| Surprise for Sister; Olga && Alexei | |
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| Alexei Nicholaevich Romanov | Nov 4 2010, 10:27 PM Post #1 |
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I speak those words, today, that come only once, born in the spirit. Bees hum on white chrysanthemum: there’s the must of an old sachet. And the room, with its thin windows, preserves love, remembers the past. Over the bed a French script flows: it reads: ‘Lord have mercy on us.’ Those saddened marks of so ancient a tale, you musn’t touch my heart, or seek to… I see bright Sèvres statuettes grow pale: even as their lustre grows fuller too. A last ray, yellow, heavy, Set on the dahlias’ bright bouquet, and I can hear viols playing, a piano’s rare display Anna Akhmatova, Vecher (Evening) – 1912 ~*~ The sky was grey that early September morning in St. Petersburg. Before long they would be removed out of the city to go to Spala, Poland, to the hunting lodge they usually visited in the fall and Alexei found himself looking forward to it with the kind of anticipation only a young boy can mount. However, he still had several more days at Tsarskoe Selo to get through before they would be able to leave. That morning, however, he at least had something to do that did not involve boring lessons. He was starting to like his French tutor, Pierre Gilliard, a little bit more now, but that didn’t mean he enjoyed spending his time cooped up in the palace doing lessons when he was perfectly healthy for once. Luckily, he’d gotten released from that torture this morning through his father’s permission. He had a surprise for Olga and he would be allowed to skip his lessons that morning (and should have her back to the palace in time for hers and Tatiana’s so she wouldn’t be upset) to take her to see his surprise. He’d thought long and hard about what he would do. Soon enough it would be her birthday and he’d wanted to do something special. It was this knowledge that led him along one of the darkened corridors of Alexander Palace that morning in order to fetch his sister. She might not even be awake yet – it was very early. He looked at one of the clocks and noted 7 in the morning. He quietly entered the room which the ‘Big Pair’ shared. Tanya was sleeping still as was Olya – he could see their forms buried under covers in their cots. He grinned, “Oliishkkaa” He whispered, stringing out the diminutive a bit and moved across the room to sit on the end of Olga’s cot. “Vstani!” (get up!) He demanded with “bothersome little brother” air and a grin on his face. He gave a shake with one hand, still sitting on the end of the cot. |
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| Olga Nicholaevna | Nov 4 2010, 10:45 PM Post #2 |
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Dreams, sometimes, were equally as nice as her own life. Olga wasn't prone to nightmares and such - she would dream peacefully, and sleep well enough in her camp cot - that same camp cot that some of the Romanov girls scorned. It was unlike a Grand Duchess to sleep it such a thing and make her own bed - particularly when she was the daughter to one of the world's richest men. The thin cotton sheets covered her well enough to where she wouldn't become cold in the drafty, high ceilings of the palace apartments, though with it still being warm outside, she would be able to remain cool enough. “Oliishkkaa” The voice entered her dreams, soft at first and echoing softly. It sounded so familiar...slightly childish and soft, like a girl or a small boy... “Vstani!” Blinking her eyes slightly, Olga was lucky to not have to worry too much about a sudden and sharp flow of light into her lazy, maladjusted eyes that still clung to the heaviness and potency of sleep. Slowly, lazily, she got up, her chestnut blonde hair strewn against her shoulders. As her eyes began to adjust to the living world around her, she noticed the familiar small child that was her brother. Alexei. "What is it?" Olga's asked in whispered tones. "Is there something important happening?" |
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| Alexei Nicholaevich Romanov | Jan 18 2011, 11:00 AM Post #3 |
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Alexei grinned when he saw Olga begin to open her eyes. He was still perched on the end of the bed, in fact, sitting rather like a cat might perch in a window to watch a bird, right on top of her feet. He had leapt up and now teetered there somewhat awkwardly – the cot being somewhat small and, thus, not very good for leaping on. He was lucky he was still small enough for it to make little difference that he had leaped on it. Someone older or bigger would likely have collapsed the cot entirely and how poor a wakeup call would that have been! He shot a look across the room to make sure he hadn’t woken Tanya. He didn’t want to disturb her. He was actually make an effort to be a little man this morning rather than a ‘bratok’. “There you are!” He exclaimed when his sister finally opened her eyes. “Dobroy Utro!” (Good Morning). He continued on, chattering happily. Alexei truly was generally a cheerful child