People have been sending me nooses, images of axes, chopping blocks and hundreds of expletives—and this is in the year of my fiftieth birthday. I have served Russian culture for 25 years! Does this kill me, does it depress me? Well, no, not really, but I will not hide, I’m afraid, that it irritates me. I’d rather they didn’t.
There are neither nationalities, nor classes, my friend. There are two races: the divine and the beastly. The first always hear the music, the second - never. The first are friends, the second are enemies. There is, in fact, a third: those who hear the music once a week - "Acquaintances".
The past five months at Tsarskoe Selo have been a time of disappointment and humiliation for its residents. What’s more, they constantly feel the contrast between their past and present lives here. Their planned move would have helped them draw a line between their bygone happy days and the undetermined future. See more
I am (like all Russians, it seems), caught between two stools. I’ve become tired of my current work, but I cannot seem to move on. My service is degenerating into repeatedly getting angry at meetings… See more
I met General KornilovCommander in Chief of the Petrograd command - from 18 March 1917 after his appointment as Supreme Commander in Chief. My general impression of Kornilov is as follows: he is, first and foremost, a soldier, and he doesn't understand a great deal when it comes to complex political questions. See more
It was a wonderful day, and we took a walk with a great deal of pleasure. After lunch I learned that we are being sent, not to the Crimea, but to one of the distant provincial towns three or four days' journey to the east. But where I could not learn. The Palace Commander does not know. See more