I am Her Imperial Highness the Grand Duchess Tatiana Nikolaevna of Russia, although you can call me Tatiana. I am the second daughter and child of Tsar Nicholas II (my beloved Papa, Nicholas Alexandrovich) and Tsarina Alexandra Feodorovna of Russia (my dear Mama). I have three sisters; the older Olga, who is my best friend and confidante, the younger Maria who we call Mashka or Marie, and Anastasia our resident "shvibzik". We collectively go as 'OTMA', writing it in our diaries, letters and postcards. I also have a little brother, our Baby, Alexei.
I have dark auburn locks (the darkest out of all we children) and blue eyes-that are far apart like some of my Russian ancestors-that can look grey in certain lights, not hazel or dark amber like some people say. I look more like my Mama's Hessian side like Anastasia and Alexei then that of my Papa's like Olga and Maria, although some have said that at certain angles I look like him.
I am the tallest of we children, although Marie is catching up pretty quickly, and the slimmest. I have been described as 'reserved and "well balanced"' but less spontaneous then Olga.
My favourite perfume is Jasmine de Corse, which is so strong you can smell me from a mile away, so Anastasia has claimed. I have had three dogs throughout my life; Ortino I, who was a gift from my dear Dimitri Malama, Jimmy who was a gift from our dearest friend Anya Vyrobova and Ortino II, who was also from Malama after Ortino I died. During this time Anastasia's faithful furry companion also past on, and she was so upset I gave her Jimmy to cheer her up. I already had been given Ortino II then, and it would be too unfair if I had two dogs and Anastasia had none!
I am known as "Tatiana Nikolaevna", "Tanya," "Tatya," "Tatianochka," or "Tanushka" by family and servants. Being called 'Her Imperial Highness' is embarrassing. Once I was addressed as "Your Imperial Highness" by Isa (Baroness Sophie Buxhoeveden, lady in waiting to my mother) when I was heading a committee meeting that I kicked the poor woman under the table and hissed "Are you crazy to speak to me like that?". I am accustomed to being addressed only by my name and patronymic and was disconcerted by the use of it. So much so that her and my Mama had to tell me that I had to be addressed according to my status when at committees or at public affairs. Now I am used to it in public, but will not stand for any of my servants or family members calling me 'Your Imperial Highness or Your Majesty'. It simply will not do!
I am well rehearsed in piano, but Olga is better we think; she puts so emotion into her playing and can repeat any piece she hears by ear! I think it a dreadful bore, and not into playing like my sister.
In 1917 the Russian Revolution came along. It was a terrifying moment for us all; our beloved Alexander Palace had regular blackouts and we had no communication with the outside world. Then, like God was punishing us in this trying time, Alexei and Olga caught measles from one of Baby's playmates and eventually, Anastasia and I were bedridden with the horrible disease. Maria was the healthiest, and ran about doing chores for Mama with Lili Dehn but according to her, she once found Maria sobbing in the corner of a room from sick with worry for us and Papa who we had not heard from in weeks and stress from being so busy. The four of us were all quarantined to keep Maria from catching the horrible thing, but eventually, while Alexei was near recovery she caught it AND pneumonia. You see, she went out with Mama in the cold to convince the soldiers to stay at the gates. Maria's the strongest out of all of us, but because she was already weakened by measles she became the sickest. We nearly lost her a few times, but God gave her the strength to pull through. Olga had no idea Maria was even ill because she became temporarily deaf!
When she recovered she was finally told of Papa's abdication. We were no longer Grand Duchesses, instead I became Tatiana Nikolaevna Romanova which suited me fine. Before Papa came back the medicine we had been taking to help us recover made our hair fall out, so OTMA had their heads shaved. It was less embarrassing then when I had my hair shaved in 1913 when I picked up typhoid from a glass of orangeade at the Tercentenary celebrations, because this time Olga, Maria and Anastasia also had to go through with it. Alexei followed us a day later.
