My Life Is Better Than The Romanovs

The last time I have written in here was when I still had the hope and expectations that things would get better. In fact, things have only gotten worse from here on. A few months ago, Feodor and I had married in the local church a few miles south from my family’s home, and we have settled in a small hut a street across the school where he is teaching. Our home is falling apart, too cold and not insulated properly for the winter, and the furniture all falling apart, yet it is still better than nothing. To be honest, we were extremely lucky to still have been able to find a home and barely get to feed ourselves, even a small plate that both Feodor and I scrape clean, yet he is always generous and selfless to offer all of it to me because we are expecting a child.

Lenin, tell no one this - is nothing better, or even worse than the Romanovs were. He had taken away all our property and directly controls how we trade our goods, nationalized the industries, equalized all of our wages, forces us to work and has militarized all our industries. Many of my husband’s former political friends who were prominent in the Bolshevik party yet had disagreed with Lenin with the smallest policies were immediately eliminated and brutally murdered, and I quiver in fear that my husband or my own family will be next. Anyone who comes in the way of Lenin’s Bolshevik party would be brutally murdered, as the party and the state are basically one at this point. Feodor’s cousins, who are the few surviving aristocrats left in Russia, were mercilessly murdered and executed once their hiding places have been found, as any opposition was rid of in any city ruled by the