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So now you can all go and enjoy all of the novel that I’ve been working on for the past year.
I’m sending it out to literary agents who will hopefully then sell it to a publishing company, so if anyone out there is an agent, knows an agent, or knows somebody who knows and agent, I could use all the help I can get.
this is my pitch:
Amidst the bloody turmoil of the Russian Civil War, aspiring doctor Ilya Miloserdov falls in love with a girl who is either the lost princess Anastasia or the witch who haunts the woods of a small Siberian town. Ilya initially set out for Siberia following his father to do humanitarian work, but halfway through the journey east, a robbery ended with his father sacrificing his life. Now a medical assistant in a small, isolated town called Tara, Ilya meets and falls for Anna, a haughty former aristocrat who hunts to feed herself and her hemophiliac younger brother. When someone shares a rumor that Anna and her brother may be the missing Romanov children, he dismisses it. Not long afterwards, the person who told him is murdered, and Ilya finally begins to have doubts about Anna. As Tara dissolves into the chaos of the Civil War, Ilya’s thoughts and emotions go with it. Who is Anna, and why can’t he just leave her?
Olga and Anastasia photographed smoking
That is Maria on the left.
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Approved ceremonial dresses of the ladies of the Russian Imperial Household, 1834.
TSAR WARS Gleb Botkin’s martial fairy tales, draw to enchant the doomed children of Nicholas II, resurface in Virginia
“Around our house we never said, ‘Gee, our grandfather lived in the Russian court, and father used to play with Anastasia,’” says 74-year-old Marina Botkin Schweitzer. “We rarely talked about it.”
The Botkin family’s casual acceptance of their place in history—Schweitzer’s grandfather Eugene served as personal physician to Tsar Nicholas I and his family—nearly resulted in a small, vivid piece of that legacy remaining hidden from the world forever. In the months before the Romanov family—and Eugene Botkin with them—were executed by Bolshevik gunmen in 1918, Schweitzer’s father, Gleb, then 17, had entertained the tsar’s five children with his fanciful drawings of an animal kingdom under siege. “When we were growing up, he called them ‘just funny drawings,’” recalls Schweitzer, who was raised on New York’s Long Island and was a book editor and French teacher before retiring in 1957. “He threw them in with the rest of his junk in his study. I wanted to save them for my children, but sooner or later they would have fallen apart.”
Two years ago friends of Schweitzer’s saw the drawings at her Great Falls, Va. home and suggested she take action to preserve them. Now, Botkin’s drawings and the stories that went with them have been collected in a books called Lost Tales: Stories for the Tsar’s Children. Detailling the adventures of a 12-year-old bear named Mishka who battles monkey revolutionaries in an attempt to restore a ruler to his throne, the stories “read like thinly veiled chronicles of what happened to the Romanovs,” says historian Greg King, who wrote the foreward to Lost Tales. “Gleb managed to capture how the family was feeling and their hopes for the restoration of the monarchy.”
Gleb Botkin did not know the Romanov children intimately, but he related well to them from the start. They met in September 1911, when 11-year-old Gleb and his sister Tatiana, 13, spent 11 days visiting their father aboard the Russian imperial yacht, where Botkin was accompanying the family. “We played with the grand duchesses as if they had been our playmates from earlist childhood,” Botkin wrote in his 1931 book The Real Romanovs, Marie, then 12, and Anastasia, 10, “became particularly interested in a game of my own invention… an interminable story about a planet populated exclusively by toy animals,” Botkin wrote. Seven-year-old Alexis “made me draw several picture books for him wholly dedicated to wars and parades.”
The doctor’s son and the imperial children saw each other periodically thereafter, and in 1917, when political tensions had forced Nicholas to abdicate and the family was living under house arrest in Siberia, Gleb and his family were installed across the street. Since Gleb was not permitted access to the Romanov children, he began making the drawings he knew they liked, “and every day,” says Schweitzer, “my grandfather would put them inside his coat lining and smuggle them back and forth to the family.” In his drawings, Gleb would later write, “all revolutionaries… came to a bad end—to the delight of Alexis and his sisters.”
