It was a day of goodbyes ; many officers came in from Petrograd to bid farewell to the Imperial Family; the Tanieffs left, as the Empress had insisted upon them returning to the Palace of the Grand Duke Michael, where they might reasonably hope to be in safety. At last the Empress decided to tell the Grand Duchesses about the abdication… she could not bear this painful task to devolve upon her husband. She therefore made her way to their apartments, and was with them alone for a long time. Anantasie seemed to sense what had happened… and after her mother had left them she looked at me, and said, very quietly,
“Mamma has told us everything, Lili; but, as Papa is coming, nothing else matters. However, you have known what was going on… how could you keep it from us? Why, you're usually so nervous… how is it you are so calm?”
I kissed her, and said that I owed all my fortitude to her mother. She had set such an example of courage that it was impossible for me not to follow it. When the Empress broke the news to the Tsarevitch, the following conversation took place:
“Shall I never go to G.H.Q. again with Papa? " asked the child.
“No, my darling— never again," replied his mother.
“Shan't I see my regiments and my soldiers?” he said anxiously.
“No ... I fear not.”
“Oh dear! And the yacht, and all my friends on board—shall we never go yachting any more?” He was almost on the verge of tears.
“No ... we shall never see the ‘Standart.’... It doesn't belong to us now.”
Fraternal greetings. We leave for Petrograd today. Kamenev, Muranov, Stalin.
The most frightful and fantastic types human specimens imaginable have crawled out onto the streets of Petersburg. Where have these people been hiding? One imagines that the gates have been opened to some vast asylum in the slums, in which these people, spurned and rejected by life, once wiled away their miserable lives. While quietly meandering around the city, they give an insuppressible impression of a people struggling to recall some lost memory. See more
No longing for the past.
From this moment all in the palace are considered in a state of quarantine, and contact with the outside world is forbidden.
I have burnt the letters I received from Lili Dehn. I sat today with Anya.
You know, Aleksei Nikolaevich, your father no longer wants to be the Emperor.
Your majesty should consider himself as if he were arrested.
This morning I asked the Foreign Minister about the announcement in the papers that the Czar had been placed under the arrest. I was informed by His Excellency that this was not strictly accurate. The position was that the Emperor was no longer his liberty, and that a delegation of the Duma and an escort provided by General Alexeieff would accompany him to Tsarskoe Selo. See more
Sleep for me was impossible. I lay on the mauve couch — her couch—unable to realise that this strange happening was a part of ordinary life. Surely I must be dreaming; surely I should suddenly awake in my own bed at Petrograd, and find that the Revolution and its attendant horrors were only a nightmare! But the sound of coughing in the Empress’s bedroom told me that, alas I it was no dream… See more
During the last few days a rumour has spread among the mob that "Citizen Romanov" and his wife, "Alexandra the German," are working secretly for a restoration of autocracy, with the connivance of the "moderate" ministers, Lvov, Miliukov, Gutchkov, etc. The Soviet accordingly demanded the immediate arrest of the sovereigns yesterday evening. The Provisional Government yielded to its desires. The same evening four deputies of the Duma, Bublikov, Gribunin, Kalinin and Verschinin, left for G.H.Q. at Mohilev, with instructions to bring the Emperor back with them. See more
I was at Moghilev during the day. At 10:15 I signed the farewell notice to the Army. At 10:30 I came to the duty house where I said goodbye to all the ranking staff 121 members and the management. At home I said goodbye to the officers and Cossacks of the Convoy and the Composite (reserve) regiment. My heart almost broke. See more