Dear Vladimir Ilyich and Nadezhda Konstantinovna!
It's only been a week that I'm in the maelstrom of new Russia. The brilliance and power of feeling is such that I won’t even try to convey it. So for now I’ll limit myself to short, concise impressions.
The people are intoxicated by a total great act. I say people, because it’s not the working class at the forefront, but an amorphous, variegated mass in soldier's overcoats. The soldiers currently dictate the mood. The soldier creates a peculiar atmosphere where the grandeur of democratic freedoms and the awakening of the consciousness of civil equal rights intermingles with a complete misunderstanding of the complexity of the moment in which we’re experiencing.
Amid the feverish helter-skelter and the desire to build something new and different from before, is a tone of celebration that already rings too loud, as if the task is done. Not only is the fact that the internal enemy is far from defeated and lurks about taken lightly, but, undoubtedly, our side, and especially the Executive Committee of the Soviet of Workers 'and Soldiers' Deputies lacks the determination and political instinct to continue what has started and consolidate authority for democracy. "We are already the authority"—this is the self-gratifying mistaken mood of the majority in the Soviet. And the Guchkov government, of course, uses this intoxication with the achieved success, and, in particular, hypocritically leans towards the will and the decisions of the Soviet, but, of course, mainly and most importantly, keeps its hand on the “reins” when it comes to the war.
Things are getting worse. The revolutioneers does not want to let the Emperor go, fearing intrigues, betrayal and the divulgement of state secrets. The Germans are making unimaginable efforts to break through our frontlines. If they succeed, the way to Petersburg will lie open for them.
Submarines and airplanes spoil the whole poetry of war; I read today the history of the Anglo-Durch wars - what charm was then the war at sea. See more
One should not turn a blind eye to the difficulties and dangers of the situation. Newborn freedom faces great, perhaps even grave trials. But I look cheerfully into the future. I believe in the vitality and wisdom of our great people, who proved their greatness in a powerful impulse of freedom that overthrew the old regime.
A fortnight after the revolution I went to St. Petersburg to see the members of the new Provisional Government. Prince Lvoff, the Prime Minister, was my intimate friend. With most of the others I had been in close contact for the past two years. Men like Shingareff, a St. Petersburg doctor, Kokoshkin, the great Moscow expert on international law, and Manuiloff, the rector of Moscow University, were men of the highest integrity and ability. See more
According to what I learned this morning from the Foreign Minister, His Majesty has not yet been approached about it by the Government, as they want first of all to get rid of left-wing opposition to the proposal.
Polivanoff, who is Assistant Minister for War, has arrived. I met him at the staff mess at lunch. He came straight up to me and shook hands most cordially, addressing me as ‘my oldest friend among the Allies’, as I knew him when he was Minister for War. He was in great spirits, said: ‘All is going well, and I like a busy time like this, it suits me. Difficulties and excitement are splendid’. See more
A committee consisting of thirty officers, mostly generals, was appointed under the presidency of General Polivanov, and sat for five hours on alternate nights to draw up regulations for the “ new discipline." It worked through the Duma Military Commission to ascertain the minimum concessions that the Sovyet would accept. The officer members had to neglect important war duties in order to attend. In fact, the war had gone into the background everywhere. The operations staffs of the armies were more occupied with the “ new discipline ” than with the enemy. See more
Alexander Nicolaïevitch Benois, the painter and historian of art and a friend of whom I see quite a good deal, has given me an unexpected call.
Descended from a French family which settled in Russia somewhere about 1820, he is the most cultivated man whom I know here. and one of the most distinguished. See more