In the spring of 1918, after Lenin’s Bolsheviks seized power from the provisional government that had replaced the tsar, the Romanovs were moved to Yekaterinburg, in the Ural Mountains. Ever loyal, Dr. Botkin chose to accompany them, leaving Gleb and Tatiana behind. In July 1918, when the Romanovs were herded into the cellar of their Yekaterinburg residence, Botkin went with them.
“It’s so tragic,” says Schweitzer. “My father was only 18 and traveled there looking for them afterwards.” Gleb ultimately escaped to Japan and then New York, where he found work as a commercial artist. He married, raised Marina and her four siblings and wrote eight books, two on the Romanovs, before his death in 1969. He tried once to have his Mishka drawings published, but when they were rejected as “too militaristic,” Schweitzer says, he gave up. Would he be pleased that they are finally getting the attention they deserve? Says his daughter: “He would be tickled pink.”
This is an article written by People magazine in 1997 on Gleb Botkin and his drawings that were smuggle to Olga, Tatiana, Maria, Anastasia, and Alexei during their imprisonment at Tobolsk.
Here is Page One and here is Page Two.
Here you can find The Real Romanovs by Gleb Botkin, and here you can find Lost Tales by Gleb Botkin, with a forward from Greg King.
Anastasia’s Diary.
Fund 601, doc.1156, p.18,Ts.S., May 8,1913, 12.30 p.m.
“…I am in Tatiana’s room. Tatiana and Olga are here… I am sitting and digging in my nose with my left hand. Olga wanted to slap me but I ran away from her swinish hand…”Oct.25, 1914,p.42
“…It’s 9.10 a.m. now. We are waiting for Grigory (Rasputin) to come. Olga is sitting idly and digging in her nose. S he is just a “swine”… I am in a great hurry to write as Grigory is coming soon… He has just come…”Oct.28, 1914, p.44
“…Ortino and Tatiana are running about the room now. Mother is going to receive Maklakov at 9 a.m. and Malama will come, too, which is very pleasant. I took this picture of myself looking at the mirror. It was very hard as my hands were trembling. …I had 7 classes today and tomorrow I am going to have 4 or 5… I am having a Russian class now and Pyotr Alexeyevich is reading Turguenev’s “The Hunter’s Notes” to us…”Jan.30,1915, p.58
“…I taught Ortino to sit up and beg and today I’ve taught her to give her paw and now she can do it. She is so sweet…”March 7, 1915,p.61
“…I’m so grateful to you that you allowed us to use your bath. We bathed there yesterday. It was such fun! I was the first to go. There was much water. I was able to swim around the bath and then jumped down from its sides. It was terrific! Then Maria and I played in the water for some time but, unfortunately,I had to get out soon. Ortino was running about all the time and barking. After that Olga and Tatyana bathes and also enjoyed themselves!.. . Mother has already got in her room the flowers which you like. You know those blue flowers which grow in front of Grandmother’s windows. They have just opened. Tomorrow is Sunday. It’s so good not to have lessons when you can lie about in bed longer than usual… All of us are kissing you including Ortino who is running about here like a mad dog… She is such a dear…”Apr. 7, 1915, p.64
“…We have just finished dinner. Mother is lying and sisters are sitting nearby. Tatyana is out, of course, as usual. Shvybzik and Ortino are lying in Mother’s bed and sleeping. They are such darlings…”Apr. 8, 1915
“…The sun is so warm today. In front of the house there are some white and yellow little flowers and some little daisies but they are few. We’ll have to go and break the ice today with Maria and Nagorny…”601,1156, Apr. 16, 1915, pp.68,69
“…They bring different dishes to taste for Aleksey and we all and Pyotr Vasilievich come and gobble them. They are so delicious. Terrific!… It’s evening now. We’ve just finished dinner and are sitting with Mother. The dogs are running about the room and barking loudly…”601,1156, June 14, 1915, p.74
