Sitting before me was a general, his very full-bodied wife (wearing fur) and a cadet (their son, apparently). A beggar boy entered. He began tearfully begging for a cent. No one even moved a finger. Not the general's family, nor anyone else. See more
The "Democratic Conference" has opened in the Alexandrinsky Theatre. It's still going. Too bad. Today it seems paralyzed. Kerensky is also paralyzed. There's no government. The Democratic Conference wants to establish some sort of a "pre-parliament". One can guess the outcome, but... I can't be bothered to.
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.
Everyone loves me here. They gave me a separate room with a good bed. I compose music, read and think about my friend Doppe! If only he could be just as clever: go to work as a clerk, flirt with the inspector’s daughter and give piano lessons to the doctor’s children. He would have remained in the infirmary and enjoyed life!
Dear Konstantin Sergeevich!
First of all - hello! From the bottom of my heart I send you the most sincere and loving greeting. Then, while looking at your portrait, I sometimes anxiously think about how you endure the chaotic events that life is full off, and I would very much like to receive news from you (even just a couple words) and about you, about Maria Petrovna and all your beloved ones. Maybe you are going to do it someday? See more
I've been reading the whole day. Natasha's come back for lunch and invited KerimKerim khan Irevanski (1885–1919) - officer, cavalryman, friend of Grand Duke Mikhail Alexandrovich along with her - I haven't seen him since August 29 of last year.