Author Topic: Romanov story  (Read 685 times)

0 Members and 1 Guest are viewing this topic.

Offline infanta

  • Newbie
  • *
  • Posts: 3
    • View Profile
Romanov story
« on: October 29, 2017, 03:41:26 PM »
Well, this subject is called "Romanov story" because so far I could not find a title for it. I started writing it in May, and so far only 4 people have read it. I'm a Spanish speaker and this is the first thing I write in English, besides essays for college, et all.
I hope you enjoy.

Ps. I'll try to upload chapters as soon as I have them.

The first sensation I had was cold, extremely cold. I felt wetness on my forehead. Immediately I opened my eyes to discover I was in the middle of the woods. I had a towel on my head. Next to me was Olga sleeping, curled up in a blanket.
-What..?- I tried to ask when I was suddenly interrupted by a familiar voice.
-Shhh, stay still.- said a male voice. It was Malama.
My face must've been dramatic. He was as handsome as ever.
-How..? What are you doing here?- I asked.
-We were approaching Ekaterinburg, but one of our spies was patrolling by that house and heard some noises. He came back and told us. Luckily it wasn't too late -he replied with a smile.
-How did we get here? Where are we?- I tried to remove the towel from my head but he stopped me.
-Leave it there. You had fever. You probably still have. I carried you out. You were unconscious, so was Olga and Maria.
-Where's​ Alexei? Or Papa and Mama?
The look on his face changed, he went on his knees to speak softly.
-I’m deeply sorry... -Dmitri said.
Tears came to my eyes. I couldn’t continue listening to him. I hid my face behind my hands, that were covered by a mix of blood and mud. I cried harder, I couldn't understand why I had blood. Was I injured? Whose blood was it?
I wanted answers.
________
I woke up again, this time I was in a tent, Maria was drinking something and Olga was laying next to me. There was another man drinking what I assumed was tea in front of Maria. She seemed relaxed, but I couldn’t. The last thing I remembered was Dmitri telling me how, Papa, Mama and Alexei were not longer in this world. My mind was blocking everything that happened in that house, on that day, 17th July. And I didn't want to ask, because it was obvious. The only relief is they were by God's side now.
-Where’s Dmitri?- I asked softly.
-He’s outside, patrolling- said the young man- my name is Ivan. I'm a friend of Dmitri.  
-Can he come inside please?
Ivan said yes and went outside.
In that moment Olga started yelling in her sleep. There was pain in her voice. I instinctively put my hand over her mouth to try and calm her.
-Are you alright?- Masha asked.
I touched her forehead and her temperature was high.
-Get me a cold towel, please.
-Here - Maria said.
I was worried. Olga wouldn't wake up. She was shaking, and continued saying things we couldn't understand from her nightmare.
-Dmitri! Come here please!- I begged.
Right away the two men came in. Olga seemed to have a wound somewhere.
-Help me out, take her boots off. And keep the towel on her head.
I checked her. She had nothing on her abdomen, chest or legs. We rolled her to the side and I could see a gigantic blood stain on her white blouse.
-Please don't look. I need to remove the blouse and corset so I can see how bad is it. Maria helped me cover Olga's torso with a blanket as I approached the wound. It seemed like a burn. The men kept holding her as she continued shaking, which was making my job harder.
-I need hot water and alcohol. Is there any here?
-We’ll get you hot water. Sadly the only alcohol we have is vodka.
I raised my eyebrows. I couldn't picture Dmitri with a bottle of vodka and getting drunk.
-Is it useful or not?- he insisted.
-It is. Do you have any bandages? Anything?
He bit his lip trying to think.
-Probably not.
I looked down to the ground. I contemplated my blouse. It was a little big.
-Give me that blanket Maria.
She handed it to me. I started taking my shirt off and replaced it with the blanket.
-Can you make sure they boil the fabric? I'm trying to make a decent bandage, I don't want the wound to get infected.
Maria went outside, she was walking with difficulty. I continued pressing Olga's back trying to avoid her bleeding to death.
Dmitri came back with vodka and the boiled water. He looked a little shocked and covered his eyes with his hands.
I started doing my work. I poured some vodka on the burn. It looked really bad, but it could've been worse. I cut my blouse in two with my hands, and wrapped it around her torso, especially pressuring her back. Now the challenge was, to make her sleep on her side. We couldn’t let her roll over, now that she wasn’t shaking. Maria was by my side, and I decided to let her watch our sister while I went out to talk with Dmitri.
The night was cool. There was a full moon and the silence in the middle of the forest was frightening. I had a constant fear, being aware of dangers such as to be eaten alive by a bear, or killed by the reds.
-Is Olga any better?- Dimitri asked walking towards me.
-I tried to do my best. Now only God will tell. Even though the wound is not the worse, it's still big enough to worry. - I said sitting down next to the fire.
Dmitri sat down next to me.
-Tatiana…-he started- We do not know for sure where is Anastasia. One of our men was in charge of taking her out. I don't know if…
A tear rolled down my cheek. Disgrace was all I could think. A tiny voice inside me told me to not to cry, because now her fate was already sealed. Slowly all the memories of my childhood went through my eyes, knowing those times were over. This episode proved the land I loved dearly, that I considered my home, and its people were trying to kill us. It was very sad, but I felt somehow it was up to me to change this situation.
-Go to sleep please -Dmitri said.
-Like if I could.
-Please - he begged.
I stood up and went inside the tent. Maria fell asleep next to Olga, while Ivan was trying not to fall asleep. It was his turn to patrol.
__________


