“Maria cries unashamedly on my shoulder while I whisper and pet her cheek, but Anastasia grips my other hand and stares fiercely back at our Alexander Palace with her wet blue eyes until it is no more than a lemon-colored speck against the sunrise.” HomeSadnessRussiaRussian RevolutionAnastasiaTsar Nicholas IiOtmaThe Romanovs Book:The Lost Crown Source: The Lost Crown