Anastasia Page #2

But if I go right, maybe I could find...

Whoever gave me this necklace

must have loved me.

This is crazy. Me? Go to Paris?

Send me a sign!

A hint!

Anything!

I don't have time to play right now, OK?

I'm waiting for a sign.

Would you please leave me alone?

Gimme that back.

Oh, great. A dog wants me

to go to Saint Petersburg.

OK, I can take a hint.

Heart, don't fail me now

Courage, don't desert me

Don't turn back

Now that we're here

People always say

Life is full of choices

No one ever mentions fear

Or how the world can seem so vast

On a journey

To the past

Somewhere down this road

I know someone's waiting

Years of dreams just can't be wrong

Arms will open wide

I'll be safe and wanted

Finally home where I belong

Well, starting now

I'm learning fast

On this journey

To the past

Home, love, family

There was once a time

I must have had them, too

Home, love, family

I will never be complete

Until I find you

One step at a time

One hope, then another

Who knows where this road may go?

Back to who I was

On to find my future

Things my heart still needs to know

Yes, let this be a sign

Let this road be mine

Let it lead me to my past

And bring me home

At last

- One ticket to Paris, please.

- Exit visa.

- Exit visa?

- No exit visa, no ticket!

See Dimitri. He can help.

- Where can I find him?

- At the old palace.

But you didn't hear it from me.

- Go, go, go.

- Dimitri...

Nice. Nice. Very nice.

- And I look like princess.

- OK...

- I dance like a feather.

- Thank you. Thank you. Next, please.

Grandma, it's me.

Anastasia.

Oh, brother.

That's it, Dimitri. Game over.

Our last kopeck gone for

this flea-infested theatre

and still no girl to pretend to be Anastasia.

We'll find her, Vlad.

She's here somewhere, right under our noses.

One look at this jewellery box, the Empress

will think we have the real Anastasia.

- I'm looking for...

- Before she catches on,

we'll be off spending the 10 million roubles.

Pooka.

Pooka.

Pooka, where are you?

- Did you hear something?

- No.

Hello?

Anybody home?

This place.

It's...

It's like a memory from a dream.

Dancing bears

Painted wings

Things I almost remember

And a song

Someone sings

Once upon a December

Someone holds me safe and warm

Horses prance through a silver storm

Figures dancing gracefully

Across my memory

Someone holds me safe and warm

Horses prance through a silver storm

Figures dancing gracefully

Across my memory

Far away, long ago

Glowing dim as an ember

Things my heart used to know

Things it yearns to remember

And a song

Someone sings

Once upon a December

What are you doin' in here?

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