tragicrussianbeauty:

the-lost-tsarevich:

tragicrussianbeauty:

It was a beautiful Summer afternoon when Olga was walking slowly though gracefully and straight along the pebbled paths of warm Paris. Her lovely sunhat was covering her face, protecting her blue eyes from the sun. She wasn’t really paying attention, instead her mind was somewhere else. At…

Olga blinked several times and once again the which Robert, the man who saved her, would call, false hope whelmed up when she looked in the young man’s eyes, hearing how he said he didn’t know if they did met. The fact he didn’t say right away that they didn’t made Olga swallow once. This handsome young man looked so much like the sweet younger brother she once had and oh how she wanted it to be him. Though she told herself to behave normal, not letting it look awkward because Robert would say that would be dangerous and he would get furious, telling her that he cared about her and that he wanted her to be safe.

Even though Robert saved her life and that she was incredibly grateful, she also sometimes couldn’t trust Robert. He wasn’t afraid to use more then hard words when he was angry. Olga cleared her throat and forced a smile which didn’t look very joyful, better say it looked bitter. “I’m sorry, I must be daydreaming.” She reached her slender hand out to the young man. “My name is Olga.” She softly said, still smiling weakly.

As for her, she never used another name, at least, not the first name. Her last name was different but even though Robert said that she also had to choose another first name, Olga never did because that was the only last thing she had from her so beloved past.

Olga. Good god, she even had the same name as her! Alexei felt a huge pang in his heart as strong as the bullets that ended the lives of his loved ones quicker than he could even blink. The visions of the past, however faint- in dreams and nightmares alike that plagued him in his sleep, in both beautiful and painful memories that would play over and over in his head, and in faces of people he’d encounter, would never stop haunting him. He held on to every single happy memory and longed for the return of them and the loved ones he lost, but there were times when he wished he wasn’t so impulsive with his emotions when it came to these encounters. He was a very bright boy, after all, he just needed some control over himself. 

If this young woman was indeed Olga, he had to not let his emotions get to him and ruin everything. Telling her the truth out of an impulsive, emotional catastrophe had potential to drive her away (especially if she was Olga). Remaining calm was the best thing to do and learning more about the situation before jumping into a conclusion or letting his emotions get the best of him. He lost someone who had a very high chance of being his Nastya making a terrible mistake. This time, he was confident that he wasn’t going to lose what could be his Olya. 

Alexei swallowed hard and let out a sigh and began to speak to her. “It’s quite alright. My name is Alexei. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Olga”. He gave a small bow. 

to-fight-the-tide:

I Had a Dream: Everybody stop and reblog this

dizzy-dreamer-rose:

You see this girl right there? She is a sweet, beautiful young girl. She’s only thirteen years old- she’s just a kid. An innocent, troubled kid. She feels so unloved and I think it’s so unfair that she has to suffer like this and have to deal with so many people who tear her down like that. I think it’s so unfair that she has to suffer and have these thoughts and feelings. The minute she made her suicide goodbye post, my heart couldn’t stop racing. I know I haven’t known her for that long, but I think she deserves a chance to live. She deserves to have a better tomorrow and to grow up to be somebody in her life. I’m so scared for her. My heart won’t stop beating, I can’t even breathe, I’m shaking, and I think I’m going to cry. She needs help. She needs guidance and love. Somebody please stop her from taking her life:

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(Source: malenkaya-rose)

(Source: malenkaya-rose, via to-fight-the-tide)

dizzy-dreamer-rose:

When I first heard this song, every world of it made me immediately think of Anastasia. I tried my best to make the words fit on this video and it took me a while to figure out how to boost the quality. Enjoy! :)

(Source: malenkaya-rose)

Привет, мисс. Я действительно родился в России, и я говорю это очень хорошо. Я был бы счастлив иметь разговор с вами. Вы из России?

tragicrussianbeauty:

ohsoromanov:

Anastasia and Alexei, Livadia. 1911.