Offline TimM

  • Moderator
  • Velikye Knyaz
  • *****
  • Posts: 1856
    • View Profile
    • Rex and Hannah Chronicles Wikia
Re: Romanov story
« Reply #1 on: October 31, 2017, 11:55:05 AM »
This looks good so far. 

An alternate history story.  I like those.
Cats: You just gotta love them!

Offline infanta

  • Newbie
  • *
  • Posts: 3
    • View Profile
Re: Romanov story
« Reply #2 on: November 01, 2017, 07:36:12 AM »
Thank you! 😊😊😊 I'm glad you like it!

Offline TimM

  • Moderator
  • Velikye Knyaz
  • *****
  • Posts: 1856
    • View Profile
    • Rex and Hannah Chronicles Wikia
Re: Romanov story
« Reply #3 on: December 07, 2017, 05:32:27 PM »
How's this story coming?  You haven't updated it in over a month now.
Cats: You just gotta love them!

Offline infanta

  • Newbie
  • *
  • Posts: 3
    • View Profile
Re: Romanov story
« Reply #4 on: January 05, 2018, 10:18:25 AM »
I'm sorry I took so long to upload a new chapter, the holidays season made it a little imposible, but here it is. Enjoy.

By the time of dawn I was already awake. It was hard to sleep knowing that we were in the middle of a forest, with a thousand poisonous plants and animals. Without even mentioning that we could be easily found by the Bolsheviks.
I sat down on the ground covered by the blankets. I wanted to get out of the tent but I remembered I had no blouse. Only my corset. Maria was snoring next to me. On the other side of the tent was Ivan, asleep too. Dmitri was probably patrolling, or outside sitting. Finally I decided to cover myself up with a blanket and see where he was. I found him sitting next to a tree. He seemed lost in his own thoughts. When he saw me he looked away.
-It’s fine- I said- I have the blanket on.
I sat down next to him.
-What’s the plan? Where are we going?
Dmitri stared at me, then he kept lost in his own thoughts.
-So…?- I insisted.
-We’re going to get out of the country.
The news took me by surprise.
-Why?
-Isn’t it clear? Russia has changed, the people did too and it’s too hostile to stay. Sadly they were trying to erase you- Dmitri said.
It was one of the saddest thing that has ever happened to me before; my own country didn't want me there. Didn't want me alive. I was -we were- nothing.
-How’s Olga? - he asked.
-She’s still asleep.
We kept watching how the sun rose in between the trees while the birds were chirping.
After an hour Ivan got out of the tent and talked to Dmitri in private. I went to where my sisters were to check on Olga. She briefly opened her eyes; the fever was persistent and still high. I rolled her to see how her wound was. The fabric of my shirt was clean; at least for a couple hours it didn't need to be changed. In the following half hour Maria woke up and the men gave us bread and honey as breakfast. After that, it was necessary to keep traveling to get out of the country, we packed everything, including the tent and blankets. As Olga was still asleep, Ivan and Dmitri were taking turns to carry her in their arms as we walked. It was a very hot day, and after 5 hours we found a small cottage by a pond. It was very rare having a pond in the forest.
Ivan knocked on the door. Nothing. Just silence. Dmitri checked for a back door.
-It's open in the back - he informed.
We walked in to find an old man lying on the floor. He was probably dead for a few days, and the smell wasn't pleasant. Many flies were around him. He didn't have any wounds, so it seemed he died naturally. Dmitri and Ivan took him out, and buried him.
Maria checked the small kitchen for food: we were starving.
The cottage had a tiny bedroom where we placed Olga. In the meantime, we sat in the kitchen to eat some berries Maria had found.
-I have a bad feeling about this -I confessed.
