Ghosts of the Czars

From the Hermitage to Peterhoff, the seasons turn, summer and winter, life and death. History whispers its secrets. Listen for the dusty edges, the secluded corners, the moments frozen in time.

And finally, you will find this secret world. Where kings and queens remained men and women, far from divine, achingly human.

All the king's horses and all the king's men⁠—all that are left are dust and ash and dust again.

How many more stories are there to tell?