A Century Turns: Soviet Union's Life Expectancy: I

Chapter 1: The End of the Eastern Gilded Age

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'Twas thrice yon 'ere time clichés galore, albeit, one two many times, that fairy tale's opening wouldst hitherto a harp. History, the effects of narratives indulgences of a period, like an opening performance as a harp is being tuned then it's time to play expressively to narratives who hear a fiddle. History emerges to a gridlock, then it lies and waits for its prey tomorrow, to give its due. It forces off and reloads it with narratives for in this approach all is done kosherly being formal and beliefs necessitate reassurance. The earth learns that history never replicates itself, just the hereafter and those that are uncovered. Some inequalities are constant and relatively taxing to the accountants who are toiling the timepiece, sort of speak, it is fate that reprises since narratives are an irritant bent on annihilation ergo it reinvents itself a new chapter hoping that the old will catch up and take part but the past feels it lacks motivation, hence, it too reinvents itself, a better way, an effective outlook, they repeatedly say that the results are quite promising, with that on the table, why change history.

Tsar Nicholas Romanov II, and Tsarina Alexandra Romanov, were the crown heads of state for The Russian Empire. Their Imperial Highnesses, the four daughters of The eldest was Grand Duchess Olga Nikolaevna, born November 15, 1895. Olga was going to maybe marry Prince Carol of Romania, but Olga didn't want to leave Russia. The second sister, Grand Duchess Tatiana Nikolaevna, born on June 10, 1897, was close like a pair of friends, and being that they were the two eldest, they were nicknamed 'The Big Pair.' Tatiana was considered the most regal of the girls and carried herself rather ceremoniously. There was little wonder as to why world monarchs wanted her to marry their sons. Serbian King Peter I wanted Tatiana as a bride for his younger son, Prince Alexander, but her father, Tsar Nicholas II, politely told him that she was too young to marry, so that ended but she did extend her chances at marriage that involved a couple of men from the military. Of course, rivaling sisters, the third sister, Grand Duchess Maria Nikolaevna, born on June 26, 1899, and lastly, the fourth sister, Grand Duchess Anastasia Nikolaevna, born on June 18, 1901, and they were nicknamed 'The Little Pair.' Their only son, Crown Prince Imperial Alexei Nikolaevich, Tsarevich of Russia (Heir Apparent to the Russian Empire). He had hemophilia, an inherited bleeding disorder in which the blood does not clot properly. He had inherited it from his mother Tsarina Alexandra, and she had inherited it from her maternal grandmother, Queen Victoria, of the British Empire.

'Ere gloams momentous entry into their shortened existence, rumors had run amock throughout the palace grounds, and untold lies concerning their father surfaced and steeped into the tender ears of those who replaced 'The Little Pair.' In the final interim of the two eldest girls, seen as an act of redemption yet more so of proving their souls' worth, they professionally nursed the monarch's growing casualties and lacked loyalties. Flagrant disrespect by palace staff and amongst the guards of the palace itself, as the officers feared that their lives, as well as, the lives of the Imperial family, that the palace grounds were no longer a true haven that was free from harm, by the time mentioned, it be over and above threatening, than on the battlefields itself.

Young Crown Prince Imperial, Alexei, Heir Apparent to the Imperial throne of Russia, has been diagnosed as a hemophiliac, shouldering that and other issues of state wore down heavily upon his Imperial Majesty Tsar Nicholas II of the Russian Empire. Formidable forces mount a considerable campaign against the monarchy that appears weakened due to a series of misfortunes, indecisiveness, and setbacks. It was rumored that King George V of the British Empire had thought of his cousin and his family, Tsar Nicholas Romanov II, a bit uppity--pish posh on a rather grand scale. According to the Palace staff, claims 'twas naught a rumor, but it was all too valid. It recurred when his cousin Tsar Nicholas II, asked if he and his family could seek asylum and safe passage to the British Empire. It was denied. By then the revolutions were rippling like an unstoppable wave as the monarchy fell victim to their traitorous troops. The Russian Provisional Government replaced Tsar Nicholas II, in the February Revolution in 1917 thereby toppling the Russian Empire, which was founded on November 2, 1721, by Peter the Great, and ruled as Imperial Russia for two hundred years. The Soviet Union had its roots later in the October Revolution of 1917.

The Bolshevik Revolution conquered the Russian Provisional Government during the consolidation duration 1917-1921, comprehended as the War of Communism. In July, sometime in the late night of the 16th and the early morning of the 17th, 1918, the Imperial Romanov family was executed. Their bodies were first stripped and then riddled, and mutilated by grenades and bayonets. It was to avoid any plausible identification processing should their bodies ever be exhumed. A night of drunkenness amongst the uneducated types makes a rather conspicuous fallback that is easily faulted on short-sightedness. Those who were brutally executed by that squadron made up of those partially sobering drunkards were Tsar Nicholas II, his wife, Tsarina Alexandra, their four daughters, Olga, Tatiana, Maria, and Anastasia, and their son, the Crown Prince Imperial, Alexei, age 13 years. They along with their family physician Dr. Botkin and the family's three domestic helpers, Anna, a lady-in-waiting; Alexei, a footman; and Ivan, a cook.