-Why? It's like an oasis in the middle of the woods -replied Maria.
-I just don’t.
-At least Olga will be resting in a better place -commented Ivan.
He had a point, but my instinct was on high alert.
After gaining strength from what we ate, I decided to check the place for clothing, since I was still using a blanket. I found some shirts and a needle. The job wasn't easy, but at least after sewing them and adjusting two of the shirts to my size, I had finally something to put on.
Maria was the first one to use the water from the pond to get a bath. It was such a relief to be able to wash the dirt and blood out of my hair and body.
The night came and we decided to sleep while Ivan stayed awake to patrol in case the reds came. Maria and Olga shared the bed, and Dmitri placed in the living room a lot of pillows on the floor, so I could sleep on them.
-Where are you sleeping?
-Don’t worry about me - he smiled- I'll sleep on the chair.
-Are you serious?
-I am -he was being stubborn.
-I don't mind if you put blankets on the floor and sleep near me. I won’t bite.
He did as I suggested and after tossing and turning a little, he fell asleep. On the other hand I couldn't. All I wanted was to cry, I missed darling Mama, Papa, Nastya and Alexei. I knew they with God, but we had no news about Nastya. I said a prayer for her and asked God to help me sleep. Seemed like it wasn't effective.
I kept sobbing in the darkness. But after a couple minutes, Dmitri woke up.
-Is everything alright? -he whispered.
-It is.
-Crying isn't always an indicator that everything is fine. Tatiana, you know you can trust me. I'd give my life for you, your family. I know things are rough, I know the situation is sad, but please, don’t cry because of the reds. You’re alive, so are Olga and Maria. We are going to survive this revolution. God gave you a second chance: he gave us a second chance.
His words only made me cry harder.
-Shhh, stop please -he begged.
At that moment I couldn't control my tears. I couldn't control my emotions. I could no longer hide them away.
-Tatiana, I'm begging you, stop crying. You're not solving anything.
-Leave me alone Malama.
-I can't. You don't know what I felt knowing the Bolsheviks had you imprisoned. I was afraid they'd beat you, yell at you and much worse. I can't live without thinking about you. Even if we can't be together, I'm happy enough to know you're breathing.
Suddenly I felt how he held my hand. I tried to escape but I couldn't, I had no strength. In the total darkness I could sense how his face was only a couple centimeters away from mine. I could feel his breath. The next thing I knew, is that his lips were pressing mine.

Offline TimM

  • Moderator
  • Velikye Knyaz
  • *****
  • Posts: 1856
    • View Profile
    • Rex and Hannah Chronicles Wikia
Re: Romanov story
« Reply #5 on: January 05, 2018, 11:35:06 AM »
This is a great chapter.  Well worth the wait.
Cats: You just gotta love them!

Offline Kalafrana

  • Velikye Knyaz
  • ****
  • Posts: 2908
    • View Profile
Re: Romanov story
« Reply #6 on: January 05, 2018, 01:33:45 PM »
A couple of practical points:

1) Tatiana had quite a lot of nursing experience, so tearing up a shirt to make bandages would not be an issue. My grandmother, born in 1891 and so of the same generation, did some part-time nursing during the First World War (she was a teacher). Her First Aid exam included a question on what to do if the bandages ran short. Her reply, 'I would tear up my petticoat.'
2) I hope Marie would not be snoring, as this is associated with excess weight. Could you simply say that she was dead to the world.
3) I'm not sure about washing in a pond, as they are often fairly stagnant. How about a stream?

