It is stuffy and dusty in Petrograd. I lived in a completely empty and dusty apartment, and was fed poorly and expensively at restaurants (lunch - eighteen roubles instead of four).
Everyone in France has their gaze, longing and bitter, fixed on Russia. I’ve been to the front, to Paris, to suburban villages, and everywhere I’ve heard the same question: See more
During the morning it became an ideal day, with a wonderfully moonlit night. During the morning, I waited for Kerensky because I wished to know where we are to be sent and when. I took my normal walk from 11 o'clock to 12. See more
I renounced all my titles and positions, passed all current affairs to Vice-President and clandestinely left to Tsarskoe Selo. The historic assembly of designated representatives of all parties that have been supporting the Provisional Government took place in the Malachite Hall of the Winter Palace. The assembly lasted all night, ending by four in the morning.
It has been more than a month since I have written in my diary. Since 19th June we have been sitting at our country house. It is great here! We ride our bikes a lot. Today, perhaps, we’ll take a ride in a boat with mummy.
Children and poetry of the finest class - that’s what I was lucky to have in my life.