Russia was no longer safe. Perhaps if it were just the two of them still, they would be able to live a quiet life in a cottage on the coast of Saint Petersburg. It was populated certainly, but close knit enough that secrets would be kept. Then came Tatiana and it was no longer about trying to live a cautious, quiet life. It was about keeping their daughter safe.
So, the choice for Anya and Dimitri to move to Poland was the best one. Not the easiest one, but the best. At least Poland was free of Bolsheviks and their admirers. Russia, however, was still Anya's home. She had been born there, her parents had ruled over it. Yes, she would sorely miss it, but Tatiana was the most precious thing in her life. Motherhood trumped homesickness.
They chose to reside in a flat in Krakow. It was small, but it did have comfortable beds and running water. It would have to be home. It had to be home for Tatiana's sake.
