1918
The revolution was raging, the deep dark gloominess of war settled throughout the country. The Tsar was was in hiding, along with his family, and his Fabergé eggs. Oh the gloriousness of those eggs, with their jeweled tops and hand painted pictures. I had first learned of these eggs when my older sister, Svetlana was working as a chambermaid at the palace. Svetlana is as dumb as the rebels, considering she married one, but she is the best storyteller I know. When she first told me about the eggs I didn't believe her, even though I was an imaginative 10 year old at the time, I thought her words were rubbish. "Verushka, come and let me tell you of the glorious belongings in the palace," she told me one night after she got home late at night. I sat on the arm of her chair as she told me of what she had seen that day. "They have these egg shaped contraptions, that are the most beautiful things you ever saw. All over them are jewels and hand painted pictures, some are even hollow and lined with the most exotic of fabrics. I saw one that had a little hen inside, that one was my favorite. One of the men …show more content…
What would happen to the country I loved, even though the Tsar had already abdicated. For a day, my royalist family grieved in sorrow, the Faberge’s never even came to my mind. My birthday celebration was delayed, and it wasn’t until a week later that a small party was put together. The last small gif I received was a beautifully wrapped package in green paper. When I opened, there laid a wooden eggs, just as I had expected. This one was different though, My initials were carved into it, along with a marvelous flower. I remembered the REAL Faberge eggs, and their whereabouts. They could be destroyed, or still sitting in the spot where they were left, possibly still in the palace. I knew in that moment, I would one day see the Faberge eggs, until then I would cherish the one that I
The revolution was raging, the deep dark gloominess of war settled throughout the country. The Tsar was was in hiding, along with his family, and his Fabergé eggs. Oh the gloriousness of those eggs, with their jeweled tops and hand painted pictures. I had first learned of these eggs when my older sister, Svetlana was working as a chambermaid at the palace. Svetlana is as dumb as the rebels, considering she married one, but she is the best storyteller I know. When she first told me about the eggs I didn't believe her, even though I was an imaginative 10 year old at the time, I thought her words were rubbish. "Verushka, come and let me tell you of the glorious belongings in the palace," she told me one night after she got home late at night. I sat on the arm of her chair as she told me of what she had seen that day. "They have these egg shaped contraptions, that are the most beautiful things you ever saw. All over them are jewels and hand painted pictures, some are even hollow and lined with the most exotic of fabrics. I saw one that had a little hen inside, that one was my favorite. One of the men …show more content…
What would happen to the country I loved, even though the Tsar had already abdicated. For a day, my royalist family grieved in sorrow, the Faberge’s never even came to my mind. My birthday celebration was delayed, and it wasn’t until a week later that a small party was put together. The last small gif I received was a beautifully wrapped package in green paper. When I opened, there laid a wooden eggs, just as I had expected. This one was different though, My initials were carved into it, along with a marvelous flower. I remembered the REAL Faberge eggs, and their whereabouts. They could be destroyed, or still sitting in the spot where they were left, possibly still in the palace. I knew in that moment, I would one day see the Faberge eggs, until then I would cherish the one that I