A Forgotten Past

Chapter 5: A Silver Spoon

    A day ago, nobody Franziska Anna was a peasant. All of the sudden, I was the Grand Duchess Anastasia of Russia, the youngest daughter of Tsar Nicholas II of all the Russias. Even if I wasn't talking to anyone, I made sure that everyone knew who I was. I remember that it was around two months after I came out that I started to answer questions.

I told the doctors that my life was very simple at the palaces. I told them that when my father abdicated the throne and the guards came, our life was simplified even more. Back in the mansion in Ekaterinburg, of which we were only able to use eight rooms, we had been through something horrific. I was sure that the doctors had known the story that I was not willing enough to talk about.

¨Oh yeah? You are the surviving grand duchess?¨ they would ask. All I would do is nod.

¨How did you escape then?¨ another would ask with sarcasm.

¨What? You don't believe me?¨ came out of my rapid mouth every time. It was clear that they did not believe me. It was even clear that I was who I said I was. How could one not know? Was it not clear that the reasoning for me not wanting to talk about the incident was because it was too painful for me to talk about? Was it not clear that some of the memories were not as clear as others due to being butted in the head by the back end of a rifle?

¨How come you do not speak Russian?¨ was a question that came and went the most often. It was a hurtful language to me. It was the language that we were forced to speak when in captivity. It was the language that was spoken the most among my family and I the most, even before captivity. It reminded me of my family, but those sweet dreams turned into the nightmares too soon.

The humiliation that we were put through was terrible. I vaguely remember the pictures that the soldiers drew. They were on every wall. It was impossible to not see them. They were of my mother, Alixy, and a holy healer by the name of Rasputin. To put it politely, there were some unholy things going on with the two in the pictures.

Eva thought that he was behind the whole massacre. She thought that he was secretly a Bolshevik who happened to be a monk. She thought that the Bolsheviks used him to get close to my family and get inside their head. I asked her then why did they kill him. She said that they killed Grigori because they had felt as though he had done his job and that he was dangerous to the party. I do not believe her. Rasputin had done well to our family. He was like a silver spoon.

Nobody likes the lowest point on the main side of the spoon when the spoon is too deep. But because the spoon is silver, our family was pleased with it. If our family only had that one spoon, we could have made money off of it by selling it. It would have been helpful to us.

Most of Russia and nobles hated him because they thought he was becoming too powerful. We did not think so. We thought he was one of the most helpful persons in the world. We were so grateful for him. He healed my brother, the youngest of all of us. Rasputin could stop the internal bleeding my brother suffered from. He could heal anything and anyone without even giving them any medications. He believed that medicine only made things worse.

Just the thought that he would do anything like that made things worse. He would never. All he did was heal people. He was so caring and kind. Why would anyone think anything of him doing such a thing? He was no Bolshevik. If he was, maybe spending so much time with us helped to change his mind. Some times, he would be allowed in the room of my big sisters, Olga and Tatiana. They would always be giggling at things he said. The governesses did not approve of him being in their room. But he was so harmless. He was so endearing. There was nothing to worry about. It was not like he was going to rape them with the door wide open.

There were rumors that he was not the cleanest silver spoon around. It was spread around that he drank too much vodka. It also went around that he slept with a lot of women. Honestly, it all grosses me out. I guess it was the rumors that always kept him from ever being a gold spoon.

*A/N: Hey guys! I know this is a short chapter, but I could not think of anything else to write in this part. I will continue with the next chapter of he life. Thank you so much for understanding!*