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Having Fun! / Re: Looking For Pictures?
« on: October 07, 2006, 04:56:30 PM »
I'm looking for photographs of OTMAA in Livadia for white flower day. Anybody have some?

Thank you!

TatOlia.

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Having Fun! / Re: Romanov Fiction
« on: October 07, 2006, 04:52:32 PM »
Continuing chapter.. um... ???

The trip lasted several nights. Each night, musicians would play songs as young couples danced. None danced as gracefully as Tatiana, who made the difficult dances seem simple. Danya enjoyed watching her dance, entranced with her seemingly imperial grace. Many men on board danced with Tatiana, enjoying themselves immensely.

The final night, the musicians’ energy still hadn’t run out. While the rest of the passengers called out song names, Tatiana and many others danced. Alexei had been secretly wanting to dance with Danya the whole trip, but felt uneasy. But that night, many people in the car slept, but one musician played a lullaby as Alexei gently awoke Danya.

“Will you dance, Dansha?” he said, standing up and holding out his hand.

Danya smiled and took his hand. Following him, they found a spot where no people lay on the ground. Alexei knew very well how to dance. Danya followed his lead, step by step as the music flowed like a river through their heads. The waltz they danced seemed long and slow, like the music. Secretly, they both wished it would never end.

The next morning, the train pulling into the train station in Moscow awaked the three travelers. Grumbling, the passengers grabbed their bags and pushed their way to the exit. Danya held on tightly to Alexei’s hand, afraid of getting lost in the sea of people. After a long struggle, they had finally gotten off the train and stood on the platform. Danya gasped as she saw how big Moscow was. It was like a fairy tale!

Alexei smiled at Danya and pointed towards a great ornate building in the middle of the square. It was the Kremlin, the most beautiful church in Russia. Tatiana looked as well. She had only been here once, when the war began. She and her family had come here to pray for victory over Germany.

“Where are we going next, Tatiana?” asked Alexei.

“I’m going to try to find away to get to Yalta but it’s going to be difficult. You have to stay here with Danya. Here are some rubles for lunch. There’s a little kiosk over there.”

As Tatiana went to ask around, Alexei and Danya ate lunch and drank some milk. They didn’t speak much, they were very hungry. Tatiana came running towards them, her face anxious.

“There’s no way to get to Yalta by train. We’ll have to buy a wagon and a horse until we get to the Black Sea. Then, we’ll take a boat. I really hope I have enough money!”

Alexei looked at Danya. She stood up and looked at Tatiana. “I’ve made it this far, Tanya. I can go a couple more versts.” Tatiana looked at Danya’s face, so confident and powerful. She smiled and nodded. “We’re not stopping until I feel the marble floors of the Livadia ballroom beneath my feet!”

Chapter Five

“Why did I pay so much for this lousy wagon?”

Tatiana sat in the front of the old wagon she had purchased at the stables. Just like the first one, it had been sitting with millions of mice over winter. And the old horse up front wasn’t any better.

Alexei walked outside the wagon with Danya for exercise. She hummed old songs as she attempted to outrun the old horse. Alexei chased her like they were schoolchildren. Tatiana smiled. It seemed like they had known each other for years.

It had been two weeks since they had left Ekaterinburg. They made no plans to stop until they could see the beaches of the Black Sea. Alexei climbed into the wagon and fell asleep. No stops meant that the two siblings would have to work night and day at the front. Danya climbed up next to Tatiana.

“What is Livadia like, Tanya?” she asked.

Tatiana smiled again.

“Livadia is the most beautiful palace ever built. It was made for the imperial family when the oldest daughter was sixteen. Her name was Olga, and her father had a ball for her in that palace. It was one of the most wonderful days of her life.”
“The imperial family also used to go to the beach. They would lie in the sun, swim in the sea, sometimes they would build sandcastles or just go for walks. They loved it there very, very much.”

Danya continued. “What about their rooms? Did they have a classroom there? Did they have horses?”

