This place seems really chill. It's so relaxing here compared to Twitter and Instagram. Novosibirsk is beautiful in the summer. I am enjoying an iced chai in my "winter palace" in Leninsky. My ancestral thirst for blood is calmed, soothed, and slumbering. I am an awe-inspiring, lethargic, and teleological woman. I am tightened, rejuvenated, and heated thoroughly through the center. Every day is a new opportunity, and you have to forget that.
I'm hoping to use this account to educate westerners on correct thought when it comes to the USSR and international socialism. My mother taught me well the truth about communism and Putin's nationalistic chauvinism. She passed down secrets to me that her mother passed down to her that she received from the great feminist who I was named after. Through these secrets, I am able to channel spirits who can show me economic data and historical information unavailable to philosophers, historians, or economics who analyze history from a kulakpilled state of mind. The historical materialism I am capable of is impossible for others to understand.
The truth is this: Anastasia Nikolaevna escaped the Bolsheviks. She survived. She did not escape unscathed and some of her DNA did get buried with the other Romanov children in those mines outside Sverdlovsk. That is how they "found" her "corpse" but that was only a part of her body. She took on the name Ilya Levovich and disguised herself as a boy. She joined the Komsomol in order to hide in plain sight, but it was in the Komsomol that she was informed, reformed, redeemed, and resurrected. She became "woke." She came to be one of the strongest advocates for communism in all of the USSR. She fell in love with my great grandfather, a bisexual short king if there ever was one. He loved her as a man and as a woman. She raised my grandmother on Simone de Beauvoir, Rosemary Hennessy, and Eva Kolstad and my grandmother did the same for me. My family does not associate with the fascist bourgeois royals in the Patriarchal Romanov Family Association. We have left behind our royal heritage and embraced the proletariat as our international family.
I do not attend royal banquets and weddings and funerals or engage in petty discourse about who is and is not a legitimate successor to an illegitimate throne. I make bath bombs and scented candles and I channel spirits to better understand history from a dialectical materialist perspective. It is through the dialectic of science and seance that the truth is revealed.