Two wardresses at the door. Both are entirely weighed down with packages.
“What a delivery you’ve got today! It’s like an entire wholesale shop. You’ve got everything! White bread, sausages, canned goods, butter, eggs, honey…”
And there was a note: “Greetings from the sailors of the Baltic Navy to comrade Kollontai.”
That’s a miraculous delivery if I’ve ever seen one! So the Tsentrobalt hasn’t been defeated? The sailors’ spirits haven’t been broken? So the opposition hasn’t won? Then everything else will fall into place!
I was so overjoyed (as was my American cellmate) that I felt like bursting into leaps and skips around the cell.
Miraculous sea, fantastic park. There is no better place, really. Silence and simplicity.
Not long ago, I visited the little town of Nalchik. It is an extremely beautiful place surrounded by mountains and steppes. Both the Kabardian steppe and the mountains nearby are populated by Kabardians (a Caucasian tribe—Muslims). See more
Ilyich has settled in Helsingfors. He sent me a letter written in invisible ink asking me to come, told me his address and even drew a map showing me how to get there without asking anyone. But when I heated up the letter over a lamp, the corner of the map burnt off. The Yemelianovs have got me a passport too – the passport of an old working woman from Sestroretsk. See more
Socialism is not right for the Russian people and the Russian state; beggars can’t be choosers. There is some grain of truth in socialism, but at this historical hour I will stand for any party and any class that is built on patriotism and nationalism, that will save the motherland from destruction. See more