The Passion of Marie Romanov Quotes

“We inhabit our lives a moment at a time.”
― Laura Rose, The Passion of Marie Romanov

“One morning, soldiers shot a swan; they routinely hunted our tame Palace Park deer. No one ever knew what happened to our pet elephant.”
― Laura Rose, The Passion of Marie Romanov

“Voiced fear has an excellent chance to be realized, we all know that—it tempts the demons.”
― Laura Rose, The Passion of Marie Romanov

“I was not a soldier; I was a factory worker drafted to be a guard at ‘the ‘house of special purpose’. I did not have reason to kill any of the Romanovs. Most of the young guards, the other boys from the factory, felt as I did. We did not hate the Imperial family; to the contrary, we regarded them with respect. Many of the boys still held to the religious belief that the tsar was divine, an emissary of God himself. In the case of the young grand duchesses; we had never seen such beautiful girls. Even the house maids liked the girls as the sisters did not put on any airs but even assisted the maids in their housecleaning duties. The grand duchesses darned their own socks and made up their beds. All save the eldest sister, the sad looking blond one, were open and friendly. I speak for most of the boys who guarded the four grand duchesses when I say the last thing on this earth that we wished was to harm these girls. Kill them? It was unthinkable. I was 17 when I began my guard duty at the great house once known as the Ipatiev Mansion, but which the Bolsheviks renamed ‘The House of Special Purpose.”
― Laura Rose, The Passion of Marie Romanov

“Together, as a foursome, we had seven hundred dresses, three hundred pairs of shoes, two hundred coats, one hundred hats, uncounted waists, skirts, camisoles, corsets, bloomers, and stockings.”
― Laura Rose, The Passion of Marie Romanov

“One morning, soldiers shot a swan; they routinely hunted our tame Palace Park deer. No one ever knew what happened to our pet”
― Laura Rose, The Passion of Marie Romanov

“Amongst my sisters, I was certainly “the Russian girl”. Tatiana could have been Parisienne in her reed-thin elegance; Olga (we dare not say this) is Germanic in appearance—the protuberant forehead, milky-blue eyes and stubborn set to her squared jaw, her phlegmatic moods. Anastasia? My Shvybz is without any identity but that of an elf! Her spirit is too light for earth; she came from faeries. When we play Peter Pan at the Wendy House on our Children’s Island, Shvybz is well cast as Tinkerbelle. Alexei, of course, was always Pan. Mama, we joked, was Mrs. Darling. For all her love of Russia, Mama dresses, sounds, and decorates like an Englishwoman. Papa and I are Russians to the heart and bone. As”
― Laura Rose, The Passion of Marie Romanov

“In Russia, perhaps truth and tragedy were always intertwined.”
― Laura Rose, The Passion of Marie Romanov