The tsar's third daughter, Grand Duchess Maria Nikolaevna Romanova was both an angel and all too human. Her strong, optimistic personality carried her through the worst of times: "God doesn't abandon us," she wrote. "The sun shines, the birds sing, and this morning we heard the bells sounding matins."
Maria Nikolaevna Romanova was born to disappointment that the tsar had had a third daughter instead of a son. Maria's great-grandmother, Queen Victoria, expressed the general sentiment when she wrote, "I regret the 3rd girl for the country."¹⁹ It seemed that in her eyes, and in others, Maria was doomed not to be herself, but merely a third daughter. Doubtless her parents were in some measure disappointed, and it was said that "[Nicholas] set off on a long solitary walk, but that he came back as outwardly unruffled as ever."¹⁶ And indeed, he wrote to his wife that "I dare complain the least, having such happiness on earth, having a treasure like you my beloved Alix, and already the three little cherubs."¹⁹
Maria soon won everyone's hearts as the angel of the family. According to her governess Margaretta Eagar, when Maria took a forbidden waffle, she was not punished because her father declared, “I was always afraid of the wings growing, and I am glad to see she is only a human child.” Although her saintliness saved her that time, her older sisters were jealous of it—as children, they once made Maria be a footman in a game. Maria, much injured, slapped both of them, then came in with presents, declaring, “I won’t be the footman, I’ll be the kind, good aunt who brings presents.”¹³ Her sisters would continue to take advantage of her docile nature, though; Anastasia dominated over the more docile Maria, and her sisters called her “fat little bow-wow” due to her plumpness: Maria liked to sit phlegmatically on the deck of the imperial yacht, the Standart, and eat sweets. She was nevertheless stubborn and could "bellow," especially when visited by "Madame Becker" (the family nickname for the menstruation).¹
As a child, she was chubby and pretty; everyone remarked on her bright, beautiful eyes, dubbed "Marie's saucers."¹ She was "marvelously lovely," her aunt Elizabeth Feodorovna gushed when Maria was only a year old; Elizabeth had "never seen such eyes."⁷ Meanwhile, Maria's face was likened to one of "Botticelli's angels" and her complexion was a healthy peaches-and-cream color.¹ As she grew older, she blossomed into a girl described by Sofia Ofrosimova as "tall, healthy, with sable eyebrows and a bright blush on her open Russian face" and once again, her "saucers" were of note: "her eyes illuminate her entire face with a unique, radiant luster; they sometimes seem black, as long eyelashes throw shadows over the bright blush of her soft cheeks."⁶ Nevertheless, her weight was a cause for teasing and concern for her family; her father jokingly called her "fat Marie," and her mother later reflected that before Maria thinned in adolescence, her mother had worried over Maria being "round and fat to the waist, with short legs."⁹ More important than Maria's appearance though, was her character, which Ofrosimova deemed "merry and alive ... [and] concealed in her are the immense forces of a real Russian woman."⁶ It was a prophecy to be fulfilled.
Maria, 1909
Maria in 1914
Maria, though often perceived by those such as Margaretta Eagar to be her father's favorite, in childhood had often felt unloved, writing to her mother piteously in an undated letter, "Tell me if it's true that everyone hates me. I now feel this myself, and I know that I have noticed it a while ago." Alexandra, in what may have been a reply, wrote furiously but lovingly in March 1911 when Maria was nine, "Sweet child you must promise me never again to think nobody loves you. How did such an extraordinary idea get into your little head? ... remember that you are just as presions [precious] & dear as the other 4 [children] & that we love you with all our heart."⁷ Maria was particularly close to her younger sister, Anastasia.