'Twas months later until these horrid events had happened. The Imperial family was being held in seclusion all those preceding months. Shortly after the monarchy fell, the family and their entourage were taken to Alexander Palace south of St. Petersburg and were imprisoned there. In the aftermath of the October Revolution of 1917, they were all moved to Tobolsk, Siberia. Finally, sometime in the mid-1918, they were all moved to Ipatiev House, nicknamed, 'The House of Special Purpose,' in Yekaterinburg, Russia, near the Ural Mountains. Here at the Ipatiev House, where the executions took place. Only a handful knew of their whereabouts at any given time. It was well into the year 1918 that the world learned of the Imperial family's passing and that the new constitutional government refused as to the final location of their remains was to be. In 'Jolly Ole England', 'twas naught so jolly for King Georgie. That decision made by King George V of England, upon reflection, he deeply regrets. After learning of their demise and how it was set upon them forthwith and the horrendous measures in the aftermath, King George V said it was unforgivable of him and that nobody knew what sort of people rose against the Russian monarchy furthermore, capable of committing the heinous act set upon The Imperial Household of Russia whereto, such acts were put to the shallows of human indignation.

In the Fall of 1922, a road just before Koptyaki Forest of a few leaves slights in colors like an Autumn Wicket, it still welcomes soulless soles. The woods are affecting its naturalness handling sealed in an inlay of acquiescent mist. Stillness coerces visibility crisscrossing of the woods itself. Most are imposing stances that are statuesque. Then there are the awkward slanted types ready for the fall, as opposed to those that had tasted the falling. In its wake of woods that lay hitherto about, one can hear the words of the silent ones. While the ground is disturbed apiece, voices preeminate from beneath the wooded masque. The long tale overly spread throughout a country still grasping the violent changes some years past. The murky gloom of the forest hangs its bony fingers grasped around its naked noose in the open for it is too tired for secrets and finally put an end to the gossiping rumors for all time. Beyond the natural misty veil, spreads a valley of vital forms well gingered and its fields of companions full of niceties.

Common birds mingle in great numbers, yet most stay within their prejudices. Subtle breaks are acts of waywardness caused by fluctuating an overwhelming of breeds crossing at equal levels. The play evolves above an open fielded area hosted by two young women of reasonable distance from each other. The one ahead voices that hails the lollygagger, "Mind you that our mother waits for us as we hold her at bay for the foodstuff that we carry." "I know that, but everything here and there bears a joy of nature being so much alive, like that above the clearing you can see them scattering, those birds aloft." "Okay, I'll give it a while as it is rather refreshing, and hearing those birds tweeting and chirping, how defining. You were right about getting all of nature while you can and whenever you can."

"It's just--well, it's because we're too close to that wooded area over there--you know what I'm talking about." "It's an awful thing that they did there." "Everybody knows about what happened there. The entire imperial Romanov family is lying over there somewhere after their executions." "The girls were more to our aging, the boy a tad younger, of course, but the rampant rumors that he, the crown prince imperial, was kept alive, separated from the others, who were all executed at the same time. If the newly formed government were not acceptable, then the crown prince would become the next to rule accepted by the people. There will be a return to the Russian Empire with him being a puppet ruler." "I fear if the boy is alive--oh, he'd be older now. Then my fear will be certainly realized, that he's not the sort who'd be receptive to being a puppet."

"And with that said, let's get on home." Those were the words that implored their return, the girls pivoted and departed for their home in the bordering town of Liverpul. As they exited closing in on the edgings of town, resounding in reflections they were, apiece to their own, separated between the delights of a forested vigor that they beheld that day, as well the years of endless days and sweetened nights of simple naps and soothing slumber, offsets the painful grief of being denied the right to live, coupled with the fact that death will be certain to those you have grown up with, those you have wept, laughed, and loved with. Their unhappiness momentarily hangs in trees as wrapped leaves do what leaves do, fall earthwards and be receptive to whatever shadow lies in wait. The forest is visited by a Buran--a wind that blows from the northeast. It is darting for its master in the West, it heads for Georgia; the temperatures are plunging. It exposes the fickleness of winter, which will be upon them, but a cold front seems to be coming from the west. The nature of the Buran is that it is only a wind that comes from the northern and eastern areas. One may deduce rightly that it hails directly from Siberia. It found its master who's uninterested whereas, presently finds it quite irritable.

One centered on ideas is setting up his agenda. He already has favorable eyes for one whom he trusts will lead his ideals forward. Sadly, it will be for naught and much to his regret, and more so to his legacy. Unfortunately, he will naught be around much longer as his ailment will have the best of him. We now leave it to fate and the multitude beyond measure that will be sadly affected. Though we know much too well of the outcome, ergo, the events that must follow will be even more devasting than what had just happened. Mayhaps I spoke too soon, the investigator's conclusion reports submitted state that 11 deaths were involved, at Ipatiev House in Yekaterinburg, Russia. The methods were regicide, mass murder, extrajudicial killings, and execution-style. Perpetrators were Bolshevik revolutionaries under Yakov Yurovsky on instructions from the Ural Regional Soviet.

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