Thousands wanted to believe
that Anna Anderson was the miraculous survivor from the murdered Romanov family
of Russia.
BY FRANCES WELCH (WRITER)
On the night of 17 February
1920, a woman was dragged out of a canal in Berlin by a policeman who had seen
her jump in, apparently in a bid to kill herself. Refusing to speak and
possessing no papers, the 23-year-old woman ended up in a mental asylum, where
she became known as Fräulein Unbekannt, or Miss Unknown.
Eighteen months after her
rescue, a fellow inmate became excited about a newspaper article she had read
which suggested that one of the Romanov daughters had survived the murder of
the Imperial family in Ekaterinburg, Russia. ‘I know who you are’, she told
Miss Unknown triumphantly.
The notion that a member of
the Imperial Family had survived was immediately attractive to White Russians
(supporters of the Tsar), who had lost so much in the Revolution. That the
survivor might be Anastasia, the youngest and most beguiling of the sisters,
made the story additionally appealing. The asylum became a place of pilgrimage.
Visitors brought keepsakes
and photographs. The creation of the myth was a collaborative affair,
constructed around the claimant. The story was that Anastasia had been rescued
at Ekaterinburg by a monarchist soldier. Somewhere along the line, she had
despaired and thrown herself into the canal.
The faith of the supporters
was not diminished by discrepancies. On the rare occasion when the claimant
spoke, it was in the wrong language: German or Polish, instead of Russian;
English or French. She had a poor memory and no manners. Her appearance had
changed dramatically and she seemed to have aged terribly. But to the faithful,
these anomalies served only as evidence of her authenticity. What greater proof
could there be of the mental and physical traumas the poor girl had suffered
than that she had lost her language, her memory, her looks?
Over the years, more than
30 rival Anastasia claimants popped up, but it was the story of Anna Anderson
(a name she had adopted at random) which won through, to be re-told in books,
plays, films, musicals, operas and, of course, in Kenneth MacMillan’s ballet
Anastasia.
For years there remained
the possibility that this strange woman really was Anastasia. A German court
spent 30 years weighing up her case before finding her claim ‘neither
established nor refuted’.
All doubts were finally
dispelled, however, by DNA tests in 1994. Ten years after her death, Anna Anderson
was exposed as a Polish peasant, Franziska Schanzkowska, who had travelled to
Berlin to pursue an acting career. She had lost her fiancé on the Western
Front, then suffered injuries in an explosion, acquiring those scars that her
supporters put down to beatings at Ekaterinburg.
It is hard to tell how
active the befuddled young Franziska had been in the concoction of her romantic
alias. But once the idea had been suggested, perhaps she can be forgiven for
running with it. Either she could resume life with the obscure, ill-favoured
Schanzkowski family, none of whom had made any effort to trace her, or she
could step into the shoes of a glamorous grand duchess, and be attended, for
the rest of her life, by courtly admirers.
Unfortunately for her,
those faithful supporters were matched by horrified sceptics. Well-wishers,
mostly titled, would take her up, only to find themselves embroiled in bitter
fallings out. After decades of an itinerant existence, Anna Anderson married an
eccentric tam-o’-shanter-wearing genealogist, Jack Manahan, 20 years her
junior. The Manahans lived, equably enough as hillbilly celebrities, in a
rubbish-strewn house which they shared with 40 cats, none of them
house-trained.
For her supporters, Anna
Anderson’s death did not spell the end of the struggle to have her recognized.
They doubted the efficacy of DNA; they complained of laboratory mix-ups and
suspected a cover-up. Prince Rostislav Romanov, who died in 1999, was the only
member of his family to attend the press conference in London at which the DNA
findings were announced. His jubilant comment immediately afterwards was ‘It’s
over!’. But he was favouring science over faith: it is doubtful that the tale
of the survival of the Grand Duchess Anastasia will ever be allowed to rest.
This is an edited extract
from Frances Welch’s article ‘The False Grand Duchess Anastasia’, printed in
full in The Royal Ballet’s programme book for Anastasia, available at the Royal
Opera House during performances.
Anastasia runs 26
October–12 November 2016. Tickets are still available
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