On the subject of this rotten lawyer, this cockroach at the head of the state - he will ruin everything!
At six in the evening I arrived at the Tsarskoselsky station, where I was met by my deputy, General Polovtsov, the commander of the Petrograd Military District and other members of the government. Having already heard Polovstov’s report on the train, I suggested he immediately tender his resignation, upbraiding him for his indecisiveness in suppressing the uprisings and for failing to carry out my orders to subject to the traitors to the harshest possible countermeasures. See more
From the station I went straight to the headquarters of the Petrograd Military District, where the Provisional Government, guarded by soldiers, was sitting. All along the way we were met with cries of greeting. Before going into the hall, where Prince Lviv and other members of the government were sitting, I ordered the officers of the headquarters as quickly as possible to draw up and present me with a list of all the Bolsheviks subject to arrest, and to immediately begin hunting down and arresting the traitors and their abettors.
At midnight I received a telegram from the South-Western Front, which communicated that the Germans have broken through our lines at Zlotchev in the direction of Tarnopol. Bearing this telegram in my hand I entered the hall, where the Provisional Government was sitting. Members of the Soviet had not yet left it. With great difficulty holding myself together, I read the contents of the telegram out from beginning to end in a very loud voice and then asked the deputies of the Soviet: “Can I take it that you will no longer object to arrests?”
All morning it rained, but at 2 o'clock the weather cleared up; by evening it had become cool. The day went as usual. In Petrograd, these days, there is much confusion and gunfire. Yesterday a lot of soldiers and sailors from Kronstadt started to go against the Kerensky government. See more
There is utter confusion. But where are the people who could take this confusion in hand and stop the discord and bloodshed. The root of this is in Petrograd and not in all of Russia.
It turns out that yesterday, in Petersburg, there were demonstrations against the government. Five ministers walked out. Some say there was cannon fire. I could not get ahold of any details—the newspapers didn’t come out today. Here, there were some commodity shortages, but it is nothing serious. Two possibilities scare me: Kerensky’s resignation and the capture of Petrograd by the Germans.
When I was leaving the capital, trucks began flashing by on Petrograd streets, full of unknown armed people. Some were driving around the barracks, calling soldiers to join the armed revolt that was expected at any moment. One gang infiltrated the yard of the Ministry of Internal Affairs and broke into the first floor, where the office of Duke Lvov was located, which I have just left. See more
As soon as my train left the station, a truck drove up under a red flag that said, “First bullet—for Kerensky.”
Upon arriving in Petrograd on urgent business for a few days, I realized that the most serious and decisive events of our time are moving ever closer. In the two months of my ceaseless travels around the front, the political atmosphere in Petrograd has changed drastically.
Returning to the front, I am glad to bring a greeting from the men of the land, from the rural population of the Ukraine. I am particularly gladdened by the greetings expressed in the fraternal Ukrainian language. For two hundred years, your language has been considered criminal, and has been subject to all manner of persecutions. See more
Now the way lies open for the Ukrainian people to achieve autonomy within the family of fraternal peoples which will be created by the great (so I believe) federative Russian republic. And I believe that both in the rear and in the front, all citizens will forget everything that divides them, and come together in a single impulse, in a passionate, irresistible desire to save Russia.
Our troops continue to press forward. Kerensky is with them, trying to keep their martial spirits high. He greets the troops both on foot and mounted; sometimes he uses an automobile, at other times an airplane. His energy is amazing. He is the only man in the ranks of this awful government who has a head on his shoulders and a backbone. Nevertheless, the socialist-Bolsheviks are the real rulers.
Our troops have carried out a new, energetic and successful offensive. Kerensky is at the front and is trying to raise their spirits. This man loves his country and gives her all his strength, but he is very ill.
There is a rumour that Kerensky personally led the attack. Such a thing would be a wonder if true. However, rumours also have it that he was forced to go to the front as, were he to stay in Petrograd as should have been the case, his order to attack would not have been delivered.
Akitsa and Kolya tried to stand up for Kerensky, but I’m almost convinced that he has already crumbled. This is a vain (and unambitious) person, and therefore at the right time he won’t dare to take the upper hand and raise a stick against his comrades. He’s consoled by popularity, and it also helps him mislead himself down the path of false heroism and to play as Bonaparte.
Today is the great triumph of the revolution. The Russian revolutionary army went with tremendous enthusiasm on the offensive.
This is first and foremost: the “coalition” government, exactly like its predecessor, has no power. Disorder, disintegration, and dissoluteness are everywhere. “Bolshevism” has come to suit the temper of our dark, ignorant, slavery-wrought, war-torn masses. See more
Desertion has begun to take hold. In Petersburg, that means “raids” and “seizures,” and on the front—degradation, insubordination, and mutinies. Kerensky travels tirelessly along the front lines and puts things right here and there, but it is all simply impossible. He must create a system, he alone is simply not enough, no one person could possibly be enough.
Kerensky himself visited our division: hunched shoulders, bulbous nose, wearing a felt English cap with an unbuckled peak, his damaged hand in a suede glove pressed to the chest pocket of his coat; he stood in the command car surrounded by curious soldiers. He was screaming at them, his shaved mouth wide open, urging them to attack in the name of freedom and revolution.