Tatiana nodded. “There were many, many horses there. And dogs, cats, donkeys, almost every animal in the world. The bedrooms were very simple, just like yours. The Tsar didn’t want to spoil his children too much. They took lessons wherever they could find a space!”

Tatiana looked forward. She pointed to something in the distance. “There it is, Danya. The Black Sea!”

She pulled the reins and the horse came to a stop. His sister and Danya jerked Alexei awake. They would rest here tonight, and be in Livadia by the next evening. Alexei built a fire as the two girls prepared supper. As they ate, Danya told stories as shadows flickered in the twilight.

Tatiana fell asleep, but Alexei kept the fire going. He thought of Livadia, his home by the sea. He remembered the ball that had been hosted for his beloved sister Olga, and the cruises on the yacht. The photographs he had taken were frozen memories of a life once lived. He heard a voice behind him. Danya sat next to Alexei, wrapped in a blanket. In her hands she held the one photograph.

“I know who you are, Alexei,” She said. “You are the Tsarveich of Russia.”

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Alexandra Feodorovna / Re: Alexandra's Personal World
« on: October 07, 2006, 04:10:14 PM »


The girls did have a music teacher. If you look at the pages regarding "Maria's Expenses", you'll see she had an unnamed music teacher. This is just off the top of my head, so I'm not 110% sure.

TatOlia.

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Alexandra Feodorovna / Re: Alexandra's Personal World
« on: October 07, 2006, 04:04:38 PM »
I've seen the second one in color before somewhere... It was written sometime in 1916 or 1917 I believe.. or I could be horrendously wrong.

I would guess that the first card's cross would be brown. Other than that, I have no clue.

TatOlia

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The Habsburgs / Re: Archduchess Marie Valérie of Austria(-Tuscany)
« on: October 07, 2006, 11:57:09 AM »
Yup. Clip their hair. Feel sorry for the poor poodles. Such ridiculous haircuts, even though back in the day their hair was cut like that by their owners (most likely duck hunters) so their joints would stay warm when they crossed a river to get the shot-down game.

Sorry, little off topic. :)

TatOlia.

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Having Fun! / Re: Romanov Fiction
« on: October 07, 2006, 11:29:35 AM »
... “Talk to me, Alexei! In the name of God, tell me something!”

Alexei looked into her eyes. For the first time, he saw their true color. Her sea-blue eyes were worried, as if she sensed something would happen to him.

Alexei didn’t quite smile. It was more like the ghost of one as he hugged Danya to him. Her tears fell onto his old tunic, turning the old bloodstains even darker. She quietly freed herself and looked at him.

“Take me with you, my brother. You and Tatiana will keep me safe.”

Alexei stared at her. “Danya, you must stay here. It could be dangerous. What would happen to you?”

“Alexei, please. I.. want to go with you.”

“But you might never see your parents again!”

“I know, Alexei. I love them dearly, but my heart yearns for adventure. If I stay here, my father will probably want me to be a nurse or something, and Mama will keep trying to find someone for me to marry. Please, Aloysha! Take me with you!”

Alexei thought for a moment. He had told Tanya that Danya was coming...

“Allright, Danya. Pack all your good clothes and perhaps some mementos. We leave tonight."

Chapter Four

At home, the long wait began. Danya and Alexei ate their supper in silence. Nadya looked at them with suspicion, but did not ask. As Ivan and Nadya cleared the table, Alexei told Danya about Livadia in his room.

“There is a grand palace there. It was built in 1911, when I was seven. It is beautiful, Danya. It is made with white stone and one of the most beautiful palaces I have ever seen. It is empty now, though.”

Danya listened to what Alexei told her. What wonders she heard of! Rooms with glass windows overlooking the sea. Beautiful gardens with footpaths to stroll on. Bedrooms, study rooms, even a grand ballroom! And she, a young peasant girl, would see it all!

Ivan and Nadya overheard the tales of young Alexei, believing them to be fictions. Glass windows, palaces, and electric lights! What peasant under the Czar’s rule could see such a thing? They went to bed early, believing tomorrow would be yet another normal day.