Ann

Offline infanta

  • Newbie
  • *
  • Posts: 3
    • View Profile
Re: Romanov story
« Reply #7 on: January 05, 2018, 06:15:22 PM »
A couple of practical points:

1) Tatiana had quite a lot of nursing experience, so tearing up a shirt to make bandages would not be an issue. My grandmother, born in 1891 and so of the same generation, did some part-time nursing during the First World War (she was a teacher). Her First Aid exam included a question on what to do if the bandages ran short. Her reply, 'I would tear up my petticoat.'
2) I hope Marie would not be snoring, as this is associated with excess weight. Could you simply say that she was dead to the world.
3) I'm not sure about washing in a pond, as they are often fairly stagnant. How about a stream?


1) Well, she could have had 30 years of experience in nursing but when you have limited resources, you must work with what you have or you sit and watch how the patient dies.

2) People snores when they're stressed and tired, and it has nothing to do with weight. I know what you're making reference of, but it doesn't apply to this case, because obviously, Maria had a normal weight in that time.

3) To write this scene (and the upcoming ones) I had to take a look into the map of the Ekaterinburg region. There are only three rivers near, one is the Chusovaya, the other is Isets (the third one I don't remember).

« Last Edit: January 05, 2018, 06:17:29 PM by infanta »

Offline Kalafrana

  • Velikye Knyaz
  • ****
  • Posts: 2908
    • View Profile
Re: Romanov story
« Reply #8 on: January 06, 2018, 02:33:08 AM »
A small stream that isn't marked on your map?

Ann

Offline TimM

  • Moderator
  • Velikye Knyaz
  • *****
  • Posts: 1856
    • View Profile
    • Rex and Hannah Chronicles Wikia
Re: Romanov story
« Reply #9 on: January 06, 2018, 11:28:09 AM »
I've always enjoyed AU stories.
Cats: You just gotta love them!

Offline infanta

  • Newbie
  • *
  • Posts: 3
    • View Profile
Re: Romanov story
« Reply #10 on: January 06, 2018, 04:58:10 PM »
What's AU?

Offline TimM

  • Moderator
  • Velikye Knyaz
  • *****
  • Posts: 1856
    • View Profile
    • Rex and Hannah Chronicles Wikia
Re: Romanov story
« Reply #11 on: January 06, 2018, 05:01:48 PM »
AU=Alternate Universe or Alternate History. 

Cats: You just gotta love them!

Offline Превед

  • Knyaz
  • ****
  • Posts: 979
  • Мой Великий Север
    • View Profile
    • Type Russian Without a Keyboard
Re: Romanov story
« Reply #12 on: January 06, 2018, 06:11:39 PM »
A small stream that isn't marked on your map?

From another thread about the offensive Yermakov Street in Yekaterinburg:

And this murdering thug still has a street in Ekaterinburg named for him?  Why?  I can understand it in Soviet times, but the USSR has been gone for more than a generation now.  Why was that street not renamed?

Apparently it has been renamed. See ru.wikipedia.org: Ключевская_улица_(Екатеринбург), Ключевская улица, Klyuchevskáya úlitsa (=Springs Street), Verkh-Isetsk, Yekaterinburg
История
Улица появилась не ранее 1788 года (точное время формирования неизвестно). До революции 1917 года улица носила название 3-я Ключевская. Всего Ключевских улиц было девять, все они заканчивались у торфяного болота, близ которого, возможно, находились ключи, используемые местными жителями. В 1921 году улица получила название Лассаля, в 1960-х годах переименована в улицу Ермакова в честь Петра Захаровича Ермакова — большевика, организатора боевой дружины верх-исетских рабочих в 1905 году и одного из организаторов Красной гвардии на Урале. Однако более известен Ермаков как убийца царской семьи Романовых. В 1990-х годах из-за неоднозначного восприятия личности Ермакова улица его имени была переименована в Ключевскую.

=
History
The street appeared not earlier than 1788 (the exact time of formation is unknown). Before the revolution of 1917 the street was called the 3rd Kliuchevskaya. There were nine Klyuchevskaya streets, all of them ending at a peat bog, near which, perhaps, there were springs used by local residents. In 1921, the street was named Lassalya [after the German Socialist Ferdinand Lasalle], in the 1960s it was renamed Ermakova Street in honor of Peter Zakharovich Ermakov - Bolshevik, the organizer of the fighting squad of the Upper Isetian workers in 1905 and one of the organizers of the Red Guard in the Urals. However, Ermakov is more famous as the murderer of the imperial Romanov family. In the 1990s, because of the ambiguous perception of the personality of Ermakov, the street bearing his name was renamed Klyuchevskaya.