In 1914, the First World War broke out, and Maria, too young to nurse with the Red Cross, instead visited hospitals with the Anastasia. Patients remembered her as being good-natured and kind, but timid and shy, in contrast to her bolder sister, who was unafraid to cheat at games.¹ One such popular game was ruble, which Maria often played with her older sisters Olga and Tatiana at the hospital where they worked as nurses. Despite the grim outlook of the Russian front, Maria's letters to her father Nicholas, away at headquarters, were full of vivacity and fun and humorous incidents, such as falling into a ditch while carrying flowers, her sister Olga tugging on Maria's tassel and falling over, and romantic mentions of Nicholas "Kolya" Demenkov, who had captured her heart. Demenkov, or "Fatso" as Maria and her family dubbed the her crush, had enamored Maria, who called him her "beloved Demenkov," and was not above openly writing about him. Nor were others; Maria's aunt Olga teased her niece in a letter to Anastasia: "Tell Maria that I wrote to Demenkov that she considers him her husband - and he answered the telegram 'Phew! What rubbish!' (this is not at all true of course)." Nicholas was amused and delighted whenever he received Maria's letters, as not only was she a comedic person, but also because of the number of mistakes she made in them.⁷ It was true Maria's education was not up to the standard it might have been, especially during the war, and she admitted that she and Anastasia would pretend to do their work and fool their elderly Russian tutor, Peter Vasilievich Petrov.¹¹
In early 1917, Maria's siblings Olga, Tatiana, and Alexei fell ill with measles, leaving only Maria and Anastasia to assist their mother. Formerly treated as "the little ones," now the pair delighted in running errands and caring for their siblings, picturing themselves as real nurses. When Anastasia too fell ill, there was only Maria left.
When news of her father's abdication came, the news was shared to Maria, but none of the sick children. Family friend Lili Dehn found Maria "bitter[ly] weeping. ... She was so young, so helpless, so hurt, that I felt I must comfort her as one comforts a child."
"Darling,” Lili said, “don’t cry.... You will make Mamma so unhappy. Think of her."
"I’d forgotten, Lili," Maria replied. "Yes, I must think of Mamma," and "Little by little her sobs ceased, her composure returned, and she went with [Lili] to her mother."⁸ Anna Vyrubova asserted that "Never in my life, I am certain, shall I behold such proud fortitude as was shown all through those days of wreck and disaster by the Empress and her children. Not one single word of bitterness or resentment passed their lips."⁹
Soon after receiving the news of Nicholas's abdication, Maria too fell ill with measles, and also developed double pneumonia. Feverish and delirious, Maria's symptoms worsened and it was feared that she was dying, but she rallied and pulled through, despite becoming much thinner and weaker. ("She was very good looking, but got too thin after her illness," Sydney Gibbes sniffed.¹⁸ Before her illness, she was considered too fat; after, too thin. Poor girl, what beauty standards was she allowed to meet?)
When Nicholas returned home, he and his family were placed under house arrest. Then they were moved to Tobolsk, in Siberia, where Maria found it pleasant, remarking that she would be content to stay there.¹⁸ Instead, the family was sent to Ekaterinburg, a city in the Urals where fervor against the imperial family was high. Nicholas, Alexandra, and Maria went first as Alexei was too ill to travel; his other three sisters stayed behind to care for him while Maria, "an angel and the best of us," as Alexandra termed her, traveled forth with her parents. "We lived so peacefully for eight months and now it's all started again," Maria mourned. She needed her endurance and strength: in Ekaterinburg, the guards were rougher, cruder, and often disrespectful and indecent. Once, Maria managed to silence them with a severe lecture after witnessing their treatment of her sister Tatiana: "Why are you not disgusted with yourselves when you use such shameful words? Do you imagine that you can woo a well-born woman with such witticisms and have her be well disposed towards you? Be refined and respectable men and then we can get along." Nevertheless, she impressed them with her cheerfulness of spirit; irrepressible energy; and modest, sincere nature. Despite having grown in courage and bravery since her childhood days, she had kept her kind, caring nature; Maria "always used to speak to the soldiers, questioned them, and knew very well the names of their wives, the number of their children, and the amount of land owned by the soldiers. All the intimate affairs in such cases were always known to her."¹⁸
In the early morning hours of July 17, 1918, Maria and her family were led down twenty-three steps into the cellar, where they were shot and bayoneted to death. Maria was only nineteen.
We kiss you warmly many times over. God is always with you and our friend in heaven also prays intensely for you, and everyone, everyone—our thoughts of you never leave us even for a minute.⁷
Maria Nikolaevna
1895-1918
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