Legitimate power was gone. There is anarchy in the city. There is no other solution. We need to assume power. Rodzianko hesitates. He has already made many revolutionary moves but keeps repeating, “I do not wish to rebel.” Wavered in his conviction by heated arguments, tired, and stressed out, Rodzianko asked to give him “a quarter of an hour” to think it through calmly.
He went to a separate room. What struggle must have taken place in the soul of the former chamber page of Emperor Alexander II, former horse guardsman, the chamberlain of His Majesty’s Court…
Exiting the study and taking the chair, Rodzianko announced that “he agrees.” The Interim Committee declares itself in power. Rodzianko demands full subordination. The revolutionary government has begun to act.
Today is one of the greatest and most joyous days for Russia. What a day!
The world has gone mad and is dying before our very eyes.
This is the first day of the workers’ deluge.
We come to the aid of the muddled-up world.
Let crowds rock the skies with their stamp and yelling!
-9°C. I had lunch upstairs with Lily. Horrible things are happening in St Petersburg. Revolution.
Riots broke out several days ago in Petrograd; regrettably soldiers have begun taking part in them. A vile feeling to be so far away and to receive scraps of bad news.
I went to the war minister and passed on through Nicky’s apparatus those measures that must be taken immediately as to calm the onset of the revolution, namely the resignation of the whole cabinet, and then entrusting Duke Lvov to chose a new cabinet at his discretion. I added that the answer should be given right now, since time does not wait, every hour is important. The answer was: do not make any changes before I arrive.
The Grand Duke Mikhail Alexandrovich arrived in Petrograd, and we had a meeting with him in the company of the Chairman of the State Duma, his comrade Nekrasov, the secretary of the State Duma Dmitriyukov and member of the Duma Savich. See more
The Grand Duke was informed of all the details of the state of affairs in the capital and it was pointed out that it was still possible to save the situation: he had to take over the dictatorship of the city of Petrograd, force the staff of the Government to resign and to demand, by direct wire, the manifesto of the Emperor to grant a responsible ministry. The indecisiveness of the Grand Duke Mikhail Alexandrovich contributed to the fact that the favourable moment was lost.
I don’t think much about the revolution. There is only one thought, one wish: to meet Anna Andreevna. I crossed the Neva on foot to avoid the barricades erected around the bridges. I remember a prison escapee, a boy aged about eighteen and seized by panic, who asked me for directions to the Varshavskiy train station. Staggering, I made my way to the house of Szreznevskiy, rung the bell and Anna Andreevna opened the door. “You? On a day like this? Officers are kidnapped on the streets”. – “I removed my epaulettes”. See more
She was seemingly touched by my visit. We went to her room. She lied down on the couch. For a while we discussed the significance on the ongoing revolution. She was anxious and said that great changes in our lives should be expected. “It’s going to be the same as the Great French Revolution, perhaps even worse.” – “Let’s stop talking about that”. We sat in silence. She lowered her head. “We are not going to meet again. You will leave”. – “I shall visit you. Look: your ring”. I unbuttoned my messjacket and revealed her black ring hanging on a chain around my neck. Anna Andreevna touched the ring. “That’s good, it’s going to save you”. I pressed her hand against my chest. “Always wear it”. – “Yes, always. This ring is sacred”, - I whispered. Her eyes blurred with something infinitely feminine, she extended her hands towards me. I was engulfed by a flame of incorporeal joy, kissed those hands and stood up. Anna Andreevna smiled affectionately. “That’s better”, - she said.
The ground is truly giving way underneath our feet. The prisons are wide open, and their malcontents have positioned themselves at the heads of political movements. Slowly but surely our regiments are going over to the enemy camp, and rumors abound that the First Infrantry Regiment billeted at Tsarskoye Selo has thrown in its lot with the rebels.
The decision to create an Interim council with unlimited powers.
At 1PM the soldiers were still not there, thus, when somebody finally called out to me from the vestibule, announcing the arrival of the soldiers, I rushed to the window, barely believing in such an eventuality. See more
From the window I saw the soldiers: they were lined up against the opposite side of the street and surrounded by townsfolk. It was evident that they felt constrained by such unusual circumstances and looked lost without the leadership of their officers.
Without hesitation I rushed to the street through the main entrance without even putting my coat on to greet the soldiers for whom we waited for so long. When I reached the central gate, I exclaimed salutations on behalf of the Duma and asked the soldiers to follow me into the Duma building to disarm the guards and defend the Duma should it come under attack from forces that retained their loyalty to the government.
The soldiers immideately formed columns and marched after me. We reached the guard post through the main entrance of the palace. I was worried that we would have to use force to disarm the guards, however, as it turned out, the guards fled even before we appeared. I instructed an unter-officer to assume command, explaining where the lookouts should be stationed.
All the women in Naples are beautiful. Everything is very easy here.
The next day it was clear that the abscess was not going to burst, and that it would be foolish to count on any lull. The situation was growing worse from hour to hour. See more
One thing was certain: we must leave the house at all costs as soon as possible, before the mob invaded it. In order to be inconspicuous, I put on my plainest coat and threw a shawl over my head. Suddenly, in the fever of preparation, I thought of Djibi, my little fox-terrier. He was there, motionless, looking at me fixedly, with his enormous eyes full of fear. Poor Djibi understood instinctively that something terrible had happened, that everybody was preparing to leave and that we were
going to forget him! Someone took him in his arms, someone else seized the case with my jewels, and we dashed out.