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.
But he hadn't even started when this vile non-commissioned officer flew in and tried to send him away, saying that his name had apparently not been put into the charge of quarters book.
The doctor got so scared that he wanted to leave immediately, but, thankfully, Xenia has vigorously interfered, and he stayed. As a result, I felt no liveliness of freshness after out trip. How horrible!
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
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. See more