We were under house arrest at Alexander Palace until Alyosha's birthday in August of 1917. We were moved to Tobolsk for our safety; except for it being a bit less, clean, then our previous home we settled in nicely. Then, in spring of 1918, we were told Papa had to go to Moscow for trial. Mama also went with him, but Maria was taken to help her as I had to stay and run the household in her absence; Olga was too depressed, Anastasia too young and Alexei was injured from sledding down the stairs weeks prior.
We missed the three of them awfully when they left, but when Alexei was well enough again we left to follow them. To our great surprise we found out we were not heading to Moscow, but Yekaterinburg where Papa, Mama and Maria had been taken. It was awful living there, but we had each other.
In the early hours of 17th July, 1918 we were all executed. Papa, Mama, Olga, Maria, Anastasia, Alexei and I were sent up to God alongside our faithful servants. We were made Saints of the Russian Orthodox Church nearly ninety years later.
In the What If? storyline...
Greetings once again!
It's now 1924, nearly eight years since we last spoke. We all survived those dreadful years, but just a little different then before. So many things have changed! Allow me to tell you.
First of all Papa is not the absolute monarch anymore, instead he is the constitutional ruler. Which he is quite happy with, he never wanted to be Tsar in the first place. He is still Emperor but without as much power as before. Mama is rather upset with it, she wanted Alexei to inherit the Russia his ancestors had but things change and with it the future.
Maria was the first out of we girls to marry. She wed her soldier love, Ivashko Tarkhan, in the summer of 1918. I was so surprised that Papa allowed one of his daughters to marry beneath her, but she is very happy and we all knew the younger ones wouldn't marry crown princes anyway so it isn't as surprising as it should be. She is happy so I will be too. She has three children; Natalia (1919), Nicholas (1921) and Grigory (1923). In 1922 Papa changed the succession to include women, and because Maria did not marry into another house our poor Mandrifolie is third in line for the Russian throne after Alexei and dear Kolya. Mashka was and still is besides herself with the thought and prays for Baby to have as many Alexeevich and Alexeevnas to keep them far from it as possible. She thinks she is selfish to think of it but it is quite the opposite. Oh! And no, Grisha is not named after Our Friend!
In 1921, Olga became Princess Alexandra of Wales. Yes, she married Edward (David as we call him) like we all expected. She wasn't very happy leaving her beloved Russia, but she has settled in quite nicely and is getting along quite well with her husband, especially since they had their daughter and my niece, Catherine (1922) and later at Alexei's wedding another daughter, Louise (1924) but we just call her Ella. Thankfully they are both girls. Olga carries the dreaded haemophilia that plagues members of our relatives including dear Alexei that we pray that they only have females. Luckily women can inherit the throne in England if the Heir or King has no sons, so one day we may be looking at a Queen Catherine, my dear British niece!
To our surprise, Anastasia married Crown Prince Leopold of Belgium in 1922. Mama was so proud that her youngest made a royal match, especially since we all thought her and Maria would not marry any future Kings. Anastasie will be Queen of the Belgians, and I had been so horribly jealous. She made the marriage I should have made but I wouldn't have married Leopold, he's too young. I am very proud of her regardless. We thought she would become an actress, so scandalous! In 1923 she gave birth to my nephew and Belgium's future King, Philippe. Hopefully he won't be as mischievous as his Mama!
And last but not least, Alexei proposed to his love Princess Elizabeth of Greece and Denmark and she accepted. They both became husband and wife in October of 1924, and have only just returned from their honeymoon in the Crimea. Already Mama, Woolly's grandmother and Papa's aunt Miechen and Maria are focused on the next big step; children. Alexei suffers from haemophilia, which women can carry and pass to their own children. But in terms of males they suffer from it, like he does. We want him to have a child as quickly as possible to ensure the succession continues through him, but of course all for different reasons. All but Aunt Miechen just want to see Alexei and his children rule. Miechen on the other hand wants a Romanov descended from the Vladmirovichi line to sit on the Imperial throne, and when she could not get it for herself or one of her children she had to look to her grandchildren. Elizabeth surely is her favourite now, I'm sure. I think, and this is where I'm wicked to conjure of such a thought, that she does not really care what happens to Alexei after a child is born. Oh it's horrified to think about! Let's just move on.
