My parents were in the employ of the Imperial Family. My father was the trainer of the horses and the grounds keeper. My mother schooled the children and managed the household. It is with the very fondest of memories that I remember my childhood, most especially, the sleigh rides through the country in the winter. One day the army came and the Imperial Family was taken. My father was shot trying to apprehend them. A kindly army captain let my mother and I be released. We made our escape to England and there, secured our passage to America in the year of 1917. The voyage was very long and tiresome for us and before its end, my mother died of influenza. I am happy to be alive and to have arrived safely in America. Nevertheless, I am homeless and alone. Natasha |
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