Anastasia Page #5

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- Please, please. No one will believe it.

- The family. They'll call the lie.

- No matter, they will accept you.

For 10 million, gladly.

They would accept me, and

pretend to love me for money?

- Is that what they are like? No. I'm going.

- Isn't everyone?

- Where? To the river or the madhouse?

- You have no papers.

The police will

pick you up soon enough.

- If you don't die of starvation sooner.

- Oh, come, come.

Why then did you tell

those stories in the hospital?

To the little nun?

Her eyes grew big as a child's.

But then, in the evening,

she brought me special things to eat.

- An orange, or some grapes.

- We can bring you much more.

But in another hospital I told other

stories, and they believed them, too.

Especially the one

where the train blew up.

We were too close

to where the mine was planted...

so when the train hit it, pieces of

metal fell like a shower of fireworks...

all about us.

The man beside me was killed,

and the man beside him, too.

But I was only wounded.

Oh. So that's how

you got those scars.

Yes, so it would seem.

I thought

you couldn't remember.

L- I can't, always. Things come and go.

- Like waves of mist.

- But look, to be her is what you want, what we want.

Even what

the royal family wants.

So I've heard before. All of it.

Say this, remember that.

You are, you are not.

I know you, I don't know you...

- Oh, I've heard it many times.

- Where?

- Bucharest, Berlin...

- Berlin?

China, I don't remember!

But the enthusiasm and

the promises, those I remember.

And then

when memory failed:

Disappointment, anger, dismissal!

Out in the street,

failure, fake, nobody!

There you're wrong. There will not

be failure this time. Not with me.

Now, listen. You want to know

who you are, don't you?

Oh, yes.

You want to find the family

to whom you belong, don't you?

Yes, yes.

By yourself, you are lost.

But with me, you will find yourself.

Oh, please, I...

I'm tired.

You know I am right. The album. Take

the chance! It's the only one you have.

Oh, I'm too tired to argue.

You don't have to do anything.

I will do it all.

Now, here. Look.

It's you on the deck

of your father's yacht.

- The Standart?

- The Standart?

- You know the name?

- It's written on the lifeboat.

Oh, yes. Now, here you are

with your family:

Your father the tsar, your mother,

your sisters, your little brother.

- My family.

- And here.

Look.

1913. The anniversary of

the House of Romanov. 300 years.

There they are on the balcony

of the Winter Palace:

And that little girl, there...

- that is you.

- Thousands kneeling.

Singing, "God Save the Tsar. "

- The people. Your people.

- Yes. Yes.

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