“…We’ve just had breakfast in the balcony. It was so pleasant. At the service the choir sang “Lord, have mercy upon us!” by Tchaikovsky and we were all thinking about you, Father dear. Yesterday evening we were at Anya’s (Vyrubova). Demenkov, Shvedov and Zborovsky were there, too. We were to rehearse the comic item of the programme. We were dying of laughter looking at the actors… Uncle Pavel will, of course, have tea with us. So dull… When we are at home we sit in the balcony all the time and have dinner there, too… Ortino has rushed into the room and is running about looking for you. When she failed to find you she jumped up on Mother’s lap… I am sitting now and grating carrots and radishes. Very tasty. At 11 a.m. I go to Aleksey’s room and gobble Aleksey’s food samples. Almost all teachers also take part in it. I miss dear Shvybzik (Anastasia’s dog). I still have the cigarettes you gave me and I smoke them sometimes with pleasure and thank you very much. The lilacs are finishing blossoming already…”601,1156, June 22,1915, p.78
“…My and Maria’s bed is in the middle of the room. It’s better to sleep there. We open the window and it becomes very pleasant and comfortable… Sometimes we have classes in Mother’s balcony and once we had to go to the garden while they were leading the wire for the lamp there…”Aug. 26, 1915, p.81
“…I am sitting on the sofa near Aleksey who is having dinner with M. Gilliard and Maria is running about making very much noise. After that we spent some time with Alexey. When we are free we usually do it…”Sept. 4,1915, p.84 ”…In the afternoon we were in our hospital at the concert. There was De La Zari, then 3 people who sang, a young lady who danced, then a young lady who danced and sang. And there was also the little man whom we had seen at Anya’s in winter a long time before. He told such funny stories that everybody was dying of laughter.”
Sept. 13,1915, p.86
“…It’s so disgusting! There lives a mouse in Maria’s and my bedroom. I saw it in the morning and at night I heard it make a scratching noise… Now I am sitting in Mother’s big room and Anya is reading aloud to Mother…”601,1156, Sept. 20, 1915,p.90 ”…Yesterday was Saturday so I had dinner with Mother and stayed with her up to 10 p.m. and we were making an album…”
Oct. 3, 1915, p.92
“…Tell Aleksey that I play the balalaika as well as the sisters…”Oct. 8, 1915, p.94
“…It’s cold and foggy here, but cosy. They have already put the winter window-frames in all the windows but not here…”Nov. 1, 1915, p.96
“…Sisters and I went to the Palace’s hospital to see the concert there. The Tolstoys and a lot of their acquaintances played the balalaikas. Not bad… Olga is having a rest now and Maria is playing the gramophone. I like it…”Nov. 6, 1915, p.98 ”…Nothing is changing here - classes and nothing else but the hospitals which we visit almost everyday. I was sitting in the W.C. and playing the gramo- phone there. It was much more enjoyable. Maria and I still sleep the way we did in summer and don’t want to remove our beds but Mother doesn’t like it, I don’t know why. I think, it’s quite O.K…”
Jan. 5, 1916, p.113
“…Nothing special is happening here. Mother is lying and we usually have breakfast and dinner nearby. But we have tea in the bedroom. We all have pistols now and we like to shoot very much. In the evenings after dinner we go to play in the Corner room where Olga, Maria, Alexey and I hide from each other and then shoot at each other in the darkness, but Alexey is sometimes scared and does not enter the room…”Jan.11, 1916, pp.114,115
“…I have recovered after the bronchitis already. In the mornings before breakfast I usually lie in bed and write or Sasha reads aloud to me. I have breakfast in the playing-room and after that I lie in bed there. Mother comes before tea-time and stays up to 6 p.m. Aleksey was in a very bellicose mood and did a lot of funny things…”Feb.15,1916, pp.118,119
“…Yesterday the three of us, “the little ones” so to say, went to Anya’s hospital and there was a concert there. It was very nice there. A small 10-year old girl danced a Russian folk dance to concertina’s accompaniment. She looked so sweet. I felt a sort of pity for her. De La Zari was there as usual as well as Yu.Morfecy, Sasha Makarov and your friend Lersky. He told such a funny story about a drawing lesson that all tha soldiers cried of laughter. Then he told them a funny story about playing the piano in three different rooms on different floors and how it all sounded for someone who listened. It was also very funny and finally he told them about the Zoo… Olga and Tatiana were in their hospital at that time and also saw a concert there. The Ferzens, the Bezobrazovs, some young ladies and a lot of other people were playing the balalaikas there…”601,1156, March 5,6, 1916,p.120
