At midday another snowstorm started, and it beat until morning. The Germans are agreed on a world which would look like this, which even befuddled our Bolsheviks. They are to take from us Poland, Lithuania, and Courland and, in return for the upkeep of prisoners, a monetary contribution, and our men must purge Galicia and part of Turkey. We are long going to have to bear this German yoke. The war left us a difficult legacy. Food alone is all that now occupies everyone’s minds.
New year. The weather is cold, after the snowstorm and blizzard which lasted for two days before this. There was a church service at midnight; I walked to the service and back. I didn’t go into town all Christmastide, and besides, there’s nothing to do there. It is not as if this should only be the second time that there have been pogroms. Morality has fallen into the deepest chasm – that is what we’ve come to. All private trade has stopped, so, now you’re not going to be able to quickly find what you need to buy. People are keeping accounts at the public stalls. Which means that everything is on lock-down. In a nutshell, all that’s left is to say to hell with this whole life and, with a heavy heart, to wait and see what’s next.
It's Sunday. It's snowy and windy. There was another pogrom tonight. Apparently, they also wanted to break into a clock store, but the soldiers scared the hooligans away with gunshots. All is not well. Citizens are confused. There's no firm authority or justice. Most people only want one authority - the Constituent Assembly, while the Bolsheviks want to have the Soviets in power, and the People's Commissars. But no one trusts the former. This year has come to an end, the rebellious year that brought so much misery, tears, and death. It seems that the turbulent life will not easily calm down in the new year.
There’s very little trade going on so close to Christmas. There’s almost no one attending, and even less goods to sell.
A strong blizzard started and thrashed about for the whole day. It was especially strong during the afternoon. Everything is frozen. There are no newspapers and telegrams, nothing is published. The constituent assembly that was supposed to convene, has not done so yet. Harmful capitalist tricks have been exposed.
It's Sunday. It's very windy outside, there's a blizzard. I'm reading a book I borrowed from the library - "The Giant Split" by Mordovtsev. It's about Patriarch Nikon, protopope Avvakum and the reign of Alexei Mikhailovich. The Tsars used to be of such cruel disposition, and the people were so naive and superstitious.
There's overall chaos in the country. Troops are fighting each other. Many people refuse to acknowledge these authorities. The Constituent Assembly had still not begun their session. Bolsheviks are not letting anyone achieve freedom. The Englishmen have taken Jerusalem - the relic of the Christian world - from the Turks.
Patriarch Tikhon has been elected in Moscow, this has not happened in 300 years. Holy Synod will not take place. A city store has opened with meat and fish. Private sale is stopping completely
Today I brought some firewood from Smolianka. The weather is calm. A three-month truce has been called, but the news isn’t good. We don’t know what’s being done there. Tomorrow the Constituent Assembly is supposed to convene, but it’s unlikely.
It's very cold.
I went to work at the mill.
It's quiet, there's no snow.
It's been raining the whole day. I can't work at all.
They say two tubs of butter have been stolen from the monastery. Rowdiness. Rowdiness causes great harm. It's everywhere. Nothing can be left out in the street nowadays. Everything is being broken, violated. Everything gets stolen from gardens. All one can hear at night is fowl-language songs. Former Minister of War SukhomlinovFormer Minister of War has been given a life sentence.
It was raining in the morning. The cattle have eaten everything in the fields. Muscles hurt, there’s no food. Everywhere it is muddy and dirty.