In the evening I wandered and wandered. White Nights and women. I’m right at home in this dark and lonely abyss we call St Petersburg 1917, Russia 1917. Where are you carrying me, life? The day, the white nights, arouse me like a heavy draught of wine.
Where is the Russian army? There is no army! Go into the trenches, and you will see only an armed crowd, corrupted by a dangerously patchy political education and utterly incapable of either defense or attack!
It was a clear, warm day. After my walk I gave Alexei a geography lesson. We went out into the garden at 2:15. I worked all the time with the others in the vegetable garden; Alexis and the girls planted various things in the beds which we had prepared. At 5 o'clock we returned home perspiring. See more
It is difficult to imagine what must have been going on in Kerensky’s mind when, in the space of a few short weeks and months, the revolution had thrust him into such dizzying heights as he found himself. In his soul he must have been forced to admit that all the homage paid him, the idolisation, See more