“…Maria asked me to tell you that the Tower was very good and that (…) poured rotten water on it which they took from the small pond near the Tower. Sidor was very funny when he gave it orders where and how it was to function. Fyodorov did not forget his duty either and gave orders to everyone…”March 11, 1916,p.122
“…Aleksey rarely comes to the Tower. We walked a lot there yesterday. They carried lumps of ice up the Tower. One lump was as big as Aleksey and very broad so they could hardly carry it up the ladder. They slipped and fell down. Fyodorov shouted loudly and gave commands standing on top but fortunately they didn’t break the lump…”March 31, 1916,p.125
“…Maria and I are playing musical instruments together now. She is playing the piano and I am playing the balalaika. It sounds good but it’s better when we play with Olga…” Apr.4,1916, p.127. “…We don’t have classes this week but Alexey does have them because he is naughty when he has nothing to do…”May 27, 1916, pp.134,135
“…The weather is still nasty, it rains every day, but we still have breakfast and tea in the balcony…”601,1156, May 31, 1916, p.137
“…I am listening to your and Alexey’s letters eagerly at hors-d’oevres and breakfast. Sorry I am using a different colour of ink now but I am writing in Mother’s room…”June 24, 1916, p.146
“…Maria and I have just been lying on the grass in front of the balcony… Yesterday the four of us made a fire and jumped over it. It was wonderful…”July 3, 1916, p.149
“…Today they will show films to the wounded in the Manege. I am very happy as we all go and Mother, too… Maria and I rock in the hammock sometimes and she overturns me each time and I fall down right on my face…”July 17, 1916,p.150
“…There’ll be christening of Loman’s grandson at 2 p.m. and Mother will be there as she is his Godmother and we four will accompany her to make a crowd…”Aug. 12, 1916, p.156
“…It’s 9.30 a.m. now. We’ve just had tea and now I am writing to you. I’ll have a class soon and shall finish the letter there…”Aug. 16, 1916, p.171
“…In the evenings Olga and Maria and I sometimes ride our bicycles about the rooms at full speed. Olga tries to catch me up or vice versa. We fall down some- times but are still alive. The lessons are over and I am going to have breakfast (she is using a German word for “breakfast” written in Russian) with Mother and sisters though I don’t know if they have come back.”Oct. 31, 1916, pp.175,176
“…Yesterday we were at the concert in the Grand Palace. They celebrated the second anniversary of their hospital. It was rather nice there. Your friend Lersky was there. Mother saw him for the first time and liked him… Olga’s cat is running about here now. I think she has grown up and looks rather nice…”Nov. 9, 1916, p.179
“…I am writing to you between the classes as usual. Olga’s cat is running about here all the time but now she can be heard as she is wearing a little bell on her neck with a blue ribbon…”Feb.25,1917, p.188
“…I am sitting in a semi-dark room now with Olga and Tatiana (they are ill with measles)… We have breakfast upstairs in our classroom. Only Mother, Maria and me. Very nice…”
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Tsar Nicholas II of Russia; his daughters Grand Duchess Tatiana, Grand Duchess Maria and Grand Duchess Anastasia; Anna Vyrubova and a sailor from Standart after playing a match of tennis (1913).
In October 1916 the five children of Nicolas II visited their father at the headquarters of the Russian army. Two years later Nicholas and his family will be executed…
Princess Irina Alexandrovna the day of her marriage to Prince Felix Youssoupov
Happy Birthday Grand Duchess Anastasia!
I love how she always had a look of mischief in her eyes.
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