Every revolution means a sharp turn in the lives of a vast number of people. Unless the time is ripe for such a turn, no real revolution can take place. And just as any turn in the life of an individual teaches him a great deal and brings rich experience and great emotional stress, so a revolution teaches an entire people very rich and valuable lessons in a short space of time. See more
During a revolution, millions and tens of millions of people learn in a week more than they do in a year of ordinary, somnolent life. For at the time of a sharp turn in the life of an entire people it becomes particularly clear what aims the various classes of the people are pursuing, what strength they possess, and what methods they use.
Workers still have in their possession 100 machine guns and 40 thousand rifles, and no one knows how many guns and pistols do they have.
I am pulling flax and writing bad poetry.
My dear martyr, I cannot write, my heart is too full, I love you, we love you, thank you and bless you, and admire you—we kiss the wound on your forehead and your eyes full of suffering. See more
I cannot find words, but you know everything, and I know everything, distance changes our love—our souls are forever united, and through suffering we understand each other even more. All here are healthy, kiss you, bless you, and pray for you without end.
How awfully sad: they will be taken away tonight. I asked for permission to say goodbye - it was not granted! I think they are going to Tobolsk, but no one knows anything, and everyone keeps silent.
The palace commandant came for me at noon, and together we went to Alexandrovsky palace. We left by the kitchen and through a basement walked to the palace, the fourth entrance, and Niki’s ante-chamber. From there I entered the cabinet, where I met with Niki, in the presence of Kerensky and an ensign in charge of guard duty. See more
I found that Niki looked rather well. I was with him for 10 minutes and then went back to Gatchina. The meeting was organised for me by Kerensky, and was caused by the fact that this afternoon I have accidentally found out that Niki with the family were leaving for Tobolsk, which would happen during the night.
Again visited Kropotkin. The society assembled there was a rather motley crew, which exhausted his family. They look at every new arrival as if he is a misfortune that needs to be patiently dealt with until the end. See more
I started talking about Walt Whitman. “I, unfortunately, have no interest in him. What kind of poetry is it, that is expressed in prose. Moreover he was a faggot! Pardon me, but how can this be all right! In the Caucasus—whoever seduces a boy, is immediately struck with a dagger!”
Before there were tsarist sycophants, now—there are innumerable sycophants from the rabble, who show up and grab all the tasty, fried pieces and warm spots… One consolation is that all these crooks will have life expectancy of soap bubbles.
It is the last day of our sojourn in Tsarskoe Selo. The weather became wonderful. During the day we worked in the same place and sawed down four trees and sawed up yesterday's. After dinner, we awaited the time of our leaving, which keeps being put aside. Unexpectedly Kerensky arrived and told us we were leaving.