I met General Kornilov 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.
During our failure at Tarnopol, General Kornilov decided to carry out executions despite the abolition of the death penalty, and nevertheless it was he, the man who actually introduced the punishment, who was offered the post of Supreme Commander in Chief.
This promotion created and strengthened in his consciousness the idea that it is not observing the letter of the law, but carrying out his duty, even if it is very severe, which will be justified and approved.
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
We must also not forget that their journey into the heart of Russia necessitated the postponement of their deportation, which brought fear to all members of the imperial family.
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.
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
Once again, the thought of taking on “serious matters” comes to mind, and for me, that invariably means art and that tangled, art-destroying “private life” that I have left overgrown with weeds.
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
We all tried to guess. We chopped down and knocked over a large fir tree in the clearing near the path. There was a short, warm storm. During the evening I read aloud A Study in Scarlet by C. Doyle.