The revolution didn’t change anything for us, the bohemians. It might as well have never happened. Some new cafes opened, “Pitersk” on Kyznetsky St and the “Poets’ Cafe” on Nastas’insky St. By then we’d stopped wearing yellow jackets, but, as always, continued to think up oddball ideas. Not that anyone was really paying attention. See more
People had already got used to us and listened with condescending smiles. You can’t shock people forever! Futurism had already made its mark, society was paying attention, and neither we nor the public had any further use for it. The “father of futurism, Marinetti, came over from Italy but failed to make much of an impression. We gradually started to move away from futurism, each following his own path. At the end of the day, futurism made nothing and made no one famous. Mayakovsky? But Mayakovsky was a genius on his own merits, regardless of anything else.
Kerensky’s government was dying to get its hands on me. They never failed to use anything they found to discredit me, even if it were the most trifling detail. All of the secret services of Europe were on my trail: Russia, Romania, England, France, Italy… My house in Copenhagen was surrounded by agents from these nations, who tracked each and every step I took. See more
My letters were intercepted and opened. Nevertheless, and despite the Russian government’s obvious prejudice against me, they couldn’t find anything to use to build up a case against me. In the end the government buried the case.
Russia absorbed reading matter like hot sand drinks water, insatiable. And it was not fables, falsified history, diluted religion, and the cheap fiction that corrupts–but social and economic theories, philosophy, the works of Tolstoy, Gogol, and Gorky… See more
We came down to the front of the Twelfth Army, back of Riga, where gaunt and bootless men sickened in the mud of desperate trenches; and when they saw us they started up, with their pinched faces and the flesh showing blue through their torn clothing, demanding eagerly, “Did you bring anything to read?”
I often see brooding over the crowd on the Nevsky an extraordinary, a horrifying figure. It seems hardly human. It is a little misshapen dwarf, perched strangely on a tiny seat at the top of a stout pole high enough to bring him above the heads of the passers-by; and the pole is upheld by a sturdy peasant who collects the alms of the charitable. The dwarf sits on his perch like a monstrous bird and the effect is increased by some thing birdlike in his head, but the strange thing is that the head is finely shaped, the head of a young man, with a great hooked nose and a bold mouth. See more
The eyes are large, rather close together, and they stare with an unwinking fixity. The temples are hollow, the cheeks wan and sunk. The strange beauty of the features is more than commonly striking because in Russia as a rule features are indistinct and flat. It is the head of a Roman of the Empire in a sculpture gallery. There is some thing sinister in the immobility of the creature, watching the crowd with the intentness of a bird of prey and yet seeing nothing, and that fierce bold mouth is curved into the shadow of a sardonic smile. There is something terrifying in the aloof ness of the creature, contemptuous and yet indifferent, malicious and yet tolerant. It is like the spirit of irony watching the human race. The people pass to and fro and they put into the peasant’s box kopecks and stamps and notes.
As is now well known, the crisis was resolved by the amalgamation of five ministries into the Directory. At the same time, the Council of Workers’ Deputies decided to call an all-Russian democratic congress, along the lines of the Moscow congress, which will pronounce on the forms and make up of government.
The “Provisional Government” has discontinued classes in all institutions of higher education in both capitals, i.e. in 75% of Russia’s institutions of higher education. Perhaps this is because “student housing” canceled these classes? See more
In any case, this order is unquestionably bizarre and absurd, especially with regards to Moscow.
Telegrams arrive here twice a day; many of them are composed so obscurely that it is difficult to understand them. Evidently, in Petrograd, there is great confusion. Again there has been a change in the staff of the government. See more
Evidently, no one escapes from the enterprises of General KornilovCommander in Chief of the Petrograd command - from 18 March 1917; he himself sides part of the time with the generals and officers who are prisoners to their own army and part of the time with the army. He goes to Petrograd and then leaves again. The weather became wonderfully hot.
I came in here [to Mrs. J. S. Dilworth’s Pinehurst Cottage] last night from Walloon to get the mail and some more clothes. There will be about 60 bushel of marketable potatoes the way it looks now. Those 60 bu. however will be very good. You see there are strips of very good ones and then a lot of little nubbins. See more
I would advise shipping all the good ones home as Wesley [Dilworth] is only paving 85* per bushel. I am digging them all myself as Warren [Sumner] is all crippled up. In his joints.
I expect to finish them all and haul them over to the [Horton] Bay by Sat. night. It is very dry here just like powder and I am afraid our late beans will never get ripe. Our early ones are ready to pull now. Wesley advises shipping the spuds to О. P. [Oak Park]. I dig them, then pick up the good ones and put them in crates and then sack them. Warren comes down for an hour or so in the evening and we put them on the stone boat and haul them in the barn.
Today on the Missouri [lake steamer] go down to you the barrel of apples I spoke about on the card. Also I thot you could use a sack of spuds. That sack shows the general run of the good ones.
Please write your instructions right away so if you want them shipped down I will send them next Wed. on the boat.
I am planning to leave some time during the first week of Oct. I wanted to hire the Polacks to pick up but they wanted 54? a bush so I told them nothing doing.
P.S. Send me a Trib occasionally why not? EMH