Stalin’s move over to our apartment coincided with the opening of the Sixth Party Congress, which was taking place in semi-legal circumstances. Kerensky’s agents were on the trail of the congress participants, keeping particularly close tabs on members of the Central Committee. Stalin, who was delivering a report at the congress, had to be on his guard all the time, which is why he didn’t spend his nights at the apartment and would only pop in briefly, arriving at inopportune moments for a quick rest.
All his belongings were in a small wicker basket he’d brought back from exile with him. In it he kept his manuscripts, books and a few articles of clothing. He had a single suit, ancient and threadbare. Mother and Aunt Manya scoured the shops and got Joseph Vissarionovich a suit that proved a decent fit. The suit was to Stalin’s liking, though he did ask Mother to fit a chest protector into the jacket. He’d a sore throat at the time and didn’t like wearing collars and ties. A jack of all trades, Aunt Manya made him two high-necked protectors out of black velvet. He wore them.
The weather is marvelous and very hot. I was in the garden talking with one officer. All of them unanimously affirm that if the Emperor had not hurried to sign a renunciation, nothing would have happened. The troops were amazed, when they found out about his decision.
Despite the events and general alarm, we still accept guests often. Life takes over, even more so in adolescence. We get together with friends almost every day, at ours on the Moika, then at someone else's. Once, we even went to Tsarskoye Selo.
O unhappy country. God has truly punished her; he stole her reason. And whither are we bound? Only to hunger or further still into the German embrace. What prospects!
Our hide-out was secure. But we still had to be vigilant. The police investigation assumed unprecedented dimensions. Hunting for Vladimir Ilyich, they scoured every house in a number of neighbourhoods. Police dogs combed Petersburg. This, of course, was a little unnerving. Work on the Sixth Congress of our Party, taking place semi-illegally in the city, was being directed by Vladimir Ilyich from our shelter. See more
It was here that the principal points of the most important resolutions of the Sixth Congress were sketched out. (We formed a committee of sorts in the shelter: while Vladimir Ilyich sketched out the various articles and resolutions, I was charged with writing a resolution on trade unions.) It was here, too, that Vladimir Ilyich wrote his famous article “A Respose to the Slanderers”.
Name days of both my Annas. The manager of the estate, Schleiseine, categorically refuses to send for post to Yablonovka, and for the second day we are sitting without newspapers. But for today’s morning it turned out to be quite opportune. Due to the absence of these vile pieces of paper, it turned out to be particularly sunny, happy, and appropriate for a name day. A true summer feast. Children made a bunch of different presents.
The bureaucratic, autocratic rabble of the previous regime has given way to autocratic, crap-gauche-o-cratic rabble of the new regime.