Have just got back from Sevastopol, where I gave a concert to a large audience of sailors. The proceeds are to go to those injured in the war and to supporting popular education. I gave the concert dressed in a simple soldier’s jacket, which I was also photographed in. The sailors bore me aloft over their heads, and I sang them songs and made speeches.
I flew on a seaplane in Sevastopol, which was an invigorating experience.
Certain newspapers have started an insane witch hunt against us, accusing us of espionage and plotting with the enemy government. They implicate Ganetsky and Kozlovsky and provide no facts. See more
And we have never participated in any commercial business, we haven't received any money from either of the aforementioned gentlemen; neither for ourselves, nor for the party.
Would parties of socialists and mensheviks want to take part in an attempt of juridical murder? In commiting us for trial without even telling if we are accused of espionage or revolt? In commiting anyone at all for trial without proper crime classification? For an obviously biased trial that can damage the chances of these people to get elected to the Constituent Assembly, even though their parties selected them for this job? We will know the answer in the nearest future. We believe that it is the duty of the free press to ask such questions openly.
A number of officers, after having reminded a herd of our deserting “free citizens” of the value of proper military order, have observed that the use of lashes and fists can produce the most wondrous results in curing our “people” of the bestialising pyschosis which drives them towards ever more acts of theft and violence. See more
These, dare I say it, people, are suffering from a longing for strong and powerful authority!
I can't remember who introduced me to Mayakovsky; at first we were sitting in a cafe and discussing cinema; then he invited me over - to a small room at "Saint-Remo" in Saltykovsky lane, near Petrovka street. See more
As soon as we entered the room he said "Let me read to you..." I sat down on a chair, he was standing. He had read to me his finished poem "Human" not long before that. The room was small, there was no one but me present, but he was reading aloud as if he were standing in front of a crowd on Teatralnaya square. I was looking at shoddy wallpaper and smiling: bootlegs were indeed turning into harps.
During the morning I took a short walk with Alexis. Upon returning with him, I learned of the arrival of Kerensky. In the conversation he mentioned our likely journey to the south, in view of the proximity of Tsarskoe Selo to the restless capital. Because of her birthday, Olga went to services. See more
After lunch we worked outside for awhile cutting down two fir trees. We are approaching our seventh dozen tree that we have cut down. I finished reading the 3rd. volume of Peter. It is well written, but it makes a heavy impression.
A crowd today caught two Leninites who had been firing from a housetop with machine gun and tore them to pieces. The women swear death to all Leninites and Germans.