Octobre Rouge, Octobre Blanc

Octobre Rouge, Octobre Blanc

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Février 1914, quand Anna Kurski se fait bousculer par le grand-duc de Russie Dimitri Pavlovitch Romanov, elle ne s'imagine pas que sa vie va basculer. Quelque mois plus tard la guerre éclate, puis la Révolution et la réquisition sépare la famille de Anna amenant les hommes au front. Alors que Anna essayera de tout faire pour protéger la famille impériale et la sienne de la guerre, sa mystérieuse rencontre refera surface pour le meilleur et pour le pire. « Quand l'Histoire et l'Amour se rencontre cela ne peut que exploser » Ps : les faits historiques sont réels et la plupart des personnages aussi mais cette histoire reste quand même tiré de mon imagination.
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Before 1936, I was alone. Russia was in a state of chaos after the Bolshevik takeover at Petrograd. Vladimir Lenin was gaining power at a frightening rate. Outside of Russia, the world was at war with itself. After Archduke Ferdinand's assassination, Europe was plunged into turmoil. Everything was going insane. I wasn't alone in the familial sense. Although my mother died giving birth to my younger sister, Natalia, and my father was one of the ones killed in Petrograd, I still had my sisters. Katyushka was my older sister. She treated me with a maternal gentleness; in fact, it was she who made my scarf, which I still wear to this day. Natalia was my younger sister. She was very attached to me, and some might've called it obsessive, but I didn't blame her. When she was three, I had fallen very ill, and I almost didn't make it. Katyushka soon got over my near death, but since Natalia was so young, her mind never fully recovered. But even with my sisters, I was still alone. I was always trying to find some way for us to scrape by, which led me to spend most of my waking hours away from home. I had very few friends, and the friendships I had were shaky, at best. Whenever I tried to talk to anyone, they would ignore me or push me out of their ways, thinking I was just another street boy. Before 1936, I was alone. ... Under the Same Stars: Book One

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