I hope to start on my way home to-morrow.
I dined last night with Tereshchenko to meet Kerenski, Savinkov, Kornilov and my French colleague, Lavergne.
Kerenski looked tired and nervous. I said something to him about overwork and he sighed and spoke of the “ continual disputes ” (postoyannie conjlikti). As he left the house to get into his car and drive off to try to settle some new “ dispute,” I noticed that half a dozen lazy soldiers lounging on the parapet opposite did not trouble to stand up or salute.
I drove at midnight to have a talk with Kornilov, but did not learn much. He talks of wide schemes for militarising the railways and industry, but does not seem to see that meanwhile nothing is being done.
I saw poor little Diamandi. He wants, in order to save the last bit of Rumanian soil, that the Russians should be induced to send their best troops to Rumania, and that the Allies in the west should press their offensive energetically. He says that the Rumanians hate the Russians, who, in Milyukov’s words, have betrayed them twice, first by dragging them into the war and then, after getting them in, by refusing to fight. In saying good-bye I said I hoped to see him on my return. He said: ‘‘I only hope I will not then be the representative of a country that has ceased to exist.
There is no rain, we need it badly.
We must put up a fight, or the country will be doomed. N. came to see me at the front. He is still obsessed with his idea of a coup, and of placing the Grand Duke Dmitry Pavlovich on the throne. He is planning something, and asked me to work with him. I declared categorically that I will not enter into any escapade involving the Romanovs. See more
It is my third day in London. I wait in constant expectation of my departure for America. My impressions after leaving Russia and especially in England and London have been very unhappy. You experience something like shame when you see order and convenience of the sort that has lost all representation in your homeland. See more
They are currently sailing out on the ship from Tyumen. Tobolosk is 300 versts from the railway, and in winter can only be reached on horseback. Kerensky puts on airs of rudeness in the presence of the soldiers’ and workers’ deputies, but alone with the royal couple he is respectful and even addresses them by their titles.
The train went almost to the pier, so that we only had to get off and go down to the ship. Our ship was called "Rus." They began the transfer of our things and it continued all night. Poor Alexis was again resting, God knows how. The pounding and uproar lasted all night and almost overcame me. They left Tiumen about six o'clock.
Russia became a cesspool. Germany was unrepentant of her terrible materialism which had been the prime cause of the war. Spain and Italy were sunk in alternate atheism and superstition. France had no religious ideal. Britain was confused and distracted, full of wooden sects which had nothing of life in them. See more