The crucial task of Russian culture is in making sure its fire is directed at that which needs to be burned; to turn the rebellions of Stenka Razin and Pugachev into a powerful wave of music; to bound this fire in such a way as not to weaken it but to shape its flow; to organise its rebellious will;
the lazy embers in which the flames of rebellion can sometimes be smothered must be directed to those Rasputin depths of the soul and there to fan the flames to the very sky, a fire of cunning, lazy, masochistic craving.
In the middle of the night, I woke up to a burst of indecent noise. Hysterical female screams: “Help! They’re destroying me! They’re killing me!” Footsteps, male voices. Noise. And again those splitting female screams. On this sort of night, it’s no good to be in prison. In the morning, the wardress, the one who had five cats, explained that the criminal wing is full. See more
Newspapers report a safe arrival in Tobolsk on Saturday. What a horrible hole this must be! If only they were safe there.
I slept well. The rain and cold had returned. We decided to remain on the ship. Some squalls came up, but at 1 o'clock the weather cleared up. The crowd continued to build up on the pier and the nearby bank. Some had their feet almost in the water and went back inside only when it rained. See more