But as the adults slept, the two children packed. Alexei packed his few possessions he had come with: his bloodstained tunic, pants and boots. But Danya packed many things. Dresses, shoes, her new hat, hair ribbons. A locket with a lock of her mother’s hair, and the photograph. She could never forget the night she found it.

At one o’ clock the next morning, Alexei and Danya stood outside the house. Danya did not cry, even though she knew she may never see her beloved parents again. Out of the bushes came Tatiana, carrying a small bag on her back. Danya looked back for the last time at her little house then followed Alexei and Tatiana into the night.

Hidden among the trees was a small wagon. Mice that were stuck in the stable had chewed the wood over the winter. A small bench sat at the back for them to use. Another, taller bench was for the driver. Tatiana threw the bags into the back and jumped into the driver’s seat. Alexei helped Danya into the back. They sat on the bench, falling asleep on each other. The long road to Livadia had begun with the crack of a whip and the clip-clop of the old horse’s hooves.

By morning, they nearly left Ekaterinburg. They could see the mountains ahead of them, tall and snowy. They stopped at a train station, where Tatiana instructed them to wait. Alexei and Danya sat on a bench, watching as Tatiana sold the cart and horse to a man. As she counted the rubles, Alexei saw her cursing under her breath. She ran up to the station and held them all out. “Three tickets to Moscow, please” she said.

He scowled for a moment, and handed her three tickets. “Next train’s at eight. That’s in ten minutes.”

She joined Danya and Alexei on the bench, holding the bags. They ate breakfast on the bench, just bread and milk. Soon, Danya heard the train approaching and jumped up. She had never been on a train before. Tatiana grasped their hands as Alexei held two of the bags and Danya held the other. Tatiana let go of Alexei for barely a moment as she handed the conductor the tickets.

Once on the train, Tatiana collapsed onto one of the benches. Alexei and Danya sat together on another. Danya let her hand glide across the soft blue velvet seat and smiled. Alexei pointed out the window, where she saw the station. People waved to their loved ones, and Danya let a small tear fall down as the train pulled out and she took a final look at her beloved Ekaterinburg.


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Having Fun! / Re: Romanov Fiction
« on: October 07, 2006, 11:05:53 AM »
Chapter Three

A year passed. The date was July 16th, 1919. Danya still took lessons from Alexei, hoping to pass it on to her own children (years from now, of course!). Ivan taught Alexei how grow crops, and he learned quickly. He was strong, but he couldn’t do so much work. Whenever he got the smallest bruise, he would be in the greatest pain. Danya couldn’t stand the screams of anguish and had to run outside. However, his leg had healed from when he had first come and could walk around with ease.

Danya was now fifteen and her mother decided to let her buy her own clothes. Danya decided to take Alexei into town with her, to show him the beautiful town of Ekaterinburg. Today, she was going to buy herself a yellow sunbonnet with red roses on it. She left Alexei to look around while she went into the boutique. Alexei didn’t intend on following her. He was as excited about the bonnet as any boy. Not a bit.

Alexei walked around. Ekaterinburg wasn’t as nice as St. Petersburg was, but it was decent enough. The roads were cobblestones and people roamed everywhere. In the middle of the town stood a grand statue Nicholas II. Alexei stared at the statue. The Czar stared down at him, commanding but gentle.

Suddenly, he felt hands on his shoulders. The hands quickly covered his mouth as he tried to scream. The attacker dragged him over to a corner, where he finally saw his attacker. It was a very tall woman in a blue cotton dress. A red scarf was tied around her head, but Alexei could see her face.

“Tatiana!”

She shushed him and whispered “Don’t say my name, Alexei!”

He looked at his sister, confused.

“I thought you knew!” she said, a look of surprise on her face.

“What on earth are you talking about?”

“Alexei, we have to get out of here. The Reds are coming back to Ekaterinburg. They’re going to defeat the Whites!”

