Again visited Kropotkin. The society assembled there was a rather motley crew, which exhausted his family. They look at every new arrival as if he is a misfortune that needs to be patiently dealt with until the end. See more
I started talking about Walt Whitman. “I, unfortunately, have no interest in him. What kind of poetry is it, that is expressed in prose. Moreover he was a faggot! Pardon me, but how can this be all right! In the Caucasus—whoever seduces a boy, is immediately struck with a dagger!”
I met General KornilovCommander in Chief of the Petrograd command - from 18 March 1917 after his appointment as Supreme Commander in Chief. My general impression of Kornilov is as follows: he is, first and foremost, a soldier, and he doesn't understand a great deal when it comes to complex political questions. See more
During our failure at Tarnopol, General Kornilov decided to carry out executions despite the abolition of the death penalty, and nevertheless it was he, the man who actually introduced the punishment, who was offered the post of Supreme Commander in Chief.
This promotion created and strengthened in his consciousness the idea that it is not observing the letter of the law, but carrying out his duty, even if it is very severe, which will be justified and approved.
Masha said this morning, “You know, there’s a dictatatorship in Russia!” Out of nervousness. Just a month ago I wondered how the bourgeoisie would pull the military and the treasury and the political authorities over to its side; it seemed despite all the laws of history that Russia would, after centuries of autocracy, immediately become a socialist state. See more
But no, history does not yield herself so easily. And thus, with a wave of her hand, she tore power away from the front guard of radical socialism and gave it to the moderate socialists; she will tear it away from the socialists and pass it on to the cadets—it will happen in three weeks at the latest. Everything moves that quickly nowadays. The historical process has been accelerated.
I don’t sleep at all. For the second night in a row am reading Stendhal’s “The Red and the Black,” a ravishing, thick, two-volume novel. It stole the whole morning from me. In annoyance that it took me away from work, I threw it aside. Otherwise you cannot tear yourself away from it—you need to make a heroic gesture. See more
Five minutes later the wife told me about a Bolshevik demonstration in Petrograd yesterday. It seemed to me less interesting than the invented sufferings of Julienne that happened in 1830.
How I envy people who have money!