I can definitively feel a soul in the middle of my chest. It’s oval as an egg, and, when I sigh, it’s the one doing the breathing.
I miss you terribly and ever more often – this despite the fact that my life is filled to the brim (and I’m still writing to you about this – for the fifth or sixth time, it would seem). Sometimes I yearn so much for you that it’s hard to put into words – right now, for example; I’ve a quiet hour, if only I could spend it with you.
As the spokesman for the meaning and will of revolutionary democracy, the coalition Provisional Government must set before itself the tasks of the war and its consequences and the tasks of the planned organization of the national economy and labor, which are the results of the collapsed old regime’s failure. See more
The days are all alike – no news. I had a conversation with a certain hussar we encountered in the garden, he’d just returned from the front and was polite to boot. As for the rest, one mustn’t expect anything of them, even basic greetings – they’re insolent people.
A guard from the Reserve Battalion of the 2nd. Tsarist Infantry Regiment (commanded by Ensign Belyakovsky) conducted themselves as they should, not one of the guards was loafing about the garden, and the conduct of the sentry was decent . See more
Upon his arrival in Sevastopol, Kerensky made a round of the ships; I was with him all the time. He was given a very grand welcome, but my impression was that he made no impression on the crews. Everything seemed to be going well. “You see, Admiral, everything is settled – after all, we have to turn a blind eye nowadays to many things; I’m sure these events will not recur in your fleet. The crews have assured me that they will do their duty…”