We arrived in Kiev. Over the city there flew a yellow-blue flag, Ukrainian soldiers were guarding the Duma, and on the streets there were rallies: Russians argued with Ukrainians, the Jews were sulking and waiting for a bearing.
The situation is nasty.
Now I see and hear things that practically no one sees and hears, that few can observe once in a hundred years.
The socialist minister, worshipped by the mob, and who signifies in its eyes the liberation of Russia from monarchical oppression, rides around the army, passionately appealing to the troops to start advancing. Everywhere he is met with usual expressions of mass excitement by the same people who several months ago greeted Nicholas II in the same way.
During the morning there were a lot of storm clouds, but at 11 o'clock the sun came out and the weather became quite clear and immediately warmer. After my walk I gave Alexis a history lesson. During the day I diligently dug in the beds with the others. See more
Sixty-five guards of the 2nd, Infantry Regiment were again undisciplined, and the officers were indifferent. Until dinner time we took a ride on the bicycle.
It is not love that causes my heart to beat, but my heartbeat causes love.
My request to you is to be wise and calm. You cannot suspect me in anything chauvinistic... But right now I am in no position to respond to your questions. When I left Petrograd, this question had not yet been raised and I am completely unfamiliar with the positions of my comrades. We are in a difficult situation. I don't know in what sense you are talking about Ukraine’s autonomy. See more
I can categorically state that in the Provisional Government there is a wish to do everything that is possible, everything that they can consider possible and appropriate to take on, pertaining to Ukraine’s autonomy, based on their call of duty and conscience.
I hope with all my heart that the new forces in Russia may be guided by the principles and objects it sets forth!
I am tormented when I read about ‘anarchy’, about the atrocities committed by soldiers, but here I am in carriage, where everyone coos about food and dresses of the ‘real bourgeoisie’ (unctuous, buxom and soft). See more
Suddenly, in a flash, I understood with all my heart that I am among these rampaging hordes, these coarse soldiers (whom I condemn, but understand- that is to say I can understand), and not among those fat ‘people’, no longer surrounded by them (whom I cannot ‘condemn’, but also cannot understand). And, besides, I feel a purely physical disgust, looking at them.
Russian Revolution is a tragicomedy. It is the final act of a Gogol epic. And perhaps the bleakest and most hopeless in it is what it took from Gogol. In whatever is in it from Dostoyevsky, there are more glimmers of light. Russia needs to break free from the power of Gogol’s ghost .