Military units and automobiles had already materialised, together with sinister-looking, revolver-wielding, long-haired types – and girls of a corresponding appearance. The Kremlin was taken almost without a single shot being fired, and, come evening, Moscow found itself in the hands of the revolutionary authorities. See more
The streets were full of people singing vile revolutionary songs while en route to their vile demonstrations. A “thanksgiving public prayer to the Lord God” had been announced; troops were on their way to the parade, where blasphemy and vileness reigned supreme. Everyone was happy and exultant; the red Dionysus was carousing around Moscow and pouring his red intoxicants into the crowd. Everything was swathed in red, with vile red rags everywhere you looked, and either Germans or Bolsheviks agitating against the war. My soul is heavy with death. The revolution is odious and repellent in my eyes.