Maria cries unashamedly on my shoulder while I whisper and pet her cheek, but Anastasia grips my other hand and stares fiercely back at our Alexander Palace with her wet blue eyes until it is no more than a lemon-colored speck against the sunrise.

Sarah Miller

Tag: sadness home russia russian-revolution anastasia otma tsar-nicholas-ii the-romanovs

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