I had an interesting conversation with the commandantKorovichenko, commandant of the Alexander Palace. He is an idealist, a straightforward and honourable man. I admire that type of character. Kerensky, too. Both of them put their whole lives into their work. If his Majesty could rid himself of the cult of autocracy, which is as mystical as it is political, and surround himself with the forces of the nation, instead of the handful of rascals in whom he places his trust, everything could be different!
It is cold outside. I am not going out. There is no sign of spring leaves yet. I attended vespers and, as usual, it brought me some comfort.
For the most part, the intelligentsia is out of its depth - the great, humane Russian intelligentsia, that child of Pushkin and Herzen, Tolstoy and Chekhov. It has now become irrevocably clear that, with some rare exceptions, it is helpless in the matter of statesmanship.
Sasha left again to the front, lively and even cheerful, and I winced, so as not to cry.
As Miliukov told me the day before yesterday, the French socialists, with Albert Thomas to lead them, are making a fine mess of it here!
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It was a cold day, but a little better and without snow. I took a walk and read for a while. During the day I went out with Tatiana. When we were about done working, a crowd of off-duty infantrymen from the guard came up to us and watched with curiosity as we took out the blocks of ice. At 6:30 we went to vespers. During the evening I read aloud from a book.