The Ukrainian movement is becoming something that promises great tribulations to the Russian state. Needless to say, it is deeply tragic. Every print outlet in our country is blunt about it, regardless of its affiliation. But one needs to be fair. Not only the Central Rada is responsible for what is happening right now in Little Russia.
This responsibility needs to be shared by our Provisional Government as well. It neglected the demands of Ukrainians, which caused a very dangerous disturbance among them.
We are still soaking up the sun in Moscow. It’s 25 degrees in the shade, and over 30 degrees in the sun.
Kerensky himself visited our division: hunched shoulders, bulbous nose, wearing a felt English cap with an unbuckled peak, his damaged hand in a suede glove pressed to the chest pocket of his coat; he stood in the command car surrounded by curious soldiers. He was screaming at them, his shaved mouth wide open, urging them to attack in the name of freedom and revolution.
March ahead, to fight for freedom! I call you not to feast, but to die!
On Sunday the manifestation of the whole revolution will take place. Our slogans are: down with the counter-revolution, the Duma, the imperialists. All power to the Soviets. Long live the control of workers over production. Arming the people. See more
No separate peace with Wilhelm, no secret treaties with the British and French governments. Immediate publication of truly fair peace conditions by the Soviets. Against the policy of offensives. Bread, peace, freedom.
It is the Congress of Soviets of Soldiers’ and Workers’ Deputies. In the “Mandatory Bureau” I was very kindly given a correspondent ticket after they learnt that I was the editor of the Extraordinary Commission of Inquiry. Having walked long hallways, past guards with guns, I entered into a huge hall with two tiers of windows. I took a seat right near the stage. In the beginning the ambassador of the American Confederation of Labor held a long speech. See more
Each sentence was translated by an interpreter who stood next to the ambassador, wearing a raspberry coloured cloth on his sleeve. The speech, which was calm, was full of empty words, promises of “help”, some arrogance and helpful advice. The congress responded to all of this with a rustle of inattention, laughter and restrained applause.
Then for a long time I sat in the dining room, drank tea (black bread and white mugs) and spoke to a young soldier, who in a simple and trustworthy manner told me about his life, the offensive, the trenches, secrets, fox burrows; how a face changes before an offensive (his comrade turned blue), how then it is necessary to control oneself, how others fall nearby, how strange it is (you have just talked to a man, and now he is dead). He told me that he wanted “adventures” and gladly went to fight, and how then the adventure failed to manifest itself, instead proving to be hard (6 hours in secret, standing in a 20-degree frost).
And more - about the land, of course; about the landlords of the Riga country, how a landlord bought a wife from a peasant, how the landlord Circassians drove cattle to exterminate grass, land strips, bread, sugar and other things. Very good. It is hot, the windows at the Congress are open, there are drafts, but it is still hot. Outside the windows - trees and a smoky sunset.