The route to the canteen of the Executive Committee was a little Golgotha in those days. Tea was dispensed there, and sandwiches of black bread and cheese or red caviar; the latter was plentiful in the Smolny and later in the Kremlin.
For dinner, the fare was a vegetable soup with a chunk of meat. The canteen was in charge of a soldier named Grafov. When the baiting of the Bolsheviks was at its worst, when Lenin was declared a German spy and had to hide in a hut, I noticed that Grafov would slip me a hotter glass of tea, or a sandwich better than the rest, trying meanwhile not to look at me. He obviously sympathized with the Bolsheviks but had to keep it from his superiors. I began to look about me more attentively. Grafov was not the only one: the whole lower staff of the Smolny — porters, messengers, watchmen — were unmistakably with the Bolsheviks.
I asked for some books, for a notebook to write my thoughts in. I filed a report. The wardresses are coolly polite. You can clearly sense they disapprove of a "Bolshevik". They are "patriots", they support total war. They used to serve here under the old regime. They were very unhappy with the "destruction" of the prison during the February revolution. See more
It got warmer, the wind spent itself a little. I'm feeling rather bad. How much humiliation do we endure from our inspectors! How much trouble do they cause! I went for a little walk with my daughters in the garden. A doctor arrived right after breakfast to take a look at the boys. See more