Don't you forget what's divine in the Russian soul -- and that's resignation. -Joseph Conrad, Under Western Eyes, 1911.
For my daughters, Dani and Lucy
On the evening of 29 April 1918, a special train stood in a siding at the remote railway halt of Lyubinskaya on the Trans-Siberian railway line, not far from the city of Omsk.
No matter how hard one tries to resist, they nag at one's consciousness ... a boy in a sailor suit ... girls in white dresses ... untainted, murdered children ... a devoted family destroyed ... all of them now forever young, forever innocent and, as they all so fervently wished for in their many prayers, "At Rest with the Saints."
A brilliant account of the political forces swirling through the remote Urals town of Ekaterinburg at the bitter end of the First World War. Challenges the view that the deaths of the Romanovs were a unilateral act by a maverick group of Bolsheviks, and identifies a chain of command that stretches to Moscow-- and to Lenin himself.