“Why are you so concerned?” he asked, “No one here knows who we are. To Danya, I’m just Alexei Nicholaevich.”

“The townspeople claim to have seen us, Alexei. They see us wandering in the streets!”

“So? People thought they had seen Anastasia and Olga, but they’re dead!”

Tatiana put her head on her hand, trying to think of something to say. Alexei saw out of the corner of his eye Danya in her new sunbonnet. She twirled around, her skirt brushing across her legs. Her eyes shone underneath the sunny yellow and red-gold of her hat and hair. Alexei smiled, pulling his sister’s arm.

“I am bringing Danya.” He said.

Tatiana grabbed his shoulders and shook him. “Are you out of your mind?” she said, “We can’t bring Danya!”

Alexei pulled himself away from her grasp. “And why not?
“There’s too much of a risk, Alexei. If we’re found, what would happen to Danya?”

“They wouldn’t care. She’s just a peasant!”

“Alexei, look at her! Don’t you think she looks exactly like Anastasia?”

He did look. For the first time, he saw his beloved sister in his friend’s face. It was true; Danya had the same red-gold hair as his sister. She stood next to him, not saying a word. She recognized Tatiana.

“Tatiana, when do we leave and where are we going?” Alexei said, showing a small smile to Danya.

“Amama is still in Livadia, I think. So are Aunt Xenia and the cousins. Some people say Aunt Olga’s there, too.”

“Livadia? That’s miles away!”

“Alexei, it’s our only hope. Be ready by midnight.”

Tatiana glanced over her shoulder and began to pace away from the scene. Alexei heard faintly his sister’s goodbye. Danya placed her hand on his shoulder, curious. Alexei had forgotten about her, so he quickly turned to her and explained the situation.

“You can’t go, Alexei!” she said to him, eyes pleading. “I... It’s not safe!”

Alexei began to walk back to the old house, ignoring Danya’s begging. All he wanted to think about was whether he would go home with his sister, or stay here with Danya. Suddenly, she stopped in front of him, blocking his path.

(...)


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Having Fun! / Re: Romanov Fiction
« on: October 07, 2006, 11:00:18 AM »
Allrighty then! Oh, et pour tous les francais, je peut traduire l'histoire pour vous!
(For all of the people who speak french, I can translate the story for you guys.)

Anyways, continuing on... ;D

Chapter Two

Danya stared at the boy who sat across from her at the table. Her father had let him sit at the table with his leg outstretched.  He hung his head low and played around with his supper. Even though he was hungry, he couldn’t eat. He replayed the day’s events slowly in his mind, and felt so alone. His family was dead; his only living sister had abandoned him in this godforsaken land with a family he barely knew. But he knew he should be grateful. Grateful he was alive. Grateful that someone was taking care of him. But he didn’t say a word.

Danya’s mother Nadya also looked at the boy. Her eyes showed disappointment, as if she felt the boy was ungrateful for their hospitality. She turned to Ivan and said, “I wonder who the boy is. He seems rather shy.”

Ivan shrugged. He had never seen the boy before. But he did remember his name. Alexei Nicholaevitch. Somewhere, he had heard the name before. But so many people were named Alexei or Nicholas, how would one know which boy he was?

Alexei looked up to Ivan and asked “Sir, do you have any other children?”

Smiling, Ivan shook his head. “Nadya and I only had Danya, but she’s perfect and I wouldn’t trade her for nothin’.”

Nadya nodded. “All I wish for her is she has a happy life and a fine education. But there are no teachers here. And I can’t speak Russian very well. I’m actually German.”

Danya smiled at her parents’ comments. Ivan then looked at Alexei and said “Now, who are you, boy?”

Alexei looked at his bowl and said his name. “Alexei Nicholaevich, gospodin. I am fourteen years old, but I am the youngest in my family.”

Ivan nodded and continued. “Where do you live, my boy?”

“I’ve lived in many places, sir, but Tsarskoe Selo was my real home”.

