. Olga bandages her up and the whole party grabs some stuff quickly and runs for it because there are people after them. Dmitri might want to give his rifle, haversack and bread bag to Maria so he can carry Tatania. The party goes a few versts and stops for a quick break. Ivan has the others slip into the woods while he continues on the trail for about half a verst dropping a bloody bandage then he walks backwards a few hundred meters gets off the trail and backtracks an meets up with the rest.
 A verst is about a kilometer.

The book "Woodcraft" by EH Kreps written in 1919 is on both the Guttenberg press and for those who want to know about building a log cabin, fire starting ect.

In the Russian Civil war the country was big the armies were small and there were large areas of the front that were thinly held so slipping past the reds would be no problem. In meeting the Czechs OTM spoke Russian, French and English and I believe Maria did start learning some german in 1917-18. The Czechs did know some german and learned Russian. it should be pointed  out in the Austro-Hungarian Empire something like 14 languages were spoken. Add to this in at least one regiment the main language used was English. The officers learned it in school the enlisted men learn it because they planned on emigrating to a English speaking country. After having problems trying to communicate with the Czechs in Russian or German. OTM says something in English and a Czech soldier would had lived in the US replys in New York City American English.

All this sounds very nice, but I already wrote this part last year. I don't understand why you're saying "In meeting the Czechs, OTM (...)". What makes you think they'll meet the Czechs? Also, what makes you think Dmitri and Ivan are fully equipped. You don't know yet how they managed to rescue them being outnumbered by the Bolsheviks in the Ipatiev house. It's funny also how you say "let's have Tatiana getting shot in the leg and Olga bandages her up", you're talking like if you could control what I write, as if you were doing a dictation and I was the one copying. Let it be clear I value feedback, but I think this way you have of expressing it it's... Strange.

Having Fun! / Re: Romanov story
« on: February 07, 2018, 09:12:40 AM »
A good chapter, with nice Tatiana/Dimitri scenes.

Thank you!

Having Fun! / Re: Romanov story
« on: February 06, 2018, 06:16:48 PM »
Another chapter. A surprise is about to come for Tatiana...

