Here's so of the last letters that i could find of the four grand duchesses
*Olga*
To Ania Virubova, May 1918
Darling, I take the first opportunity to write you the
latest news we have had from ours in Ekaterinburg
[where her parents and Maria Nikolaievna had already gone].
They wrote on the 23rd of April that the journey over
the rough roads was terrible, but that in spite of
great weariness they are well. They live in three
rooms and eat the same food as the soldiers. The
little one is better but is still in bed. As soon as
he is well enough to be moved we shall join them. We
have had letters from Zina but none from Lili [Dehn, family
friends]. Have Alya [Ania's sister] and your brother
written? The weather has become milder, the ice is out
of the river Irtysh, but nothing is green yet.
Darling, you must know how dreadful it all is. We kiss
and embrace you. God bless YOU Olga.
*Tatiana*
26 January 1918
Hello, sweet Pyotr Vasilievich,
Thank you very much for your two letters. I was very touched that you wrote so much. We are in complete health, thank God, live quietly as before, and strangely enough, so far none among us has fought with anyone else. In the morning we have lessons for two hours, from 9 to 11, walk for an hour, and study for another hour. After lunch we walk again-- usually until 4, and if it's really good weather, then for longer. Before tea, we work or occupy ourselves for a while with something. After tea and before supper there are often rehearsals of some play. We have already put on three. All the same, we're still practicing another little diversion, and it's good for conversation.
A small [snow] hill has been built in our yard. When we get bored with walking back and forth, then we slide down it, and often we take very funny falls. Once Zhilik ended up sitting on my head. I begged him to get up, but he couldn't because he had sprained his ankle and it hurt. Somehow I crawled out. It was terribly silly and funny, but he still had to lie down for a few days because of his ankle. Another time I was going down the hill backwards and banged the back of my head really hard against the ice. I thought nothing would be left of the hill, but it turned out that neither I nor my head burst, and my head didn't even hurt. I've got a hard head, don't I? Eh?
We also had very cold weather with a particularly strong wind-- it sliced terribly at my face. It was very cold in the rooms. In the hall it was 5 30/4 degrees [42 deg. F.]. Not far from Mr. Conrad's. Please console him at least a little bit. Does he get letters from his wife? How can it be that you still haven't gone to the show in the Chinese theater? Oh! What famous things you are missing!
Did Yury Petrovich get my postcard? All the best. We send greetings to his sister, too.
Be well. We send everyone heartfelt regards.
Tatiana.
*Maria*
4/17 May, 1918, Ekaterinburg
[To my Aunt Ella, at Easter: ]He is Risen Indeed!We kiss you, dearest, three times. Thank you very much for the eggs, chocolate coffee. Mama drank her first cup of coffee with great pleasure, it was very good. It's very good for her headaches, and as it happens we hadn't taken any with us. We learnt from the papers that you had been sent away from your convent, and were very sad for you. It's strange that we should all end up in the same province under arrest. We hope that you will be able to spend the summer somewhere out of town, in Verkhoturie or in some monastery. We have so missed having a church. My address: Ekaterinburg, The Regional Executive Committee, To the Chairman for transmission to me. May God keep you + Your loving god-daughter.
*Anastasia*
*A/N, i really could not find Anastasia's last letter, so so so so so sorry*
*A/N, There we go guys my storys is done. thanks for the people who read it thanks*
