Gleb

An underhanded girl
An act of desperation
And to my consternation
I let you go

Well, not this time
Paris is no place for a good and loyal Russian

We are both good and loyal Russians

I've come to take you home

My home is here now

Stop playing this game, Anya!
I beg you

We both know it's not a game Gleb

If you really are Anastasia
Do you think history wants you to have lived?

Yes!
Why don't you?

The Romanovs were given everything
And they gave back nothing
Until the Russian people rose up and destroyed them

All but one
Finish it
I am my father's daughter

And I am my father's son!

Finish it I must

My father shook his head and told me not to ask
My mother said he died of shame

In me you see them
Look at their faces in mine
Hear their screams
Imagine their terrors
See their blood

But I believe he did a proud and vital task
And in my father's name

Do it and I will be with my parents and my brother and sisters
In that cellar in Yekaterinburg all over again

The children
Their voices
A man makes painful choices
He does what's necessary, Anya

For Russia, my beauty
What choice but simple duty
We have a past to bury, Anya

And the Neva flows, a new wind blows

And soon it will be spring
The leaves unfold, the Tsar lies cold

Be careful what a dream may bring!
A revolution is a simple thing!