Who says there are no drunks on the street? Are the soldiers really not drinking? It was most strange to see a drunken officer on the tram, fraternising with the soldiers (who were evidently laughing at him), a scene which I found physically painfully. It made the blood flow in my old veins.
It would be better to die (which, sooner or later, will happen anyway) so as not to see such perversions of humanity. It would be better to see nothing, except the sea, the wind, the forests and the fields, and any scene unspoiled by people.
Athens. The fall of Constantine L. King of the Hellenes, has come. In response to the demand of the protecting powers—France, Great Britain and Russia—he abdicated today in favor of his second son, Prince Alexander
Stifling and dusty hell.
We were visited by 200 soldiers, who came with music, and played very well. First they played the Marseillaise, and at Tolstoy’s grave played a funereal march. We had many conversations about Lev Nikolaevich and about the Tsarist family.
It seems that everything is getting worse and worse. Some military units want to remain loyal, but there are too few of them to start an offensive.