Colonel G (a General Staff Officer from the Northern Front), has just been in to see me. He, of course, wants to go to our army, and if there is a separate peace he will go as a private soldier.
He says that the men in the trenches are short of boots and warm clothing, and many of them are without great-coats. They gamble away their boots.
Commanding officers cannot carry out inspections of clothing; as this duty is supposed to be performed by the committees!
He says that if Bolshevism wins all along the line in rear, it is very doubtful if the men will remain in the trenches. It is certain they will all leave a few hours after they hear of the commencement of peace negotiations. He suggests that we should call in the Japanese and the Americans, that we should bribe widely, and employ murderers to get rid of Lenin, etc.—gas-bombs in the Circus when the Bolsheviks meet!
Anarchy reigns in Russia. Germans are taking what they want, soldiers are on a rampage, and there's no end to it.
A legal project has been developed by the ministry of justice in relation to compensation for losses suffered during the February revolution. See more
After every meal I would lie down for an hour, the rest of the time I would be up on my feet.
It was 17 degrees outside, so I could stay for a bit longer on my balcony. The dentist, Kostritskiy, paid me a visit to say farewell before his trip to Tobol’sk. See more
Day after day the Bolshevik orators toured the barracks and factories, violently denouncing “this Government of civil war.” One Sunday we went, on a top-heavy steam tram that lumbered through oceans of mud, between stark factories and immense churches, to Obukhovsky Zavod, a Government munitions-plant out on the Schlüsselburg Prospekt. See more
Spent the afternoon in Zurich, the evening - in "Mascotte" and "Bonbonniere".
I avoid going outside. It hurts, something's not right with my throat. It's almost a summer day. I'm still reading Fet.