<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420226" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Family Portrait</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Tsar sat quiet and composed<br>His hands folded on his thigh<br>Around him were his daughters, <br>Four beauties with dark eyes<br>His faithful wife beside him<br>Posed regal and serene<br>Their little boy, Alexi, <br>kneeling there beside the Queen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How different five years later<br>At their fatal, final scene<br>The Czar and the Czarina<br>Sat beside the heir, it seems.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The four girls were behind them<br>The maids and doctor too<br>All roused from sleep near midnight<br>by a rough and motley crew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The White Russians were in battle<br>Outside the little town<br>They sought to save the family<br>Abdicated from the crown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lenin’s men would take no chances.<br>“They all must die tonight! ”<br>We brought them to the basement<br>and arranged them left to right.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The family asked no questions<br>It seemed they guessed their fate<br>There were no pleas or crying<br>The girls stood proud and straight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I heard the pistols firing<br>Some screams borne of despair<br>The heir was stirring weakly<br>Three more shots splintered his chair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The thugs checked for survivors<br>And none was to be found<br>Their blood flowed like a river<br>upon the thirsty ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We placed the bodies in a wagon<br>And took them to an nearby mine<br>We doused them all with Gasoline<br>We didn’t want them found.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Royal corpses burned fiercely<br>Dynamite was brought from town<br>Explosions sealed their resting place<br>It would be years before they’re found.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+F.+McCullagh">John F. McCullagh</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420226" data-title="The Family Portrait de John F. McCullagh" data-description="The Tsar sat quiet and composed His hands folded on his thigh Around him were his daughters, Four beauties with dark eyes His faithful wife beside him Posed regal and serene Their little boy, Alexi, kneeling there beside the Queen. How differen..."></div> </div> </div>

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