What rubbish! And I wanted to love “humanity.” People are so nasty, so nasty. How great it would have been to live among dogs or horses. If you think about it: high sky, fluffy clouds, it has rained recently. A wide country road. On its sides—huts. And in every hut there are dogs. They drink milk, and, like people, eat fried potatoes, puppies are playing on porches, and I go to pick mushrooms with three dogs. See more
God! God! What happiness! And not a single human face around. And there should be no mirror, to not see my own.
Or to live with horses. It does not matter with whom, as long as it is not with a human.
There are two old dogs walking towards us. They are returning from a walk, arm in arm, affectionately wagging their tails. Here is the forest. It is clean and nice here. There are no papers, cigarette buds, cans from canned foods, husks—in other words, all that nastiness and filth that permanently accompanies man.
Here are more dogs. They must be a family: two big, furry ones and a whole pack of tiny, playing, jumping, barking ones. They affectionately sniff at us and walk past, without measuring us with greedy, calculating, piercing, inveterately lying, angry eyes.
In the forest it is cool, smells of pine, and from the dog village you hear barking, muffled by distance. And there are no people, no people, most importantly, there are no people…
Word from the front is that numerous units did not follow orders and abandoned their positions while others did not come forward to provide reinforcement. Every one of these orders had been discussed ahead of time in our meetings. Crowds of soldiers who have deserted their units have begun wandering the roads, robbing and beating people in whatever local villages they pass. See more
Without delay, I demanded that our commanders take decisive action against these traitors, and I warned that I myself would take on the ultimate responsibility for their punishment. I issued a command for deserters and robbers to be shot and for their corpses to be left on the roads in open view with appropriate labels attached.
During the morning I went outside with Alexis. The weather was cold. We went to iVlass. We went for a walk until 2 o'clock. We were drenched by a short rainstorm. We cut down and sawed up a small fir tree. We watched as our people cut the grass. We sat in the garden a while and then returned home. I read aloud until dinner time.
Glorious celestial impressions beyond the Peter and Paul Cathedral. In general, Petersburg is as beautiful as ever. The city’s last summer?
The foes of whisky won their fight in the Senate when Section 12 of the Food Administration bill was amended so as to prohibit further manufacture of distilled spirits during the war, while the President was directed to take over for the Government all stocks of distilled spirits, including rum, gin and brandy, in bond, but the owner of stocks must be paid. As finally passed, the section allows making of wine and beer.