Before you read the first word on the first page, you know that it will end in a claustrophobic basement room, choked with smoke and the metallic scent of blood, with bodies – including children – riddled with bullets. This is a species of horror story where you know the ending in advance of cracking the front cover. Helen Rappaport, The Last Days of the Romanovs Then he quietly crumpled to the floor.īut at least Nicholas was spared the sight of seeing what happened to his wife and family…” Ermakov, Kudrin and Medvedev, not to be outdone and wanting their moment of personal revenge and glory too, immediately took aim and fired at Nicholas as well, followed by most of the others, propelling an arc of blood and tissue over his terrified son behind him.įor a moment the Tsar’s body quivered on the spot, his eyes fixated and wide, his chest cavities, ripped open by bullets, now frothing with oxygenated blood, his heart speeding up, all in a vain attempt to pump blood round his traumatized body. “Yurovksy, having finished reading the decree, pulled out his Colt, stepped forward and shot the Tsar at point-blank range in the chest.
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