“I miss you, Nastya…” 

(via thelostprincessofrussia)

tsarnicholas:

A bunch of Romanov photos.

(via thelostprincessofrussia)

tragicrussianbeauty:

It was a beautiful Summer afternoon when Olga was walking slowly though gracefully and straight along the pebbled paths of warm Paris. Her lovely sunhat was covering her face, protecting her blue eyes from the sun. She wasn’t really paying attention, instead her mind was somewhere else. At…

Alexei walked about the bustling city streets of Paris. He usually took walks to clear his mind whenever he was stressed or depressed and today happened to be a nice day. The sunshine and greenery had always made him feel happier. Today had been a very stressful week so he certainly did need it. He took a deep sigh and looked around the streets- the shops, the people passing by, and the beautiful flowers growing on the ground. Though Paris was a beautiful city and distracting, he still couldn’t get his mind off the events that occurred that week.  

Not too long ago, his sister had crossed paths with someone who could have been of great importance to them. Someone who looked exactly and had a similar background to their lost sister. What he’d give to be reunited with her and the rest of his family, for the matter. As far as he was concerned however, they were dead. You see, Alexei was no ordinary boy, he was the son of the Tsar and Tsarina of Imperial Russia and the heir to the throne, the Tsarevich. Though very young and ill with hemophilia, he was very happy with his caring mother and father and darling older sisters. Unfortunately, they were snatched away from him quicker than lightning. A revolution broke out causing a group of people who were dissatisfied with the way his father ruled the country to invade their home and kill the Tsar and his family. However, Alexei (who was about five years old at the time) and his older sister, Maria were rescued by a soldier and taken to his home. 

For the past ten years, he’d been living with his older sister, the soldier, and his wife. They went by different identities and rarely got out to avoid being found by the Bolsheviks. About two months ago, she managed to work hard for treatment for Alexei’s hemophilia and a home in Paris. They bade their goodbyes and thank yous to the family that fostered them for so long and were grateful to have had help from. Though Alexei was plenty grateful to Maria and loved her with all his heart and soul, he longed for the rest of his family and missed them so much. All he had left to hold on to was a box of photographs he managed to rescue from the palace. 

During their stay at Paris, Maria had met a woman with the exact same name as their dearest little sister, Anastasia who looked exactly like her. They even had similar personalities and a similar background. They never found her remains (or any of his siblings, for the matter, just his parents), so there was a chance that she could be her. When Maria had invited her over for dinner, Alexei recognized those impish blue eyes immediately and had an emotional outburst which drove her away. If he had learned to control his emotions, she would have stayed and perhaps they would have known the truth. How could he have chased her away like that? But perhaps it was all a coincidence and she was not their Nastya. Still though, an opportunity had been ruined. 

His train of thought was suddenly interrupted by a young woman bumping into him. He could not believe what he was seeing. There was something about her that was so terribly familiar. He stood and stared at her awestruck. Those wide blue eyes, the dirty blonde hair, and the dignified look reminded him of his oldest sister, Olga. Why did this keep happening to him? Why did these women who reminded him of his sisters keep coming along? Or perhaps it was just a part of him that did not want to let go of the past seeing things?

He shook his head. “It’s alright, miss. It’s just that you remind me so much of someone I used to know”. The very minute she asked if they’ve met before, he felt a knot in his stomach. “I-I don’t know…” 

the-lost-tsarevich:

asktheliddellvandorts:

Chester: Thanks for the follow! Sorry we don’t do much. Not a lot of people interested in us, apparently.

“You’re quite welcome,” Alexei replied nodding. “Really? You all do seem like very interesting people. Things haven’t been going so…

“Oh no, it’s alright,” he said, showing a weary smile. “It’s very nice to meet you four. I’m glad to hear you all are doing well. If you don’t mind me asking and you don’t find this rude at all, where are you all from? I haven’t seen you around the city before, I’m sure”.