I was awoken by continuous soft moves; like if I was riding a horse. To my surprise, I actually was. Dmitri had me tied up to his back, and we marched while the others walked. I thanked his smart decision, because the leg still hurt.
-Where are we going?
-Chusovaya river. I hope we are closer now. It's a really beautiful place. Besides, we will go down the river until we get to the Kama. Then we will go down the Volga to get out of the country. Also I have a surprise for you once we arrive to a town.
-Yes, really- he smiled looking back.
We rode for a few hours until we finally distinguished a shiny thing moving in between the pines. It was the Chusovaya river. Dmitri was right, it was such a beautiful place. The birds were chirping, and as drew closer, we could hear the sound of the water flow. It was very relaxing.
-Finally some decent water to drink -commented Maria.
She made a good point.
-Now we'll have to look for a good spot to sleep- suggested Ivan- this shore is too rocky to walk at night, besides- he observed the grey clouds above us- it won’t take much for it to rain.
That was what the others did, while I sat with Dmitri’s help on a rock. But not much time went by, and it started pouring.
-Just what we needed- I heard Olga complaining a few meters away from me.
-If my memory doesn't fail, I think around here there's a cave in which we could stay -said Ivan, who was born and raised in the area.
-What if there's a bear inside?- asked Maria.
Dmitri covered my head with his jacket, held me in his arms, following the rest. Just like Ivan said earlier there was a cave not far. Before getting inside, the men checked for bears, but thank God, it was empty. We were drenched, and we sat next to the small fire Dmitri prepared. .
We didn't have much food left: all we had was a small piece of bread. Ivan didn't eat and gave his part to Maria; Olga only drank tea and Dmitri wanted to give me his portion
-No, you should eat too -I implied.
-I’m not wounded, you are. So eat my bread -he smiled.
-I don't want to. Eat your bread. I'll eat mine, there's no reason why I should have your part too.
-You’re very thin, you're wounded and we still have a long and tiring trip ahead. Eat.
-Fine, only if you have one big bite.
He did as I said, and we drank tea from the same cup. After eating, the rest remained silent, looking how the fire was almost getting extinguished.
-I’m going to check if it’s still raining outside- said Dmitri standing up- Would you accompany me, Tatiana?
I raised my eyebrows, and doubted whether it was a wise thing to do. But finally I gave up to his insistent stare, and assumed he wanted to discuss something.
-The past nights you have been having nightmares. Do you remember them?- he asked leaning me against the entrance of the cave.
-I don’t.
-You cry and sweat. And I'm very worried. I wish so fervently to have you avoid seeing what you saw that night- he said with a sad expression in his face.
-Actually, I don't remember much. We were awoken, and they told us we were being moved to a safer location. I remember we waited in the cellar, and then it all became so confusing, the door…
-Please don't, I don't want you to remember- he interrupted me- now we should only seek for the future ahead us-he kissed my hand.
It had stopped raining, and the wind was cool. In almost darkness I kept my eyes fixed on his, having doubts about bringing up a topic.
-I need to know something- I started- but promise me you will be honest with your response.
I made a pause, to inhale air.
-Do you think Nastya is well and safe?
He sighed, and right after, I felt how he squeezed my hand.
-I don’t know how it went for Alexander, our other partner. Anastasia was wounded, I don’t know if it was severe...
Instinctively, I leaned my head on his shoulder as tears flowed down my cheeks. Dmitri gave me his handkerchief, as well as his arms to comfort me. Besides the disgrace, I felt safe with his company. A strong, powerful feeling gained my heart once more.
-I think it’s late, and the rest are already asleep. You will feel better too once you do.
I nodded, and with his help we walked in again. There was only one piece of a thin log ignited. In silence, we arranged with a blanket the spot we’d rest on. Before dozing off, I checked my wound to make sure it wasn’t infected. Thank God, the stitches looked fine. Once I sat down, I gazed at my sisters, who were resting peacefully. From the bottom of my heart I thanked that they were alright, and that we were together. I turned to the side, and Dmitri smiled to me.
-Good night- he whispered covering me with his jacket.
In response, my hand reached out for his.

Having Fun! / Re: Romanov story
« on: February 06, 2018, 03:39:44 PM »
I just wanted to say that sometimes it is worth remembering that fiction is fiction for a reason - it gives the author more freedom of what they choose to write and in how much detail they are willing to go. While we may each have our own tastes in what we like or not, it is up to the author to decide how much information they are willing to share at each point. And threre are many different styles and voices in which one can write that don't all ask for complete historical or even practical credibility in all things. But that, of course, is just my philological opinion.

Meanwhile, infanta, good job and keep it going!

I agree! That's what I said not long ago. If it was a history book I was writing of course it would need every detail. I'm very glad you like it! :)

Having Fun! / Re: Romanov story
« on: February 06, 2018, 02:39:28 PM »
I think our party would be wondering what he had died from, and whether it was something infectious.

If it had been dysentery or typhoid, then the evidence would be there, but I'm assuming that you are thinking along the lines of a heart attack or similar.


Exactly, when I wrote I thought of a heart attack.

Having Fun! / Re: Romanov story
« on: February 06, 2018, 02:37:23 PM »
I think it's kind of silly of me not doing the following declaration before posting the very first chapter: I started to write this May last year. I currently have a 90 pages document. At its time I researched and consulted a Russian friend of mine who is very enlightened about this period and the conditions people lived in. However, the topics here are love, courage, personal growth, and one of the most important: faith. You might find here and there parts where "they have it too easy" considering where they are, and what they're going through. OTM and white officers were very religious. Of course after the disgrace they lived since their father's abdication I had to make room for God's influence and their faith in the whole story. Also you might find later on, they don't seem very affected by the loss of their family. Let me spoil you, they won't now, because they're on the constant run, fear, and their minds are occupied. This will be something that will mark them and affect them as long as they live, one way or another.

