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Also known as HRH Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova; Anastasia was the youngest daughter of Tsar Nicholas II. She and her entire family were brutally murdered by the Cheka (Bolshevik secret police) in July 17, 1918.
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I'm starting a new series called "Romanov Ponies"* to commemorate the deaths of Tsar Nicholas II and his family. Their only fault in this mortal world was to have the surname "Romanov"...
*: I wish I could draw them as humans, but I don't have enough artistic skills.
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I've used these pictures of as references:
And, I've used two images from the show to draw this vector.
MLP: FiM is a copyright of Hasbro.
I don't own it.
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I'm starting a new series called "Romanov Ponies"* to commemorate the deaths of Tsar Nicholas II and his family. Their only fault in this mortal world was to have the surname "Romanov"...
*: I wish I could draw them as humans, but I don't have enough artistic skills.
~~~
I've used these pictures of as references:
And, I've used two images from the show to draw this vector.
MLP: FiM is a copyright of Hasbro.
I don't own it.
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5373x8825px 1.57 MB
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Dancing bears,
Painted wings,
Things I almost remember,
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December
Someone holds me safe and warm.
Horses prance through a silver storm.
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory...
Someone holds me safe and warm.
Horses prance through a silver storm.
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory...
Far away, long ago,
Glowing dim as an ember,
Things my heart
Used to know,
Things it yearns to remember...
And a song
Someone sings
Once upon a December
Painted wings,
Things I almost remember,
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December
Someone holds me safe and warm.
Horses prance through a silver storm.
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory...
Someone holds me safe and warm.
Horses prance through a silver storm.
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory...
Far away, long ago,
Glowing dim as an ember,
Things my heart
Used to know,
Things it yearns to remember...
And a song
Someone sings
Once upon a December