5 April 1917. Alexander Blok

57, Ofitserskaya street, Petrograd, Russian Empire

For three days I have sat in the bath, seen no one, and been aware of little more than my cleanliness. Wandering the streets I have been both observer and participant in a unique historical spectacle. The people, running around our unclean streets without the slightest superintendence, are in such high spirits that they are half-crazed.

The unaccustomed realization that everything is now possible strikes awe into our souls and fills us with joy and fear in equal measure. Anything can happen, and while this moment - for the country, for the state, for any kinds of “property” - is dangerous, the realisation that a miracle has happened, and that, consequently, more miracles await, conquers all other thoughts. None of us ever dreamed that we would be the witnesses of such daily miracles.

There is nothing to be afraid of, only kitchen maids are afraid. It seems that is possible to be scared of everything, but nothing is frightening, not the unprecedented scale of the events, not the armoured cars and their red flags, nor the soldiers coats and their red ribbons. I’m at a complete loss as to what to do with myself. I have until Fomin’s Saturday off (with good reason) but even then I would willingly not return to the collective if I had something worthwhile to do. Since yesterday I began to shake the cobwebs from my brain, but still I couldn’t think of anything to do, other than to ponder the endless possibilities…

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Alexandre Benois

38, 1st line of Vasilyevsky Island, Petrograd, Russian Empire

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Burials were held in St Petersburg for the “martyrs of the revolution”. Many of us at the time were attending an exhibition at Dobychina’s Artistic Bureau, and saw through the windows the event unfolding on the Field of Mars. Gorky did not long remain an observer; he was called upon to bless the graves, and he dragged me behind him. They even photographed us in front of an open grave. See more

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Ivan Bunin

Field of Mars, Petrograd, Russian Empire

At the Field of Mars I witnessed the comedy of a burial service performed, in the manner of some kind of long-established sacrificial rites, for the so-called fallen heroes of our revolution. See more

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Aleksandra Tolstaya

Surgical infirmary of the Minsk Provincial Zemsky Committee, Minsk, Russian Empire

The slogan “war until a victorious end” sounds inspiring away from the fighting, where people are busy with their 8-hour day, but in the trenches, where soldiers sit idly for 8-10 hours in waist-high mud, the words ring with a pathetic and false note.

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Julius Martov

Zurich, Switzerland

This affair with the Bolsheviks has not induced a great deal of upset. It is very clear that even they feel awkward about the whole thing, and realise that they have acted very shabbily in regards to everyone else in particular…

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Robert Lansing Woodrow Wilson

Washington, D.C., United States

My dear Mr. President: We have not, as you know, congratulated the Russian Government or people upon the establishment of democratic institutions in that country; merely recognizing the Government as the one with which we desired intercourse. See more

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Maurice Paleologue

10, Kutuzova embankment, Petrograd, Russian Empire

I have sent Ribot the following telegram:

Some of the Petrograd papers have reproduced an article in the Radical pointing out the necessity of changing the representative of the Republic in Russia. It is not for me to take the initiative in expressing my desires in this matter. Your Excellency knows me well enough to be sure that in circumstances such as these personal considerations do not count with me at all. See more

But the article in the Radical makes it incumbent upon me to tell you that, having had the signal honour of representing Petrograd in France for more than three years and being conscious that I have spared no effort in that service, I should feel it no hardship to be relieved of my heavy task, and should the Government of the Republic think it desirable to appoint a successor, I should do everything in my power to make the change a simple matter.

The telegram has been inspired by several considerations.

In the first place, there may be an official advantage in my being relieved of my post: I enjoyed the confidence of the old regime and I simply do not believe in the new one. And then, even from here I can guess what a campaign the advanced parties in the Chamber must be carrying on against me. If I am to be recalled, I should at least prefer to take the initiative: I have always seen the force of Sainte-Beuve's aphorism that "You want to leave things just a little before they leave you."

To-day there has been a great ceremony on the Champ-de-Mars, where the victims of the revolutionary rising, the "nation's heroes " and "martyrs to liberty," have been given a state burial.

A long grave has been dug in the transverse axis of the parade-ground. In the centre a platform, draped in red, was raised to serve as vantage-point for the members of the Government.

Since early morning, huge and interminable processions, headed by military bands and carrying black banners, threaded their way through the streets of the city to collect from the hospitals the two hundred and ten coffins destined for revolutionary apotheosis.

On the most modest estimate, the number of demonstrators exceeded nine hundred thousand. Yet there was neither confusion nor delay at any point on the route. In their formation, marching, stops and singing all the processions kept perfect order. In spite of the icy wind, I was curious to see them manœuvre across the Champ-de-Mars. Under a snow-laden and wind-lashed sky, these endless crowds, which filed slowly past with their red coffins, presented an amazingly impressive spectacle, and to heighten the tragic effect the guns of the Fortress boomed at one-minute intervals. The art of mise en scene is native to the Russians.

But what struck me most was the absence of one element from the ceremony---the clergy. No priests, no ikons, no prayers, no crosses. The only anthem was The Workmen's Marseillaise.

Since the archaic age of Saint Olga and Saint Vladimir, and indeed since the Russian people first appeared in the light of history, it is the first time that a great national act has been performed without the help of the Church. It is but a short while since religion was still guiding and controlling all public and private life; it intervened incessantly with its pomp and pageantry, its dazzling ascendancy, its unchallenged domination of imagination and heart, if not of reason and soul. Only a few days ago, all the thousands of soldiers and workmen whom I saw marching past me could not see the smallest ikon in the street without stopping, lifting their caps and crossing themselves fervently. What a contrast was presented to-day! But why should one be surprised? In the field of ideas, the Russian always rushes to the extreme and the absolute.

Slowly the Champ-de-Mars emptied itself. The light waned; a dismal and icy mist rose from the Neva. The square, deserted once more, became desolate and sinister. As I returned to the Embassy by the solitary paths of the Summer Garden, I reflected that I had perhaps witnessed one of the most considerable events in modern history. For what has been buried in the red coffins is the Byzantine and Muscovite tradition of the Russian people, nay the whole past of orthodox Holy Russia.

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George Buchanan

4, Dvortsovaya embankment, Petrograd, Russian Empire (British Embassy)

It is difficult to say how many lives were lost in the "bloodless" revolution, but according to most accounts they were under a thousand. It was at Viborg and Cronstadt where the worst scenes were enacted. In both these places a number of officers of the army and of the fleet were either subjected to the most brutal treatment or massacred by the insurgents. See more

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The New York Times

The US entered the war. President Wilson’s address to Congress, translated into German, is being distributed liberally over the German lines by British aviators. It is understood the same thing is being done by French aviators.

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Ilya Ehrenburg

Of course, a frenzied crowd smashing a town and killing people is appalling. Man is terrible, and is capable of destroying everything when blinded by hatred. Beastly anger, anger, and insanity. But a hundred times worse is the cruelty of a cold, sober mind, it’s a death sentence for an entire country, carried out for strategic or diplomatic purposes. See more

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