Having Fun! / Re: Romanov story
« on: February 06, 2018, 02:25:18 PM »
Boiling water is always recommended from what I have read in US outdoor magazines like Field & Stream, Outdoor Life and Fur Fish game. These are people who live in Alaska Canada and the northern US. One account a man fell in a clear trout stream got a mouth full of water and had a bad case of Beaver Fever as they say for 3 weeks vomiting and dysentery.

On cabins in the woods people who live in them are usually busy in the summer getting food for the winter they also chop a lot of fire wood. A small cabin for one man would probably be just one room containing a bed, a fireplace or stove, a table, and a chair. It would be stocked with food, clothes, pots, and pans.  There would be a lot of firewood outside, a garden, most likely a shed for more food and spare stuff in case the cabin catches fire which does happen in winter. There would be a least a shot gun and possibly a rifle in the cabin. I don't think Tatania would bother adjusting the shirt she would put in on as is. Olga would put one on too since the only thing it looks like she is wearing is on top is Tatania's white silk blouse. I don't think the cabin would have had more than one or two pillows. This is from reading accounts over the years in the above magazines about people who live out in the woods in the US and Canada.

I appreciate your comment. You're assuming the peasant always lived alone. He died naturally, just like it would have died any other relative that lived with him.

Having Fun! / Re: Romanov story
« on: February 06, 2018, 02:22:39 PM »
Another point to bear in mind is that the girls have been confined in very small areas for almost a year, so they won't have been able to do much walking. Their feet will therefore be soft and prone to blisters. Olga and Tatiana have lost a good deal of weight, some of which will have come off their feet, so their shoes don't fit properly, making matters worse.


Oh my, seriously? Is it relevant if they get blisters or not? Besides, yes, they lost weight, but unless you're 300 lbs your feet won't get skinnier.

Having Fun! / Re: Romanov story
« on: January 25, 2018, 07:57:50 AM »
I know perfectly well that coke was not widely available then - certainly not in Siberia.

But we are dealing here with a small group of young people on the run, with not much of anything, so my immediate thought is, inevitably, 'where do they get X?' Besides, the books I really like tend to explain how the characters do things or get hold of things. So, how about:

Tatiana: 'We really need some surgical spirit, but there isn't any.'
Dimitri: 'I've still got some vodka in my hip flask. Is that any good?'
Tatiana: 'Perfect!'


Don't you think that if I stopped to write about such details the narration would be slow, and boring? Certainly the reader would be asking himself/herself "who cares where they got the vodka?" or the blankets, or anything. The main topic here is not the vodka. Besides, such detailed narrations are usually for kids, because they need to have everything explained and detailed as they're not capable of imagining things themselves. Another point, do you think writers like Ken Follett, Julio Cortázar, Roal Dahl, Charlotte Brontë, among others, waste their time narrating where the characters got "X"? Let me spoil you the answer: no. I understand that's your preference, but in this story, that kind of way of describing does not have place. I'm sorry if by any means I sound rude. It's not my intention. I am of those that aspire to make the reader think.

Having Fun! / Re: Romanov story
« on: January 24, 2018, 09:59:34 AM »
Good stuff! But a practical point, where did they get the vodka?


Men back then didn't drink coke as you can imagine. Vodka was like water for them, because back then drinking water could mean getting typhus if it was contaminated... So they had Vodka as when now we go for a hike and pack a bottle of water...

Having Fun! / Re: Romanov story
« on: January 23, 2018, 05:45:45 PM »
Nice to see that Tatiana has Dimitri here.

I'm sure he would have been there if he had the chance... Let's not forget he voluntarily got into the battle he was killed in, fighting with bravery and seeking death after hearing what happened to her. He was only two weeks away from his 28th birthday....

Having Fun! / Re: Romanov story
« on: January 23, 2018, 02:02:14 PM »
Here is an update! Enjoy!

