After thinking in my quiet office in the Ministry of Justice, I first considered it impossible for me to stop participating in the government’s main political decisions. The political situation inside the government coalition was so unstable that it was impossible to let things go on their own. Coming to this conclusion, I was reaching for the phone, intending to report my refusal, but then I suddenly realized the work in front of me, the government, Russia, if we enact a "truce."
The Russian front has completely collapsed in the last two or three months. Hindenburg-Ludendorff’s “General Plan” will be successful in the west, and Russia will be dominated by German pretenders for world domination. This can’t be allowed at any cost! No one in Russia is going to sign a separate peace with Germany. Russia can’t tolerate the defeat of its allies because it shares a common destiny with them. Hindenburg's plans must be thwarted, and for this it is necessary to resume military operations on the Russian front.
After several hours of difficult personal turmoil, I finally concluded that the government, the High Command and myself have no alternative, and called Lvov to inform him that I would accept the post offered to me.
When the whole world curses 'treacherous Russia', I will not curse her. How can I curse my own mother? I will be with her to eke out her bitter existence and only alone I will think 'we unhappy people, we unhappy people!' And perhaps no such Russia is needed at all? Is it possible that this is simply an obsolete term, which time will erase? Life is ineradicable. See more
There will not be 'Russia', but another, and 'young life will play at the entrance to the coffin'. But all the same, in the end, does it matter whose life it is: Russian or young German, the main thing is that life will remain, fields will remain and rivers will remain. And whose boats will travel the rivers - Russian or German - what does it matter? The German boat is even more useful. And people do not all disappear - one hundred million Vasilievs and Petrovs are not to be immediately annihilated. People will adapt! And what if there is, in fact, no need for Russia?
A careful reading of my books and poems yesterday and today convinces me that I am a worthy writer.
I am consoled by reading prophecies about the end of the world. I, too, have come to the end of my life and I give God the remaining sad days of my existence, begging him to free my soul from all earthly attachments.
The All-Russian April conference was held. 151 delegated attended it, a new Central Committee was elected during the conference, important questions were discussed - about the current situation, about the war, about the preparation of the Third International, about the national situation, the agrarian situation, and the party program. I particularly remember Ilyich’s speech about the current situation. See more
In this speech the attitude of Ilyich to the masses was particularly striking, as he carefully looked at how the masses lived, what they were experiencing. Not only among the proletariat, but also among the broad sections of the petty bourgeoisie, one must be able to conduct explanatory work, Ilyich said.
Even children are boxing!
They said that he visited posts even in advance of those ordinarily visited by the company commanders, and that as the Germans did not fire at him he must therefore be a German. One day he took down the names of the men of a draft that had arrived from
After several farewell visits at various points on the English Quay, I passed Falconet's monument of Peter the Great. It was bound to be my last chance of seeing this superb evocation of the Tsar legislator and conqueror, a masterpiece of equestrian statuary; so I had my car stopped. See more
During the three and a half years in which I have been living on the banks of the Neva, I have never tired of admiring the imperious effigy of the proud autocrat, the haughty assurance of his features, the despotic force of his gestures, the fine fury of his prancing horse, the marvellous animation of both man and beast, the plastic beauty of the whole group and the grandeur of the architectural substructure.
But to-day one thought and one alone obsessed me. If Peter Alexeievitch could come back to life for a moment, could anything describe his passionate grief on beholding the ruin, or approaching ruin, of his work, the repudiation of his inheritance, the abandonment of his dreams, the dissolution of his empire and the end of Russia's power!