The Russian Coup and the Girl

By Kira von Korff

The Russian Coup and the Girl addresses the lives of the Russian people during the change from Communism to democracy. Though technically a democratic government prevails in the country, it is not like any other version of democracy. Drama, adventure, and safety are the main concerns of the Russian people; their lives are filled with tragedy and a triumph at the same time.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press
• Release date: Mar 14, 2012
• ISBN: 9781452547473

Kira von Korff

Kira von Korff grew up in a Russian household. During childhood, she lived in both the United States and Russia. Her family is from pre-revolutionary Russia. She went to Stanford and the private liberal arts school, The Colorado College. She studied political philosophy and ballet. Dance led her to Russia at sixteen when she performed ballet there. She would return later, at twenty-one, to write columns for prestigious publications, such as the Wall Street Journal Europe, Finance News (the leading Russian newspaper), and the World Trade Center Journal. Kira von Korff is a Russian Baroness from years ago in Russian history. Her greatgrandfather was a Baron and a General in the last Russian tsar’s army. His portrait hangs in the Hermitage in St. Petersburg today. She now resides in the country in Maine with her husband.

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The Russian Coup

and the Girl

KIRA VON KORFF

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ISBN: 978-1-4525-4746-6 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4525-4747-3 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2012934479

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Balboa Press rev. date: 3/5/2012

Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Epilogue

About the Author

Prologue

It was a warm summer day in Russia, and the birch trees in the forest were swaying and sparkling in the wind. The daffodils were in full blossom. The tanks were rolling, and the snipers were shooting. It was a coup.

I did not want to be inside the hotel, the Radisson-Slavyanskaya, because I was afraid. There were snipers on the roof of the hotel, which was just two blocks away from the White House. Outside, foreigners were watching, oblivious to the danger. They were just spectators looking for a show.

I ran two blocks from the hotel to stand underneath a bridge made of stone, with an arch underneath for people to walk through. It was a very old bridge, dating from before the revolution. There I saw a river across from the White House.

Under the bridge, I was alone but could see everything. Then four men also went under the bridge.