We were awoken by galloping noises.
-Oh no - I panicked- Dmitri, wake up - I gave him little slaps on his cheeks.
-What’s going on? -he said with a sleepy voice without opening his eyes.
-Listen to that- the gallops were louder now, the man riding the horse was getting close to us.
-We got to go- wake the people inside the tent. - he said standing up.
Of course they were still sleeping, unaware how the danger was close to us.
When I was about to get into the tent, I heard Dmitri yelling:
-Run, run Tatiana.
I looked back at him, he pointed to me the man on the horse that was 5 pines away from me.
I softly lifted my skirt and did what he said. I ran what seemed fast, still being able to hear the horse behind me. Suddenly I felt something hurting me on my left leg. I fell, the next thing I remembered hearing was a gunshot.
I opened my eyes and saw Olga's worried face.
-Thank the Lord you woke up. We were very scared.
Next to her was Maria and Ivan.
-Where’s Dmitri? - I asked because I didn't see him around, and I remembered clearly the gunshot.
-I am here -the voice came from behind me.
I had my head resting on his chest. I looked behind to see his smile.
-My leg is still in pain, did you put a bandage or something, Olga?
-Um, about that…-she said nervous- You have an arrow.
-I have what? -me ears couldn't believe it. Neither could my brain -Did you try to remove it?
-Olga, are you serious? Do you want it to get infected and compromise my entire leg?
-I offered myself to help her -implied Dmitri- she didn't want to.
I was furious. Again. And that was sad. People got on my nerves easily, because I'm the one who is always making decisions and thinking about others before me. I couldn't believe my own sister had put her own fears before my wound.
-Alright, this is what you're going to do Olga -she was listening carefully- first you will get a piece of fabric from the clothes we got for the cabin. Second, you will get the fabric boiling in water. Third, you will get vodka. Fourth, you will grab a knife and sterilize it with vodka. Finally you will get the arrow out of my leg.
My sister was pale. She had terror to blood. Back in 1915 she was reassigned to do administrative work at the hospital because she couldn't tolerate seeing bleeding wounds.
-Are you deaf, dear sister? - I insisted.
-And why if you heard what I said are you still paralyzed?
She knew I was right, so she went to do what I mentioned before. Once she had all ready to perform that “surgery” on my leg, I could swear she was going to have a panic attack.
-I will hold you- smiled Dmitri.
Everything was ready. But my sister was shaking. She grabbed the vodka and poured some around the wound. She held the knife with her shaking hands. “God in your Mercy- I thought- get me through this”.
-Don't doubt so much, you can do it- I encouraged her.
She looked at me as the knife was approaching my skin. Dmitri's arms were around me. He held me tighter when the knife cut my skin. I couldn't avoid screaming of pain. By the time I realized, Olga already had taken the arrow out of my leg. Then she poured some more vodka. Out of the silk of her blouse, she got a bit of thread, to give me a few stitches, which was really smart. When she finished, I thanked her. She did a good job beyond the nerves. Also, Dmitri whispered close to my ear:
-You were really brave -he kissed my hair.
I wished Mama would have been here to tell her everything. To confide her my worries and thoughts, but I couldn't, because she was gone. I kept thinking of her, as the pain in my leg increased. I remember letting some tears run down my face, and Dmitri drying them with his hand.

Having Fun! / Re: Romanov story
« on: January 14, 2018, 09:07:23 PM »
Here it goes another chapter. There's a part (that you'll find without problem) which is not detailed, and it's open to the reader's imagination. Enjoy!

