My remark about 2 beautiful girls is a drama — fifty is only a chorus.
No matter how hard the authorities try to ban the baking of sweet pastries and cakes, throngs of customers continue to congregate at the city’s confectioners.
Judging by the quantities in which they devour them, the public’s appetite for sweets seems only to grow.
The janitor of the house was a negro. My wife paid him three months’ rent in advance, but he gave her no receipt because the landlord had taken the receipt-book away the day before, to verify the accounts. When we moved into the house two days later, we discovered that the Negro had absconded with the rent of several of the tenants. See more
I travelled to Tsarskoye Selo, having learned that the Emperor was currently in residence there. As a member of His Majesty’s retinue, I could expect to be granted an audience. Only two people were scheduled to be received by the tsar that day, and an audience was indeed promptly granted. Normally, the Emperor was all attention at debriefings, and I had assumed that an update about the situation on the Romanian front would spark his interest. It appeared to me, however, that, in this particular moment, his thoughts were preoccupied with completely different problems.
I had been instructed to report, for the information of the Imperial conference that was about to meet in London, as to the prospects of Russia continuing in the war; and, after consultation with Lord Milner, with whom it had been my privilege to work during his stay in Petrograd, I telegraphed to the Foreign Office on February 18 as follows: See more
Attended a symphonic concert at the local National Theatre. An evening of Greig. In the hall of the university I marveled at the works of my beloved Munch (a Norwegian artist). An atmosphere of aestheticism, art and beauty reigns in Norway, which comes as great relief after the earthy and business spirit of America! Yet still I have come to appreciate America. I saw her close up and learnt to appreciate her.
Chairman of the State Duma Rodzianko barged his way into my presence with an endless stream of news, theories, and anti-dynastic plans. His audacity knew no limits, which, together with his obvious intellectual failings, gave him the air of a character straight out of Moliere.
How precious to me is every scrap of news I receive from Moscow. You start to understand the Chinese, who are said to sew a handful of earth into the soles of their shoes upon leaving home so as always to walk upon native soil. We’re doing a great deal of work at the moment. Mikhail Fedorovich’s ballet will soon be arriving here in Rome before transferring to Paris, Spain and South America. It’s a series of Russian pieces, so each act is a separate ballet – there’s no common storyline connecting them, and they develop completely independently from one another.
Dear Mark Timofeyevich,
From the enclosed you will see that Nadya is planning the publication of a Pedagogical Dictionary or Pedagogical Encyclopaedia.
I am strongly in favour of this plan because, in my opinion, it fills a very serious gap in Russian pedagogical literature; it will be a very useful work and will provide an income, which for us is extremely important.
With the increase in the number of readers and the broader circles involved, there is now a quickly growing demand for encyclopaedias and similar publications. A properly compiled Pedagogical Dictionary or Pedagogical Encyclopaedia will become a handbook and go through a number of editions.
I am sure Nadya can do this because she has been working in pedagogy for years, has written about it and has undergone systematic training. Zurich is an exceptionally convenient centre for work of this kind; it has the world’s finest pedagogical museum.
By some kind of miracle, Moscow’s restaurants continue to be able to get their hands on things that, for most people in Moscow, are unimaginable luxuries. Do you wish to eat the finest meat on fasting days? Well, you can, for ten times the price of course. Pining for wine? They have cellars full of the best sorts, only at shocking prices: from 25 to 75 roubles a bottle. They even have cognacs for 400 roubles. The leading restaurateurs have flour, and butter, and cream. These are the sorcerers of our times, and every first-class restaurant is like a state within a state with fine white tablecloths as the flags of their sovereignty. It’s enough to make one cry for our dear Russia.
Donate to the bathhouses in the trenches. Malyi Gnezdnikovskii Lane, Building 12, Apartment 5. Telephone: 2-05-87.