and for the testimonies: I'll make it a bit shorter , I'll quote only one, because it is very long and I have to translate
I'll check just the most interseting things:
Direction of the central "brigad" (don't know how to translate this word, sorry) of the police
"Me, A.C.C., from the town C., district I, born in this town and living street Ch. D., declares:
I lived in Russia from 1917 to april 1918, where I worked for the war ministery and for the french military mission, it made me traveled to different places: Arkhangel, Petrograd, Riga, Kharkov, Moscow, Simferopol, Sebastopol, Vologda, Ekaterinburg, Kiev and Odessa. During those trips I met a lot of Russian officers from the Tsar's army.
Back in Rumania, I had an intervention surgical and entered, the 27 November 1918, at the Philantropia Hospital, and left a few time after. One day I was sit on a bench on the Victoria's place, not far from this hospital, and a Polish native man, a good friend that I met in Russia, where he was soldier in the bolshevist army, came close to me.
I knew him as Stanislaw.
He was a normal tall, had chatain hair and a scar at the left eye.
In Russia, he ever called me "Pan" as I also called him.
But I know for sure his name was Stanislaw Mishkevich.
We talked together a moment, then he asked me if there were bolshevics in Rumania
I answered no there are not and there will never be. As he knew in Russia I belonged to the Cadets party, he told me he had something to say to me, something secret and who had to stay secret. He asked me my parole of honor to be mute, and told me that if I don't, I would be kill and my familly too.
When I gave him my parole, he started to explain that him, Stanislaw, had in his home someone badly injured and he wanted to take this person to Bucarest to put her in a hospital. But it couldn't be a military hospital.
I told him to go to the Dr Gerotta's sanatorium, even if it was expensive. He said he didn't care, he had enough money, but the secret had to stay secret. I told him that if it wasn't about a crime , he could feel tranquil, because in Rumania we were very free.
He told me :" but if the injured person... is a woman... I could make people believe she is a man?" I answered it was impossible. Then, my friend Stanislaw, with tears in his eyes, told me the truth:
" I have under my protection a woman from the Tzar's familly murdered by Yurovsky, the fat and brutal worker. Yurovsky killed only the Tzar, the Tzarina and one of their daughter. The other members of the familly were killde by soldiers. I saved one of the girl. I want to go to her, with a friend, in the town I left her, near Odessa, in the Nicolaev direction, and bring her here. I want to save her from bolshevics, who would kill me if they knew what I did."
Then I asked him how he managed to save her. He answered that Yurovsky, the fat and brutal bolshevic, killed the Tzar, the Tzarina and one of their girl, put them in a lorry "packard", brought them in a forest not far from here, where he burnt them, for the Kolshakt's army, who came close from Ekaterinburg, can't find them. Among the others members of the Tzar's familly, he saved a young girl and took her in a small car to Nicolaev-Odessa. She was injured at the head and on her face, because she received "coup de crosse" (please someone translate?)
We seperated without he took a decision, I waited for a letter from here but never received nothing.
I've read in a newspaper from Bucarest that Miss Sp, living at the hotel Splendid, came to Bucarest to learn more about grand duchess Anastasia, that my friend Stanislaw saved. I wrote to this woman that I could learn to her some details on this subject. µThose details are the ones I'm tellin here.
