300 thousand rubles’ worth of sunflower seeds are purchased in Petrograd on a daily basis. That is the sweep of this revolution. Everyone is fed up with the Bolsheviks. All of Russia is against them. The war, too, is hardly popular. Everyone thirsts for unwavering power.
Word is that tomorrow, at the demonstration, everyone will be armed, and resentment at the Bolsheviks is high and rising.
During the morning I took my usual walk throughout the park. The heat became unusual. I began to read Julian by Merezhkovsky. During the day we cultivated two more flower beds in front of the marble vase In the center garden. I went for a ride in the canoe. I took a bath before tea. See more
At 6:30 we went to vespers. Thunder clouds were gathering and thunder could be heard. During dinner it began to rain like a stream for 10 minutes.
I had a top secret conversation of the highest importance with U.S. Ambassador Root and USN Admiral Glenon. The result was my decision to accept a role in the proposed operations of the American Navy. The matter immediately took on a feeling of extreme resolve, and I will depart in the very near future for New York. See more
And thus I have become something like a mercenary, offering another country my military experience, my knowledge, and, if necessary, my head and my life to boot. Everything has been decided, and I have no doubts as to what I must do.
I am going far away, most likely for a long time; to speak of the distant future is, of course, impossible for now.
May tomorrow, a day of peaceful demonstration, become the day of revolutionary Petrograd’s bitter protest against the resurgence of oppression and tyranny! Tomorrow, may victorious banners unfurl and strike fear into the enemies of liberty and socialism!
Men came to the treasury to demand they be given all that remains in the vaults: "After all, this is royal money, and now the tsar is gone, the money is now ours."
This is first and foremost: the “coalition” government, exactly like its predecessor, has no power. Disorder, disintegration, and dissoluteness are everywhere. “Bolshevism” has come to suit the temper of our dark, ignorant, slavery-wrought, war-torn masses. See more
Desertion has begun to take hold. In Petersburg, that means “raids” and “seizures,” and on the front—degradation, insubordination, and mutinies. Kerensky travels tirelessly along the front lines and puts things right here and there, but it is all simply impossible. He must create a system, he alone is simply not enough, no one person could possibly be enough.
How is it that the Council of Soldiers 'and Workers' Delegates has not yet issued an order to reduce the portions fed to the lion and the eagle in the Zoological Garden?