Oh now me? Well...
I married my cousin Prince Christopher of Greece and Denmark, or Christo as we call him. Elizabeth's uncle.
As Anastasia would say; 'how in the world did that happen?'. I'm shocked as well! He proposed to me when he visited Russia to be one of Marie's brides-men at her wedding.
It was such a surprise, I had no idea that he wanted to marry me in the first place! Truthfully, I was expecting a proposal by Prince Alexander of Serbia who expressed his desire to marry me in the past, but Christo?!
I asked my poor cousin if he could allow me time to think, and after consulting with the sisters (Olga believed he would make me happy unlike other Princes, Marie was in her own little world babbling on about how he loved me and how sweet it was while Anastasia just laughed at the thought of Cousin Christo in love with me) I agreed to marry him. He looked so happy, but I think he knew that I only accepted to be close to Mama. She needed me!
We married in 1919, and I became Her Imperial & Royal Highness Princess Tatiana of Greece and Denmark, Grand Duchess of Russia. We lived in a house in Tsarskoe Selo, built specifically for us but we regularly stayed in Alexander Palace so I can be closer to Mama.
During a visit to America in 1920, I gave birth to our daughter in Baltimore, Alexandra "Sandra". It was horrifying and painful that I swore I would never do it again, but in 1922 a son is born to Christo and I, Michael. I call him "Misha" but everyone and their mother calls him "Mikhos". He was born in Russia and so is Russian, not Greek!
When 1923 came around, I was not expecting Christo to be offered the Lithuanian throne. A selfish part of me begged the stubborn Christo to consider the offer, as I did not want to be under my Mama's thumb any longer and I wanted to be useful to the people. He accepted because of this and his devotion to see me happy and we became His and Her Majesties King Kristoforas and Queen Tatjana of Lithuania. Misha became Crown Prince and Sandra, their Princess.
Now, to the surprise of others but to the delight of family like my husband and sister Marie, I am a mother of three. After months of struggle (at the last stretch I was confined to a wheelchair and bedrest) our second daughter and Baby, Sofia (Sofija to our people) was born in April, 1925. She was our hardest birth with a whopping 35 hours and at one point the doctors warned my sister that they feared I and/or the baby would not make it. But He touched my heart and allowed me to finally bring our child into this world. She looks more like Maria and Olga, Papa's side of the family, then Christo and I with Mashka's big blue eyes and, to my chagrin, my dear Olya's big head. That was probably the reason why she took so long to arrive!
However, she is not the boy the succession needs unfortunately. As Lithuania follows the Slavic Laws of her Russian cousin she and Sandra will come in line after Misha, who is the only male heir the throne has. Currently. I know sometime in the future we may try again for a boy, but frankly I want it to be a LONG while before we do as it's painful and annoying!
But...Christo sacrificed so much for me and my happiness and so now I'm trying to be a good wife. We are getting along better now, back to like we were before when we were just 'cousins' and that's a start. Hopefully one day there will be a place in my heart for him.
All pictures are manips done by members of the board, courtesy of Marie Nikolaievna.
The Romanovs - One Last Dance
Mashkas Tea Room
Alexei Nikolaevich Tsarevich
Olga of Russia
Christopher of Greece
The Romanovs - One Last Dance
I love this! It's fun to 'see' the little ones enjoy a Romanov tradition, even if it's in another country.
Jan 03, 2020 03:04 amGood Characterisation
Oct 07, 2019 04:59 pmLove seeing Christo's family & learning about palaces!
Jul 14, 2019 12:04 pm