There was shooting on the Nevsky Prospect. The attack was organised by German emissaries. It turned out that they used exploding bullets that we do not use. Undoubtedly this movement has already existed and had its followers. See more
I am glad that everything we have talked about was confirmed: there was mysticism, an unfortunate choice of ministers, but treason—never!
There was a large demonstration coming from the opposite bank of the Neva. The working working public greeted it, filling the sidewalks. There was another crowd approaching the workers's demonstration, in bowler hats and fedoras; they were greeted from the sidewalk by bowler hats and fedoras. See more
Closer towards the opposite Neva bank there were mostly workers, closer to the Morskaya, next to Politseiskii bridge, the bowler hats predominated. In this crowd, by word of mouth, they were telling how Lenin, using German gold, bribed the workers, who now all supported him. "We need to smash Lenin!" cried some fashionably dressed girl.
I got an invitation to come see Rodzianko at breakfast. During our conversation, Rodzianko expressed an optimistic view on the situation in the Black Sea. I've told him that I am experiencing the same internal turmoil as everyone. For now, I can contain this motion, by appealing to the remnants of reason, See more
but at present there are signs that this reason is disappearing and I am on the verge of the same explosion that happened in the Baltic Sea, and that I do not at all believe in good outcome, which is in appearance only.
Heroism is against nature. To love your competitor is to sleep with a leper. Christ, for the most part, is the preacher of heroism.
We have come very close to civil war. It is utterly useless to discuss the question of who has caused the current dangerous situation.
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
In the crowd around you could hear indignant conversations—it was clear that resolute actions of the government would have been greeted with sympathy.
I walked along the Moika River to the house of the war minister to see Colonel Samarin, the head of Guchkov's cabinet. There I saw Colonel Baranovsky (who later occupied that post under Kerensky). I've shared what I just saw with him and expressed my bewilderment at the passivity of military agencies. "The government cannot allow the spilling of Russian blood," Samarin responded, "if Russian blood were spilled on government's orders, the whole moral authority of the government would be lost in the eyes of the people." I realized that we had nothing else to talk about.
We went to Paris for the new season at the Théâtre du Châtelet. It was our first visit since the beginning of the war. Parisians, generally jolly, it seemed, have changed under the threat of invasion.