Time flies. The international war is still going on. Hunger is getting harsher everywhere.
The cavalry left today, tomorrow one hundred infantry soldiers will leave. Life is all the more terrible in the countryside, and there is nowhere else to go.
A rumor went around that they will come to crush us. Policemen came over for the night to protect us. No one slept, didn’t even undress.
I wrote to Bondarchuk about translating Tolstoy into Ukrainian.
A whole excursion of young girls and boys came from a Moscow school, where girls and boys study together.
Peter Sergeenko has arrived. He's telling us he was sent by Minister Nikitin to inquire about the unrest at Yasnaya Polyana.
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…
Today is my wedding day. I've collected a flower bouquet, decked the grave. I was strolling alone in the garden, reminiscing of my younger years.
Yasnaya Polyana destroyed.
The Ministry of Internal Affairs has received very distributing information from Yasnaya Polyana. Peasants are destroying Yasnaya Polyana, killing crops, plundering gardens and allotments, cutting down the forest. See more
The widow of the late Leo Tolstoy, Sofia Andreyevna, appealed to Nikitin, the minister of Internal Affairs with a request to protect the estate from further lawlessness of peasants and complete destruction of the property. It is interesting to note that 700 dessiatins of the best land was transferred to the peasants with no compensation in Leo Tolstoy’s will. Only 200 dessiatins make up the Yasnaya Polyana estate now, including 45 acres of arable land, a favourite forest, where Leo Tolstoy’s grave is located, and some other low-value land. It seems, from what has been said, that as per the will of Leo Tolstoy, the peasants received a generous gift- around four fifths of the entire estate’s land, and to this generous gift they now repay it with dark ingratitude.
I remember Tolstoy having a habit of avoiding any arguments. He liked taking notice of what others were saying and then perplex them with sharp retorts. But he avoided arguments, even though you could tell what he was thinking by his manner of listening. His face was very expressive; he couldn't hide his emotions.
Many people wouldn't dare stirring up arguments, knowing very well how Tolstoy would react. Usually, Countess Sofia Andreevna would come to the rescue, changing the topic to an everyday, general one.
I was rewriting Tanya's letters to me, had a conversation with V.F. Bulgakov. I'm very happy to see him, and we have a lot of common memories.
We've been preparing garlands of natural flowers for Leo Nikolaevich's grave. It's his birthday tomorrow.
I turned 73 today. And what a horrible anniversary I've reached! Where are my poor children and countless grandchildren? What are they doing? I'm feeling down, the prospect of hunger terrifies me. The court of enquiry informed me today that ten armed riders and two state officials will arrive tomorrow.
Reading papers takes a lot of time and terrifies me.
Awful events in Petrograd: shootings, murdering our own, robberies - a total and utter riot. And these robbers are our bosses! Sister takes everything to heart, intrigued by everything. I only suffer, deeply. My sister Tanya, is still so young: she even enjoys reading French novels.