In the morning I woke up to see Olga sitting, raising an eyebrow, probably because how close Dmitri was from me. Or most likely because his hand was around my waist. Rapidly I removed it and sat down.
-How are you feeling? -I asked trying to wipe away the guiltiness from my face.
-I’ve been better, thanks -she said in a sarcastic tone -first Maria, now you?
-It's not what you're thinking about.
-I don't know, you tell me.
It didn't take her long to get stubborn and sarcastic again. But after all I was glad she was awake and able to walk.
We had breakfast all together in the kitchen, while we were sitting eating I could see how Dmitri's eyes were sparkling. I couldn't help it but blushing. Maria could sense something was going on, so when we resumed our journey -not after grabbing soap,  food, and clothes from the cabin- she asked softly:
-What's going on?
-We're walking, Maria. -I played the innocent card.
-No, I mean with Dmitri. He seems happier, and so do you. You're radiant.
-It probably must've been because I didn't sleep surrounded by bugs, and mosquitoes.
-Oh seriously? -she looked at me raising her eyebrows.
-Yes, seriously, my dear. - I smiled.
We kept walking. The idea was to reach the Chusovaya river. And there see if the other man was there with Nastya.
Dmitri told us we were 2 days away from the river. In the evening we stopped again; we couldn't feel our legs. Again the fever made another visit to Olga, I changed her bandage and cleaned the wound. It seemed to be better but it was still infected. She drank some milk and fell asleep. The temperature outside was still high to be at night. The stars were shining in the sky, and the air smelled like fresh pine. Ivan and Dmitri armed the tent again. We placed again the blankets in the inside, now we also had some pillows we took from the cabin. Surprisingly we weren't hungry. But we definitely were tired. Maria was the first one to fall asleep, and of course, to snore. A couple minutes later, Ivan did the same. Only Dmitri and I were up. We hadn't exchanged many words since the kiss, and to be honest, I didn't know what to say.
I decided to go outside. I could feel the tension in the air. Of course he followed me.
-Are you alright?
-I am, thanks for asking.
-Look, I'm sorry about what happened last night. It was improper, and won't happen again -he apologized.
-It's fine, really. It was the moment, I get it -I replied.
He looked up, to the sky, like trying to find strength.
-Good Lord, there’s no moment in the day in which you don't appear on my mind -he whispered.
I smiled delicately. But still, I didn't know what to do. Or say. It was the first time in my life I didn't know what to do next. I couldn't decide, even though, people always said I was good at making decisions. He seemed to understand what kind of struggle I had.
-Nothing is stopping us from being happy, and I won't push you to do anything you don't want. I am here for you, I am here and I'm not going anywhere.
Of course I had the same feelings, but I didn't know how to react to them. Dmitri looked me in the eyes and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I felt how my heart stopped for a second. I didn't know what was going on with me, I felt so weak and pleased at the same time. His lips were warm and I felt butterflies in my stomach. Why was I so weak to surrender my pride for a kiss?
An awkward silence followed next but we kept talking and enjoying the breeze, then we decided to get in the tent for some sleep. For our surprise, my little sister had found solace in the arms of Ivan.
-For God's sake, Maria, behave a little- I said.
Nothing. They ignored us.
-We'll sleep outside Tatiana. C'mon- Dmitri said.
I was furious. Dmitri actually had to drag me out because the anger was preventing me from moving.
-How am I supposed to sleep? How? - I asked - Thank God Papa and Mama are not here to see this shaming.
I sat down on my blanket trying to calm myself down. But it was impossible.
-I wish I could give you an answer, Tatiana. Let's better try to get some sleep.
He was right. But I still couldn't get into a sleeping mood. I was too angry, too worried and too scared to do it.
On the other hand, sleeping -or trying- in the middle of the forest wasn't something I was eager to try. We were too exposed to being found by the wrong people.
I kept awake, trying to be alert.
-When I say trying, I don't mean keeping your eyes open, Tatiana. -Dmitri pointed out.
I looked at him.
-You know I actually can't.
-Are you going to give up your sleep for this? We have a long journey tomorrow. You need rest. And please, stop worrying or overthinking something you can't fix.
-For you it's not a problem, clearly - I responded mad.
I saw guilt in his eyes.
-I’m sorry,  honestly I think Maria will regret it when she's older, just like I regret things -his face showed deep grief.
I felt very guilty for my sharpen words. I put my hand on his chest. He held it and kissed it.
-I am truly sorry. It wasn't my intention, but sometimes when I'm angry I can't really watch what I say.
-It doesn't matter. Would you hug me, please?
Of course I gave him a hug. The warmth of his body made me forget about everything and calmed me down.
We fell asleep hugging each other.

Having Fun! / Re: Romanov story
« on: January 08, 2018, 02:10:55 PM »
A small stream that isn't marked on your map?


You do have to keep in mind there wasn't pollution like now in those times... And this is life or death for them. Perhaps now we are very aware of the dangers of drinking water or bathing in water from a stream or pond, but back then, things were different.

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