Peter Wrangel

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Age: 39

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

Peter Wrangel

Yalta, Crimea, Russian Republic

11.01.18

At nine o’clock in the morning, I was woken up by a noise of some kind. I sat up a bit on my bed and heard loud voices, stamping feet and doors slamming. About six sailors, covered in machine gun cartridges, and with rifles in their hands, tore into the room. Two of them ran up to my bed and held their rifles at me, shouting:

“Not a muscle, you’re under arrest”.

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Peter Wrangel

Yalta, Crimea, Russian Republic

08.01.18

In the morning, we heard rumors that a clash had taken place between two Crimean dragoon squadrons headquartered in the Livadia Palace and the local Red Guard. We also heard that the Crimeans retreated into the mountain area and that Soviets have the city under their control. Around noon, the Soviet authorities published proclamations stating that the local Soviet was, as of that moment, the only power in town and demanding that all citizens surrender any weapons they might have. Toward the evening, a ship arrived and the sailors who disembarked started conducting house-checks under the supervision of the local Soviet.

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Peter Wrangel

Odessa railways, Russian Republic

14.11.17

Kerensky fled, having betrayed his comrades, his army, and Russia.

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Peter Wrangel

Kamianets-Podilskyi, Russian Empire

27.07.17

The “breach of the revolutionary army”, reported on by the head of the government, “War Minister”, Prince Lvov " ended in treason by the Grenadier Guards. The entire Eleventh Army, abandoning their positions, went running into the rear after them. See more

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Peter Wrangel

Stanislavov, Russian Empire

22.07.17

In the middle of the night I was awoken by terrible screams. Through the window you could see the sky, embraced by the glow of a fire. Cries rang out from the street, you could hear some kind of crackling and noise, the breaking of glass and occasional shots. Hastily dressed, I went out into the corridor, where I met by my orderly officer. “Your Excellency, there is a pogrom in the city. The retreating troops are breaking stores,” he reported to me. I went down into the hotel lobby. Leaning against the wall stood an old man, pale as death, with blood flowing down his long grey beard. See more

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Peter Wrangel

Petrograd, Russian Empire

04.05.17

The crowd, in a panic, was running towards the Mikhailovskaya square; whipping the horses, the coachmen were galloping. Groups of dirty, ragged fabric workers in caps and soft hats, in their majority with criminal, brutal faces, armed with assault rifles, and singing the "International" were moving in the middle of the Nevsky prospect. See more

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Peter Wrangel

Petrograd, Russian Empire

08.04.17

Political rallies have been taking place every day at all hours in the Tauride Palace, the State Duma, and in every public place - in squares and on street corners. It is like some sort of orgy of volubility. It is as if all the philistines who have kept silent for centuries have hurried out to say everything that is on their minds, to make up for lost time.

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Age: 39