Sinister rumours crept in, terrifying the inhabitants of Yasnaya Polyana. It was said that peasants from neighbouring villages are coming to smash up Yasnaya Polyana. The rumours turned out to be a reality. The crowds came closer, closer. See more
We harnessed the horses, mother, Tanya and her daughter sat on the chests, ready to flee… But suddenly the news spread - the Yasnaya Polyana peasants greeted the rioters with axes, horns, forks and drove them back. The Yasnaya Polyana manor has survived - one of the few in the district.
It has become hard to live in this world, but I still believe in a brighter future.
What happened in Yasnaya? I read the messages here and I worry. I am thinking of coming to yours in about a week. I dream of going to the south, as my autumn bronchitis has started and i feel ill, and yesterday I fell from my horse again and hurt my chest…
The entire front was awash with the most desperate propaganda. Meetings are endless. This propaganda, of course, has had its desired effect. Which is hardly surprising: the soldiers have sat tired and hungry for months in the trenches, when someone comes along and says “go home, the land will be yours, the factories will be yours. A new life is beginning”.
I drove up to the first detachment; the staff and the chief ran out of the tent to meet me: “Please, let us go to the rally. Kerensky is speaking. It’s really close, only just over three kilometres from here, he’s going to speak!”
I too wanted to hear him, so we all jumped into the car and drove off. We were too late. Kerensky had already spoken. See more
A huge crowd of soldiers had gathered. On a high platform, a thin man of about average height in a soldier’s overcoat was screaming something hoarsely, which was difficult to make out. It didn’t seem as though there was any clarity or conviction in his speech or in his appeals to unite in order to save Russia.
When we returned to our detachment and the doctors were enthusiastically exchanging words and admiring Kerensky’s speech, I was silent. I felt a bit uneasy. “Do they really believe that this man can save Russia?” I thought.
The slogan “war until a victorious end” sounds inspiring away from the fighting, where people are busy with their 8-hour day, but in the trenches, where soldiers sit idly for 8-10 hours in waist-high mud, the words ring with a pathetic and false note.
I hold an ever gloomier view of the current situation. The Germans are swarming all over the place, discipline is in tatters, and there’s nothing now that can force the troops to defend themselves. The soldiers flee and hide. Things will be even worse in the future.