Aleksey Tolstoy

Non-fiction

Project 1917 is a series of events that took place a hundred years ago as described by those involved. It is composed only of diaries, letters, memoirs, newspapers and other documents

Aleksey Tolstoy

8, Malaya Molchanovka street, Moscow, Russian Republic

08.01.18

It’s a strange life: uprisings, killings, fight for power, directives, hunger, war, and everyday, regular life, continues as it always had been—people go to the theatre, are interested in art, deliver lectures, assemble, organise drinking routs, dances, ride around in costumes—despite everything, and here is the enduring power of life that will overtake everything and will make everything the way it should be.

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Aleksey Tolstoy

8, Malaya Molchanovka street, Moscow, Russian Republic

16.11.17

Racked with desperate ennui, I mourn the death of Russia in the ruins of Moscow with a voiceless throat and aching temples.

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Aleksey Tolstoy

8, Malaya Molchanovka street, Moscow, Russian Empire

22.09.17

Generally speaking, my view of our future is a highly optimistic and favourable one. We have to marvel at how little in the way of evil and terror is happening here. Theoretically, Russia ought to be a heap of smoking ruins See more

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Ilya Ehrenburg

Moscow, Russian Empire

27.08.17

Tolstoy described the conversations of the summer of 1917 thus, “Will we perish or not? Will Russia be or not? Will they slaughter the intelligentsia or let us live?” The other said, “Leave it, old chap, there’s no point in slaughtering us, rubbish, I don’t believe it, but they will ransack the grocery stores;” a third reported, based on a reliable source, that “by the first, the city will start dying out from hunger.”

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Aleksey Tolstoy

8, Malaya Molchanovka street, Moscow, Russian Empire

11.06.17

Everywhere you can hear: "Russia is enveloped in anarchy, a hundred billion public debt will lead us to poverty, the state will break up into pieces and perish." Why there is such cowardice, or they think that our revolution should be a continuous blessing, which immediately falls from the sky?

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Aleksey Tolstoy

8, Malaya Molchanovka street, Moscow, Russian Empire

10.06.17

Sometime, maybe in 35 years, my son will sit in a train wagon, crack open a book he bought on the road, and read unsettling and frightening words about our time, which some will call great and others will call bloody: See more

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Aleksey Tolstoy

Minsk, Russian Empire

22.01.17

Literature — pure art — is the clear wine of life. What then will I do when this wine is stirred up and wanders about, when the devil himself cannot grasp whether it is tar or honey.

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Age: 34

Lives in: Moscow, Russian Empire

Interests: Military journalism, literature Job: War correspondent of the "Russkiye vedomosti"

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