Rutenberg asked if anyone had a gun. No one did. I gave him my small nickel Browning.
The first shots were heard near the Winter Palace. From the windows that looked out onto the Admiralty, we could see sailors, soldiers and Red Guards running. The cadets who were guarding the bridge did not move from their posts. It was unclear who was shooting, at what, and why. It became evident that there were no supplies for the cadets. Steps are being taken.
It's been unaninously decided not to answer the ultimatum and to stay in the Winter Palace.
There are a lot of cadets in the gallery, some, with their possessions, are prepared to leave, they are in a depressed mood. In my absence, the ministers received most of the 3-inch shrapnel, which hit the Alexandrovksy Hall of the Winter Palace from the square, having blasted through the wall and damaged the portrait of Peter the Great.
There was a terrible crash followed by shots in the next room. It transpired that some infiltrating sailors had hurled a bomb from the upper gallery in the corridor. A few minutes later, a cadet with a head wound was brought in to us, while another one walked in on his own two feet. Kishkin dressed their wounds. Bernatsky lent his handkerchief for a bandage. We then extinguished the fire burning in the corridor as a result of the explosion.