Tsarskoe Selo. The Czar’s Village. Ivan remembered it well. His own father had been a doctor to the Czar Alexander II and was rewarded greatly for his work. Ivan himself wasn’t too fond of Nicholas II, the last Czar before the new rulers took over.

Danya yawned and asked to be excused. She went to her room and promptly fell asleep, wondering who Alexei was.

The next morning, Danya woke up at dawn. Rubbing her eyes, she saw a familiar shape at the door. It was Nadya, holding paper and a pencil. Quietly, she said “Alexei waiting for you on the steps. He’s going to teach you how to read!”

Danya hurried to get dressed and eat breakfast. She took the paper and pencil outside, where Alexei sat. An empty plate that had once contained that day’s breakfast sat next to him. Alexei smiled Danya for the first time. She handed him the paper and he wrote letters across the top of one sheet and showed her the sound for each letter. Danya learned quickly, and by noon she was writing full sentences. Then, it was time for chores.

Danya helped Alexei get to the barn and sat him on a stool by the cow. All he had to do to get around was cling to the fencing. As Danya fed the chickens, Alexei fed the cow. As Danya showed Alexei how to milk the cow, she fell over in the mud. They began throwing the brown ooze back and forth until they were covered in it. They had smiles as wide as Russia itself even through Nadya was disappointed at the two mud-covered children for getting their clothes dirty.

After dinner, Danya and Alexei went right to bed. Danya shut her door and looked at her papers, now covered with words and the mud. Words she had written herself. Wouldn’t her father be proud! She set her papers on her bed and fell into the soft comfort of the pillows. The papers scattered themselves on the ground. Danya quickly put them back in a pile and went to put them on her desk. But something glinted in the corner. She set them down and went to look.

It was a photograph. Danya knew what photographs were. She had seen them in newspapers, decorated with photographs of St. Petersburg. But this one showed a family. Four girls, two of them older than the two others, wore white dresses with beads. Two adults sat between them, one of them a lady in an expensive dress wore a strand of pearls around her neck. The other one was the father in a colonel’s uniform. A baby boy in a dress sat on a table.

Danya stared at the little boy, then at the man. She picked out small details, like the young boy’s ears, which stuck out, and the man’s nose. She then knew the little boy was Alexei, and that one of the older girls was Tatiana. But, who were the rest? And why did they look so... imperial?


The photo is from the 1906 shoot, a family photo.

Next chapter in next post...

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Anastasia Nicholaievna / Pictures of Anastasia with Jemmy, Shibzik, etc.
« on: October 05, 2006, 09:07:23 PM »
Hi,

I can't seem to find many pictures of Anastasia (or Olga, for that matter) with her dogs. As you can tell, I love dogs and I think it would be easier if we had all of the photographs of Anastasia and her dogs all in one topic, just to save us the stress of using the search engine all the time :).

Post away!

TatOlia.

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Forum Announcements / Re: New Users say Hello Here and ONLY HERE!
« on: October 05, 2006, 08:59:29 PM »
Hi Emma!

Yeah, Tatiana was my favourite for a very long time, then Olga just seemed to be a little bit.. well, different, I guess. I keep trying to find good photos of her to colour, her and Anastasia seem to be the hardest :(

If you want, I've put up the first chapter of my story in the Fiction part of the Having Fun section. Feel free to read it!

Thank you for your kind greeting! Many Woofs to you!

TatOlia :)

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Having Fun! / Re: Romanov Fiction
« on: October 05, 2006, 08:21:44 PM »
Hi Everyone,

Here's something I'm working on. I don't have a title yet (hoping it will come to me...). I'll just post the first chapter to see if anyone's interested in it.

TatianOlishka

Chapter One

July is the warmest month in Siberia. Snow falls every now and then, but people love the warm atmosphere in Ekaterinburg, Siberia. In the winter, you could here sleigh bells jingling as people wrapped in blankets ride across the frozen plain in their horse-drawn troikas. But in the summer, more people walk about than normal, staring at a big white house guarded by a large wooden palisade. A very important family used to live there, but now they have gone.

