Gleb
An underhanded girl
An act of desperation
And to my consternation
I let you go
Well, not this time
Paris is no place for a good and loyal Russian
We are both good and loyal Russians
I've come to take you home
My home is here now
Stop playing this game, Anya!
I beg you
We both know it's not a game Gleb
If you really are Anastasia
Do you think history wants you to have lived?
Yes!
Why don't you?
The Romanovs were given everything
And gave back nothing
Until the Russian people rose up and destroyed them
All but one
Finish it
I am my father's daughter
And I am my father's son!
Finish it, I must
My father shook his head and told me not to ask
My mother said he died of shame
In me you see them
Look at their faces in mine
Hear their screams
Imagine their terrors
See their blood
But I believe he did a proud and vital task
And in my father's name
Do it and I will be with my parents and my brother and sisters
In that cellar in Yekaterinburg all over again
The children
Their voices
A man makes painful choices
He does what's necessary, Anya
For Russia, my beauty
What choice but simple duty
We have a past to bury, Anya
(And the Neva flows, a new wind blows)
And soon it will be spring
The leaves unfold, the Tsar lies cold
Be careful what a dream may bring!
A revolution is a simple thing!