آزمون جامع شنیداری و پرکردن جای خالی (اناستازيا)

There was a time, not very long ,

when we lived in an world

of palaces and grand parties.

The year was

and my son Nicholas, was the of lmperial Russia.

We were celebrating the 300th
of our family’s rule.

And, that night, no star burned than that of our sweet Anastasia, my youngest granddaughter.

She me not to return to Paris

so I had a very special gift made for her to make the easier for both of us.

It plays our .

You can play it night
before you go to sleep

and that it’s me singing

But we would never be in Paris for a dark shadow had descended
upon the house of the Romanovs

We thought he was a holy man,
but he was a ,

power-mad and

How you return to the palace?

But I am your

You are a . Get out!

You think you can the great Rasputin?

By the unholy powers in me,
I banish you with a curse

my words

I will not rest until I see the end
of the Romanov for ever!

by his hatred
for Nicholas and his family, Rasputin sold his soul
for the power to destroy them

Fulfil your dark purpose and the fate of the Czar and his family

and for all

And, that night, no star burned brighter than that of our sweet Anastasia, my youngest .

But we would never be together in Paris, for a dark shadow had upon the house of the Romanovs.

Consumed by his hatred for Nicholas and his family, Rasputin sold his soul for the power to them.

Come this way. Out the servants’ .

 Rasputin, she’s away.

Keep with me, darling.

You’ll never me, child. Never!

 Hold my hand.

So many lives were that night.

What had always
was now gone for ever.

Saint is gloomy

Petersburg is bleak

My got frozen
standing here all week

Since the
our lives have been so grey

Thank for the gossip
that gets us through the day

Have you heard
there’s a in Saint Petersburg?

Have you heard
what they’re on the street?

Although the Czar did not ,
one daughter may be still alive

But please do not

It’s a rumour, a legend, a

Something in an alleyway
or through a crack

It’s a rumour that’s part of our

They say her royal
will pay a royal sum

To someone who can bring the back

Count Yusupov’s  
comrades, buy the pair

I got this from the palace
it’s with real fur

It could be a fortune
if it belonged to her

Well, Dimitri, I got us a .

Everything’s going to plan.
All we need is the girl.

Just think, Vlad, no more papers,
no more stolen goods.

We’ll have tickets out of here: One
for you, one for me and one for Anastasia.

It’s the Princess Anastasia
who will help us

You and I, friend, will go down in

We’ll find a girl to play the part
and her what to say

Dress her up and take her to

the reward
her dear old grandmamma will pay

Who else pull it off but you and me?

And
will have some more to talk about

Comrades, what do you ?

You go straight  down this path till you get to
the in the road. 

You’ve been a in my side
since you were brought here.

Acting like the Queen of
instead of the nameless no-account you are.

For the last ten years, I’ve you,
I’ve clothed you

Little Miss Anya,
it’s time take your place in life.

 A mystery

 The biggest in history

A for this painting
It’s Romanov, I swear

Thank goodness for the
that gets us through the day

Although the Czar did not survive,
one may be still alive

Something whispered in an alleyway
or a crack

lmagine the reward
her dear old will pay

They say her royal grandmamma
will pay a royal

I got this from the palace,
it’s lined with real

It could be worth a fortune
if it to her

Just think, Vlad, no more forging papers,
no more goods.

lmagine the reward
her dear old will pay

You’ve been a thorn in my side
since you were here.

Acting like the Queen of Sheba
instead of the no-account you are.

For the last ten years, I’ve fed you,
I’ve you

A rouble for this painting
It’s Romanov, I

It could be worth a fortune
if it to her

Thank goodness for the gossip
that gets us the day

Something whispered in an alleyway
or through a

Whoever gave me this
must have loved me.

This is crazy. Me? Go to ?

I don’t have time to play right now, OK?
I’m waiting for a .

Would you please me alone?

Oh, great. A dog me
to go to Saint Petersburg.

OK, I can take a .

, don’t fail me now

, don’t desert me

Years of dreams just can’t be

Who knows where this may go?

 No exit visa, no !

But you didn’t it from me.

Our last kopeck gone
for this flea theatre

and no girl to pretend to be Anastasia.

It’s like a from a dream.

What are you doin’ here?

Perhaps. That all on who’s looking for him.

My name is . I need travel papers.

They say you’re the man to see,
even I can’t tell you who said that.

You’d like to go to ?

Now, let me ask you something…
Anya, was ?

 There’s a last name that with that?

This is gonna sound .
I don’t know my last name.

I was found around
when I was eight years old.

I know it’s , but I don’t remember.
I have very few memories of my past.

I do have one , however.
And that is Paris.

Right. So can you help me or not?

Sure would like to. In fact, oddly ,
we’re going to Paris ourselves.

We are going to the Grand Duchess Anastasia with her grandmother.

 You do kind of her.

She’s the same age, the same type.

Are you trying to tell me that you that I am Anastasia

All I’m trying to tell you is that I’ve seen of girls all over the country

And not one of them looks as much like
the Grand as you.

 Look at the .

Well, I know what’s to the .

I’ll be “Anya the ” for ever.

Send me a sign!
A !
Anything!

People say
Life is full of choices
No one ever mentions fear

Or how the world can seem so
On a journey
To the past

down this road
I know someone’s waiting

Arms will open
I’ll be safe and wanted

Home, love,
There was once a time
I must have had them, too

Dancing
Painted wings
Things I almost remember

And a song
Someone sings
Once a December

Someone holds me safe and
Horses prance through a silver storm

dancing gracefully
Across my memory

away, long ago
Glowing dim as an ember

Things my heart to know
Things it yearns to remember

And what… Hey, why are you me?
 What, were you a vulture in another life

Dancing bears
Painted wings
Things I remember

Or how the world can seem so vast a journey to the past

People always say
Life is full of
No one ever mentions fear

Heart, don’t me now

I know it’s strange, but I don’t remember.
I have very few of my past.

People always say
Life is full of choices
No one ever fear

Or how the world can seem so vast on a journey to past

Somewhere down this road
I know someone’s

Arms will open wide
I’ll be and wanted

Home, love, family
There was once a time
I have had them, too

Dancing bears
Painted
Things I almost remember

Someone holds me safe and warm
Horses prance through a storm

Figures dancing gracefully
my memory

Far away, long ago
Glowing as an ember

Things my heart used to know
Things it to remember

And what… Hey, why are you circling me?
 What, were you a in another life?