The crucial task of Russian culture is in making sure its fire is directed at that which needs to be burned; to turn the rebellions of Stenka Razin and Pugachev into a powerful wave of music; to bound this fire in such a way as not to weaken it but to shape its flow; to organise its rebellious will; See more
the lazy embers in which the flames of rebellion can sometimes be smothered must be directed to those Rasputin depths of the soul and there to fan the flames to the very sky, a fire of cunning, lazy, masochistic craving.
Living in a hut near the Razliv station where Ilyich was hiding was no longer possible. Autumn arrived, and Ilyich decided to move to Finland, where he wanted to write his planned State and Revolution which he had already done a lot of extracts, and had considered from all sides. See more
It was also easier to follow the newspapers in Finland. Emelyanov made him a passport for a Sestroretsk worker, and Ilyich wore a wig and made himself up a bit. Dmitry Ilyich Leshchenko, an old party comrade from 1905-1907, the former secretary of our Bolshevik newspapers, who often slept over at Vladimir Ilyich’s, went to Razliv and photographed Ilyich (a picture was to be attached to the passport). Cde. Yalava, a Finnish comrade who worked as a machinist on the Finnish Railway, Cdes. Shotman and Rakhya knew him well, took on himself to transport Ilyich in the guise of a stoker. And that’s how it was done.
In the middle of the night, I woke up to a burst of indecent noise. Hysterical female screams: “Help! They’re destroying me! They’re killing me!” Footsteps, male voices. Noise. And again those splitting female screams. On this sort of night, it’s no good to be in prison. In the morning, the wardress, the one who had five cats, explained that the criminal wing is full. See more
Last night, they brought in a group of prostitutes caught in some of the city’s less reputable establishments. One of them, “a hysteric,” in the wardress’s opinion, balked—she didn’t want to go into the cell, at least not into that one. In the end, they had to call in guards from the men’s division. She fought, she bit. They tied her hands and threw her into the cell.
Today, the wardress went to see her, and she was huddled up in a corner, pointing at the corner opposite: “See? See?” The wardress didn’t see anything. The corner was just like all the other corners in the cell.
“And the man?”
“That one there, the most natural man you could think of, do you really not see?”
The wardress liked the phrase “natural man.” She chuckled for a long while.
“They all see ‘natural men.’ She must be a coke addict. A madwoman.”
Newspapers report a safe arrival in Tobolsk on Saturday. What a horrible hole this must be! If only they were safe there.
I slept well. The rain and cold had returned. We decided to remain on the ship. Some squalls came up, but at 1 o'clock the weather cleared up. The crowd continued to build up on the pier and the nearby bank. Some had their feet almost in the water and went back inside only when it rained. See more
A lot of work has gone into both houses, cleaning and bringing the rooms into presentable appearance. All of us and the guards wanted to go some place farther up the river while we waited. We ate lunch at 1 o'clock and dinner at 8 o'clock. The kitchen in the house had already been fixed up, and our food was brought to us from there. All evening I went with the children around our cabins. The weather was cold, with a northwest wind.