My company of Russian friends has already been widely scattered. Some have gone to take up residence in Moscow, hoping to find the atmosphere there less stormy. Others have retired to their estates, with the idea that their presence will have a good moral effect on the peasants. Others have emigrated to Stockholm.
But for all that I managed to raise a company of a dozen or so for a last dinner this evening.
Everyone seemed absorbed in his thoughts; conversation lagged, and the atmosphere was doleful.
Before leaving, all my guests gave utterance to the same sentiment: "To us your departure marks the end of an order. So we shall have long and happy memories of your term of office."
The news of the Russian army is bad. The practice of fraternization with the German soldiers is making headway all along the front.
The soul of the Russian people has proven in its very nature to be a global democratic soul. It’s ready not only to merge with the democracy of the entire world, but also to assume a position of leadership and to lead it down the path of human progress as inspired by the great principles of freedom, equality and brotherhood.
Milyukov and Shingaryev went to the front. While they were gone, a Provisional Government meeting was unexpectedly called late one evening in Prince Lvov's apartment. Kerensky and Tereshchenko took it upon themselves to sharply attack the point about the Straits and Milyukov’s entire role in the Provisional Government. I was the only one to stand up for him. See more
Guchkov’s resignation is a sensational one. Sensational not in itself, but in the manner in which it occurred: without issuing any warning to the government, without engaging in any preliminary discussions of the matter with his ministry colleagues, the minister of war quit his post even as the war raged on, declaring that the government lacked the capacity to fulfill its functions and that he, See more
It was very nice clear weather. I took a walk. During the day the whole family went out into the garden; Alix sat in a lawn chair and watched us work, digging up the garden. At 6:30 we went to vespers. The last two days we have eaten without electric lights. Evenings are becoming lighter. I began to read aloud from the book by Sherlock Holmes, The Hound of Baskervilles.