No one in Ekaterinburg knows where the family has gone. They disappeared early that morning, soon after gunshots were heard and trucks pulled away. Rumors spread that they had been shot. Few people mourned the death of the Tsar, who’s family stayed in that house and now had left. They believed him to be a heartless man, his wife a cruel woman who wanted war.

But one family didn’t even care. They were all snug in their cozy home, getting ready for the harvest season. The family was that of Ivan Nicholaievich Purmenski: his wife Nadya Alexandrovna and his fourteen-year-old daughter, Danya. Nadya was preparing breakfast when she heard a loud knock at the door. She opened it and saw two people she did not know.

One was a girl of perhaps twenty, her hair cut rather short and her white blouse covered in stains. Her eyes were sharp and she appeared almost Asian, but Nadya could tell she was definitely a Russian.  The boy standing next to her appeared to be in great pain, holding his right leg to his chest as he leaned on the woman for support. His tunic was also covered in the same stain.

“Please ma’am, will you give this boy food? He is terribly hungry!” the woman said, her eyes pleading.

Nadya looked over her shoulder and called for her husband. He came with their daughter at his side. Danya’s eyes met the boys and she smiled, trying to comfort him, to tell him he should never fear her. To her, the boy was like a wild deer. If you made sudden movements, it would leap away into the unknown.

Ivan asked the woman for her name. “My name is Tatiana. The boy is Alexei. He needs a bit to eat, if you have anything.”

Nadya felt sorry for the boy. She came out and asked Tatiana to bring him inside. “Why is he limping?” she asked, curious.

“He, um.. fell and hurt his knee.”

“Maybe I should look at it, then.”

“No! He’s fine. Really, ma’am.”

Nadya heard the boy cry out a little. Ignoring Tatiana’s plea, she had Alexei lie down on a cot and told him to stay there. Danya decided to make the boy something to eat while her parents spoke with Tatiana.

As Nadya pleaded with Tatiana to allow them to stay, Ivan sat with Alexei. His leg was swollen around the knee. Ivan was a well-respected doctor in Ekaterinburg and tried to reduce the swelling by applying ice. It worked a little; the swelling went down, but the pain was incredible. He couldn’t walk at all.

Ivan went into where Nadya and Tatiana were talking. He sat down and shook hands with the woman. As gently as possible, he told Tatiana that Alexei couldn’t walk without permanently damaging his leg. Tatiana’s eyes widened with concern. Once again, Nadya begged Tatiana to let Alexei stay, at least until he was better.

“Well, you see,” Tatiana said, “We’re trying to get home to St. Petersburg.”
“You can’t, I’m afraid. The Red’s have taken it over entirely. So many people are dying there, It wouldn’t be safe.” Said Nadya.

Tatiana looked over at her brother. Nodding, she agreed to let Alexei stay with the Purmenskis. She went over to her brother and hugged him gently. She whispered to him in English “I will come back soon, Alexei. But rumors say that the Whites are coming here in a few days. We will be safe. Take care, my brother.”

The woman had tears in her eyes as she left the house and disappeared into the forest, leaving her brother alone.


Let me know what you think, and be honest! :)

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Olga Nicholaievna / Re: Olga Anecdotes
« on: October 05, 2006, 03:27:36 PM »
Even though it's sad, the anecdote I remember about Olishka the best is the one when she woke up on Christmas day after Ella died and asked her governess (I think) "Did God send for Ella's body in the night?"
And when the governess said no (or something along that line), she said "I thought God would let Ella come and have Christmas with him!"

Aww.. she really loved her little cousin :'(

TatianOlishka
Woof!

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Having Fun! / Re: Signatures (free for use)
« on: October 05, 2006, 03:16:20 PM »
Missy and Emily,

I love them! I'm going to start worshipping you both! :) :)
I tried making one, but it turned out pretty bad. But all of you guys make it seem so simple!

Many many bows,

Tatianolishka.
Woof!

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