All those who participated in the organization and leadership of yesterday’s armed demonstration against government authorities and all those who supported and encouraged it are to be arrested and assigned legal responsibility for treason against their homeland and betrayal of the revolution.
A crisis of power again. On the streets, there have been demonstrations, shooting and utter chaos. It is unclear who is marching, where to, and why. Cars rush by, carrying armed soldiers and machine guns. It is unclear what tomorrow will bring. The Provisional Government is impotent. I am not afraid for Russia. See more
I have suddenly sensed that all will be well. Most importantly, before, when things were worse, but life seemed peaceful and fine, we said nothing. Before, we said nothing, even though people in Russia were dying of hunger. Now, when we are under threat of danger, when there are no trams (the main thing, of course is that we have no “conveniences” such as trams etc.) people are worked up.
Since yesterday there are disturbances in Petrograd—there are many Bolsheviks, more than 6 thousand sailors came from Kronstadt, there are still some units on the side of the government that will protect it. A lot are hurt, around 500.
We are faced with a governmental crisis again. When we hear demands made on behalf of the armed regiments of a single city to adopt predetermined resolutions made by them, then no matter how we change a previous resolution, the people as a whole will see it as a decision adopted merely to serve the victory of disorderly groups and not in order to express the true will of democracy, of the workers, peasants and soldiers at the front. See more
The Congress did not accept the Provisional Government because it contained three Kadets. The Revolutionary democracy can do without them. Their departure will not deprive the Provisional Government of fullness of power. Steps must be taken to ensure there is no unrest.
It turns out that yesterday, in Petersburg, there were demonstrations against the government. Five ministers walked out. Some say there was cannon fire. I could not get ahold of any details—the newspapers didn’t come out today. Here, there were some commodity shortages, but it is nothing serious. Two possibilities scare me: Kerensky’s resignation and the capture of Petrograd by the Germans.
Once again, this morning, cars full of armed men at the ready, with fixed bayonets. From 2.30 to 3, there was heavy shooting on Nevsky Prospect and Liteiny Prospect. Apparently, the crowd was forcibly dispersed in front of the Tauride Palace.
The Russian offensive has surged back. Brusilov claims that the Russian army will be unable to survive the winter due to the complete state of chaos within the country and because of desertion – which will be the subject of a speech to the Constituent Assembly. See more
Nevsky Prospect was full of women driven to desperation. Today, agitated faces can be seen there. All the shops are shut, and the windows are boarded up. Yesterday there were perhaps four, perhaps forty people killed there. One thing is for certain – they wanted to arrest Kerensky at the station – his train left twenty minutes earlier.
The Bolsheviks have attempted to seize power for the first time. Trucks full of armed men drove around the city. Lines of machine gun fire fanned out from the trucks.
In the morning, I’ve heard on the phone, that it was quiet on the Nevsky: Bolsheviks, having demonstrated into the night, were resting. I decided to use their moment of rest and headed to Nevsky. Some stores were open. I bought English cigarettes, lobsters, a book by Kuno Fischer on Kant, and headed to the Nikolayevsky train station. I left at one, and at half past two the Bolsheviks woke up, and a lively fire fight started all along the Nevsky. See more
Meanwhile I safely arrived to my Sablino that practically enchanted me with its deep calmness, peace, silence, sun, blue sky and flowers. With delight, I immersed myself in the orchestration of the Concerto’s finale and in finishing the symphony. During intermissions, I walked the picturesque grounds surrounding my country house, smoked my cigarettes, cracked open the lobsters. I cut the Kuno Fischer book and immersed myself in Kant’s wisdom. Thus I live calmly 15 miles from Petrograd, where they are shooting and rampaging.