if a little serious, when he wasn’t injured anyway, and the surprise he had planned and all the trouble he had gone to arrange it made him even moreso than he generally might have been. Alexei beamed at her and reached forward to push her thick blonde hair out of her eyes, arranging it with careful, gentle fingers. He scooted upward still rather crawling all over her, but it didn’t matter so much. She was bigger than he anyway! “Of course something is going on! I have a surprise for you.” He said, continuing to brush the tangles out of her hair with gentle fingers the way a small child will do for a big sister. “But you’ve got to get up! And don’t wake Tatianochka!” Of course he didn’t realize that his stage whisper was far from good enough to avoid waking her – but it was the thought that counted anyway. “We should be kind and let her sleep! Come on!” He grasped the cover and threw it back seamlessly despite that the chill in the room would be rather accosting. At this age, however, he never noticed things like that. |
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| Olga Nicholaevna | Jan 18 2011, 09:15 PM Post #4 |
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Alexei's grinning like a Cheshire cat quickly demonstrated to Olga that not only was her youngest sibling in good condition, but he was also in great spirits. His typical playfulness had returned in full force, and he wanted Olga up quickly for his own purposes. It was always a blessing, no matter how irritating the younger brother could be, for him to be well and be in such a marvelous mood. He was the darling of the family for a reason - whenever his spirits were high, the entire family's mood was buoyant. There wasn't a care in the world and a single thing that could upset them, just as long as Baby was well. But if he had a spell of bleeding, when his shining light had been blocked by the clouds of his illness, the entire house was awash in melancholy, with their sick mother pushing herself further so that her son could be well. She would practically collapse when the ordeal was over, and would be down for weeks on end. So for this, a surprise for her? And not to wake up Tatiana? She was intrigued to say the least. Slowly rising up, she fixed her gaze on her brother, especially when he pulled the sheets off of her, allowing the chilly palace air to sting her body - clothed only in a thin nightgown and her undergarments underneath that. As her thin, bare feet hit the frigid floor, she went to pull out her outfit for the day - an outfit that was already selected for her. Of course, she always had to match her sister. |
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| Alexei Nicholaevich Romanov | Feb 22 2011, 10:45 AM Post #5 |
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Alexei waited impatiently for Olga to dress. He sat on the edge of her cot and bounced up and down on it lightly, causing it to jiggle, though he was still small enough to keep the thing from actually falling over as would have happened if he was a little bit of a larger child. Obviously, cots weren’t exactly meant for jiggling and jumping around on, but he wasn’t paying a good deal of attention to that. He would have liked to have used it as one of those new fangled jumping things he had heard about. However, there was not enough springing-ness to a cot to really lift him and he didn’t want to slide off of it and injure himself. He would remind himself to try such antics with the springy beds in the sickroom which were true beds rather than cots. He grinned at the prospect, but pushed it to the back of his mind. He waited for Olga to finish dressing. It always amazed him how long his sisters – well and girls in general- could take getting ready for things. He never took long to dress himself. This morning he was wearing his Standart uniform along with its matching cap, one of his favorite ensembles. He was usually dressed in uniform, he didn’t much remember a time before that had been his daily dress and he fully expected it always would be. Once Olga had finished dressing he smiled at her. “You look pretty.” He complimented honestly as he offered her his hand. “Allow me to escort you downstairs m’lady.” He murmured with a giggle. He had tried to keep a straight face but it didn’t work so well. Alexei led her down the stairs to the dining room where he had set up a small table for tea. It wasn’t done nearly as well as if a servant had laid the table settings: the table cloth was a little crooked, the chairs didn’t quite match, and neither did the silver and crystal coming from separate sets which didn’t go together, but it still looked nice – and a lot of effort for a boy his age. There was a steaming samovar, Russian teacups, a small container of cream and milk, another of lemons, another of sugar – so she could choose how she wanted to take her tea that day. There was also a plate of blini and a few English style pastries she could choose from. “But before we leave I invite you to join me at breakfast.” He said, his voice sounding oddly formal and thus funny. |
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