The emerald plain

           ...Sleepless over the emerald plain

1.

1915

                     THE small forest was holding the hidden oasis of the Tsar family where found the way was followed through yellow-green plains. The beautifull emerald steppe. Birds were crying over us. As we stood in rays of the light was seeing the old modern keep house from the Russia and was endured cold weather on the winter-pause season.

                     Then I crossed the secret side doorway in this. A wilt rose I saw at first, in a window-sill for afterward an oaken table and a snug kitchen of the house with wooden sets around and above.  By while as I was passed ahead I heard a sweet girl laugh and footstep upwards, in a hallway. Two joyful girls were starting to go down on stairs. Probably one of them was to be worn a white ballet dress. Also I noticed a certain slight move in a room entrance. It was mrs. Romanov who watching us and was held a porcelain tea cup in right fingers. Still tall and proud.

                     'Is it from a Samovar?' I nodded.

                     'Tea?' She was smiled together with little lips' nook.

                     'Yes, madam!' My vivid answer.

 'Katty, Katty Is it She?!' I listened their deep laugh as they just descended to embrace me. Sonia, my careful chérie, it means that my sweet afternoon alcohol, was to take it earliest but Anastasia was only timid leant to herself mother. Being in a fourteen year my girl which has looked too envious, can't give to temper and to switch off light green eyes with trusty sparklings had frankly stood before us.

                     Nikolaj, her elder brother had been gazing this scene to have small amusement. 'Will You greet with me?' said when clasping to the sister on a knee.