Petrograd has started to look more and more like a village - not even a village, but a dirty camp of nomadic savages. The feebly gray ragged men, in their greatcoats with their ruffles, have become more prominent, wreaking havoc everywhere. Nevsky prospect and the main streets have become a disorderly sloppy market. See more
The houses were covered with torn adverts, people ate and slept on the panels, scum was lying around, they traded anything they had. Soldiers walked armed down the streets, wearing whatever they had, some clad only in their underwear.
The Bolsheviks, who were before called “communists,” have been dispatched to Russia from Germany to incite rebellion, and it was also the Germans who gave them money; the Provisional Government knew that communists were emissaries of a state that was at war with us, but still not only granted them permission to enter, but also pompously met them. “Treason,” you will say? No, just stupidity.
Strictly speaking, everything has remained the same as it was during the reign of Nicholas II, only then it was one weak leader doing as Rasputin ordered, whereas now there are several incompetents following the orders of the Council of Workers’ and Solders’ Deputies. See more
The only significant difference is that the fate of Russia was once determined by one scoundrel, Rasputin; now it is determined by hundreds of them – “dogs and predatory deputies”.
Kschessinsky’s house on the Kamenny Prospekt has been taken over by a gang, an insignificant gang of communists with Lenin at their head, who appear on the terrace every morning to inspire the people to steal from and murder the bourgeois. See more
In vain has the owner of the house appealed to the authorities to remove the trespassers. Their answer is always the same: “resorting to force against citizens is inappropriate in a free country”.
Following the abdication, the situation in Petrograd has become outwardly calmer; life pursues its wonted course once more. The shooting has stopped and the fires blaze no longer. The streets, now completely empty of police, are again full of traffic, and order hasn’t been disrupted. But people have completely ceased to work: they’re preoccupied with matters more pressing.
Autocracy has bit the dust. It expired quietly, almost imperceptibly, without a fight, without clinging to life—it did not even try to resist death. Only the very old, thoroughly exhausted organisms, die this way; they are not sick, nothing special has happened to them, but the body is worn out, and they are not able to live anymore. The firewood has burnt, the fire has gone out. “He died of weakness,” the people say. See more
The funeral service for the dead has been performed. Survivors, Milyukov, Kerensky and Co., have begun the creation of a new, free Russia.
The sovereign still reigns, but his guard, carrying red banners, is already hurrying to the Tavrichesky palace to express its readiness to serve the Revolution.
I see a handsome officer decorated with the order of St George. He is surrounded on all sides, surrounded tightly, as if in grips of a vise. He turned pale, but remains calm. No a single face muscle twiched; he looks right at the bastards’ faces with cold, calm eyes and I feel that he will look at death the same way. See more
He was disarmed.
He continues to stand still. Some worker dashes to him and attempts to grab one of the epaulettes. A soldier emerges from the crowd, who, no doubt came straight from the front lines, and smacks the worker across the face. The worker falls down. The crowd is cheering and yells “hurray!”. The officer slowly approaches the soldier and tells him something. The soldier stands still and salutes, but his face is smiling joyously. The warriors continue on in a calm, determined manner. The crowd steps back respectfully.
I have been looking at these foul scenes for hours. I am disgusted and in pain, and the pain makes me want to cry, but I don’t have the will to leave and stop watching.
«Беспорядки» обывателя не пугают. К ним привыкли. Поводов к классовой борьбе, казалось, нет, потому что не было ненависти к имущим классам, которые разделяли со всем населением тяготы военного времени. Все слои населения одинаково испытывают неудовольствие против правительства, и поэтому опасаться кровавых эксцессов причин нет. Даже полиция не волнуется. Как и все остальные, она привыкла к беспорядкам и не видит в них ничего угрожающего. Толпа не горит тем огнем, который внушением передается и посторонних заражает, заставляет бессознательно ощущать то, что ощущает она, и следовать за ней.
There is no real military presence in the capital. The Petrograd Garrison consists of many, too many, men, but instead of disciplined soldiers one finds only a dissolute, undisciplined, and leaderless mass of untested recruits and reservists.
Ceaseless anti-war propaganda is sapping the will to fight. Many factories have been evacuated; in others, the workers are on strike. The government, which seems to be doing everything in its power to spread popular discontent, is widely despised. The Tsar’s authority is all but lost.