My Name is Olga Intro

Who am I? Such a broad question, but I will attempt to answer it as best as a young woman can. "Who am I?" poses so great a challenge that no man or woman, living or dead, can fully answer it.

My name is Olga.

Olga Nikolaevna Romanova. I am 22 years young.

Five fleeting years ago, anyone in all of the Russian Empire would have given up everything just for the name Romanov. But now? Now I wonder- who would ever want the name of Romanov? What fool ? Many a time I'd stare outside the little window at the Ipatiev House and wonder: "What would life be like, were I not born under the house of Romanov?"

But that's just wishful thinking. God's will was that I be born Olga Nikolaevna Romanova, and there is no changing of God's will.

I speak not because I was forced to, nor because I was bored and needed something to do. I speak of my life so that people can read the story of me, a victim of the Revolution and learn everything that I remember about my own life, cut short.

I loathed the Ipatiev house. I wanted to spit in the faces of all of Papa's enemies who held us captive here and who executed us in a dark cellar last night. But Jesus Christ told us to forgive our enemies, so every day I would pray that I might do just that.

Mama always taught us that "Patience is a virtue", so I must learn to be patient and forgive. Even those nasty Bolsheviks who seized power from Papa and murdered me and my family must be forgiven.

But who am I? I am Olga, the shy and reserved. The creative and thoughtful. The clever and intelligent.

I am a Romanov: the eldest daughter of Nicholas II, once the Czar of Russia, now no more than a corpse and a ghost.

But it is here, in the realm of God, that which men call Heaven, where I unfold my life's tale; on these pages I tell my innermost thoughts.

This is my story.