Only the good die young...or do they?
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July 17th, 1918 - Gunshots are fired, screams are heard, and Russia's last Tsar crumples to the ground. Yakov Yurosky is confident his plan to destroy the Romanov family has succeeded. But what happens when ba...
Anastasia awoke the next morning to see Maria standing in front of the dresser mirror, already dressed, brushing her hair.
"How did you sleep?" Maria asked as she pinned her hair up.
"Pretty good." Anastasia smiled, ready to explore more of the house.
After breakfast, the girls had free time until lunch, which was served at twelve-thirty. They choose to explore the six hundred acres of lawn on the estate. They rushed into the courtyard, which featured a wonderful display of nature.
Old oak trees gave nice shady spots to retire from the hot spring sun. Bushes cut in organized designs bloomed beautiful red and pink roses, filling the air with a sweet aroma. Birds chirped happily, filling the air with a song.
Anastasia, who was carrying her camera, showed the developed photo she had taken of her sister inside.
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(This photo was taken between 1914-1916 but pretend this was taken after at Sandringham!)
The girls walked further into the courtyard, which seemed to go on for miles until they found themselves in a parterre, an elaborate maze-like array of tall bushes.
They walked through the parterre and found themselves in front of a big lake shrouded with willow trees, their leafy vines stretching down toward the water. Pairs of swans nested on top of the water, their feathers blowing in the breeze. Lily pads also bobbed up and down with each carrying current.
"Wouldn't it be grand to swim in it!" Anastasia bent down to take off her shoe.
"Nastasia!" Maria scolded as her sister took off her other shoe. "Please don't! Another day!"
"Hmpf."
The girls traveled on, coming across a large willow tree.
"This is quite a place!" Maria sighed as she sat down on a root.
"It's beautiful! I like it here!" Anastasia picked up a stick and began to swing it around like a sword.
After relaxing for a few minutes, Maria stood up."I think we should go now. It's almost time for lunch. We wouldn't want to be late."
"You always don't wanna be late, Mashka! I don't want to-"
"Come on!"
Anastasia ran out from under the tree, her signature pout on her face. As the girls walked, Maria showed Anastasia the photo she had taken of her.
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