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The Last Heiress of Oblonsky, Beatrix

Chapter 5 THE SEPARATION

Word Count: 1125 | Released on: 11/03/2021

d bring them al

fusion, I am holding Amelia s

Heiress o

I thought..

elarus with my

en I was fiv

big fire in

everything for the burial of my parents. Then, she brought me to Myshkin

th me, during the time

lina. I should have listened to her. My he

body tremo

f the armed men point

the h

almost faint

cold and sweati

es me s

again "Who is the He

y, do not know..please release

, we are not from Oblonsky. I've

a stro

fight for

ve about Lada, s

inted his gun

ly pull m

eed to know!" his voice is

s are showi

true emotions to

eyes, she saw the shi

boldly printed o

walking around in

ull of milita

ws how to

how to use it and

.. it's risky

controlle

tion and prayed to

m this wrath." speak

ightening my kids. Please release the

all to the Holy Fortres

ab each of

tly followed wi

more snatched

to surpass thi

wander throug

wore militar

s are hidden w

es were

ng my tea

ion is ver

uestions i

are

hey looki

our last

e tied and set

the men are

n't fin

her long t

he office of the comma

up and settl

e..." started by

and carefully

e are coming from Myshkin. We are supposed

t I needed!" and

cont

r murder, I was not in the house. I was given a task to travel t

per was not around in the Palace o

now the Heiress?" a

semaid. But, sometimes ..when the Nanny is around. I hav

andant c

missing? That there was nobody

e. Everything is chaotic and Revolution already started." We e

body of the Heiress? Or color of

d blue eyes like her mother. She has

up and took his gun

the forehead and

their eyes in horror wh

x shouted at the

her and crie

been cryin

rmed men, g

!?!" H

stairs to the overboard, where the

n the floor, full

mourn, we fe

time not bothered by the

I was not here

bell

from the back

ered his office wi

throw her in the ri

atrix shout

..NO..Nana.." wh

op the armed men to

easily thrown my loving Nana in

cried until o

ell N

nd wonderful heart re

nk they killed Nana?" L

ot know

ommandant s

t red hai

elt te

a to her and shove

PLEASE..

took

in my arms and bring me back

lef

s ship started

error an

t a

was k

as kid

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The Last Heiress of Oblonsky, Beatrix

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“The sound of guns... The darkness... The smoke... Then, oblivion. Everyday, I am haunted by my nightmares. Everytime the thunder roll and lightning strikes, I shivered. Looking outside my window, I am writing my daily journal and poetry today... To release all the pains and tensions from my past. And I wrote.. December 18, 1980 Myshkin, Russia My beloved, Have you ever ask yourself... What's your life purpose? If.. Are you doing the right thing? Are you on the verge of confusion, loneliness, unhappiness and being stagnant? Day dreaming into your own world? Too much questions filled in your heart and mind. Too much of everything that you don't want. Too much! To clear out my confusion and to have more clarity about myself, I dig deeper inside me. Reminiscing my childhood moments and cherish them. Facing the darkest and painful moments of my memories. Those memories of repeating horror, memories of loss, memories of death. Yes, I did face it all. I cried hard. After decades of those patterned memories... This is the first time that I realized.. How I treated myself so badly. And I really wanted to give back to myself. By appreciating my past. Appreciate yourself more... Love yourself more... And you will discover more... I have discovered each words, all feelings, expression, harmony just fits well to take steps in writing this poem for my past. ***A LETTER FOR MY PAST SELF*** My dearest self in the past... I have been visiting you lately in a vast... You are carefree, immature and FEARLESS, You go out more, loving the sun and grasses, Full of sweat and sun-kissed from above. Joyous days, feet touching stones and green Oh How glorious those days have been Flowing like water in every storms within And wind touches, caressing my skin Telling me, It's ok dear, everything has it's purpose". A path full of journey and a dead rose All those rise and fall, I am with you... All those tears and laughter, I am with you.. I am always with you til the end of time”