3) To write this scene (and the upcoming ones) I had to take a look into the map of the Ekaterinburg region. There are only three rivers near, one is the Chusovaya, the other is Isets (the third one I don't remember).

Both of these rivers form quite large lakes (ozero in Russian) in the region. These would perhaps be called "ponds"in certain North American dialects. Indeed the sizeable lake formed by the Isets in Yekaterinburg itself is called Prud Verkh-Isetskiy - Upper Iset Pond.

To me it sounds strange that anyone on the run from mortal danger would bother with such hypothetic, hygienic dangers in a pristine Siberian forest.
« Last Edit: January 06, 2018, 06:36:41 PM by Превед »
Березы севера мне милы,—
Их грустный, опущённый вид,
Как речь безмолвная могилы,
Горячку сердца холодит.

(Афанасий Фет: «Ивы и березы», 1843 / 1856)

Offline infanta

  • Newbie
  • *
  • Posts: 3
    • View Profile
Re: Romanov story
« Reply #13 on: January 06, 2018, 06:35:40 PM »
I don't understand what it had to do with what I wrote...

Offline Превед

  • Knyaz
  • ****
  • Posts: 979
  • Мой Великий Север
    • View Profile
    • Type Russian Without a Keyboard
Re: Romanov story
« Reply #14 on: January 06, 2018, 06:47:36 PM »
I don't understand what it had to do with what I wrote...

Well, if you are looking for symbolism in your story, I just thought I'd mention that the street in Yekaterinburg named for the killer Yermakov actually originally and now refers to a supply of clean water. But of course it might not be of interest to you, if you place the characters in your story far out in the forest at this point. However, if you mention the Iset, experienced Romanov romantics will think of some lines in Vladimir Mayakovsky's poem about the execution site. (And coïncidentially it actually starts with a reference to washing.) And if you or your potential readers don't know it, why not get to know it and include a reference to this hauntingly sad and beautiful poem:



The Emperor

I remember –
it was either Easter or Christmas:
everything was washed and then dried
for the celebration.
Along the Tverskaia
in lines stand privates
before the privates – police officers.
The policemen stare obsequiously
at their officers:
"Your Excellency, shall we arrest him?"
The police chief hooks his mustache
behind his ear.
The police officer salutes: "Yes, sir!"
And I see –
a landau is rolling
and in this landau sits
a young officer with a well-groomed beard.
Before him,
like blocks of wood,
four little daughters.
And on their pave-stoned backs
as on our own backs,
his suite follows him
covered in eagles and coats of arms.
And the mighty ringing of the bells
grows thin, a ladylike squeal:
"Hurrah! Tsar Nicholas
Emperor and autocrat of All the Russias!"

The snow covers
the sloping roofs,
it silvers
the telegraph network.
He gripped the cold wire
and was left to hang on it.
The whole of Siberia,
the whole of the Urals,
is covered by the fog of a blizzard.
Beyond the Iset,
where there are mines and cliffs,
beyond the Iset,
where the wind whistled,
the driver of the executive committee
fell silent and stopped
at the ninth verst.

The universe was covered in snow.
You can’t see a thing –
more’s the pity.
And only the traces of wolves’ bellies
follow the track
of wild goats.
Six puds (to make a round figure)
as if in charge of a regiment of cedars is he, -
the snow squeaks
under the feet of Paramonov,
the chairman of the executive committee.
He opens his coat,
he kicks the snow
with his boots.
"Was it here?"
- No, not here.
We’ve passed it! –
Here a cedar
was marked by an axe,
incisions to the root of the bark,
at the root,
under the cedar,
a road,
and under it –
the emperor is buried.
Only the clouds float like flags,
and in the clouds the lies of birds,
raucous and one-headed,
the crows curse.

Many are lured by the rays of a crown.
Welcome, nobility and gentry.
In our country you can get a crown
but only with a mine.

Sverdlovsk, 1928.
« Last Edit: January 07, 2018, 11:25:42 AM by TimM »
Березы севера мне милы,—
Их грустный, опущённый вид,
Как речь безмолвная могилы,
Горячку сердца холодит.

(Афанасий Фет: «Ивы и березы», 1843 / 1856)