I looked around this house and the other one, which is completely unprepared. I’ve been unpacking things and putting our rooms in order. Then I rested. There was a thunderstorm in the afternoon.
The spectacle of the street. A line forms at the tobacconist: then soldiers procure cigarettes by the case, settle on the sidewalk, and start to sell them, individually, to pedestrians. Very resourceful. “Revolutionary People,” an evening newspaper of the socialist revolutionaries, in response publishes a heated protest by a war veteran (a comfrey, a person from the trenches). See more
We got up a little early, and the last things were quickly packed. At 10:30 I went with the children, the commandant and the officers to our new dwelling. We surveyed the entire house from basement to roof. We occupied the 2nd. floor and the sitting room beneath it. At 12 o'clock the furniture arrived, and a priest sprinkled all the rooms with holy water. See more
Nights and days are hot, dry, and even wonderful, and in politics it's the same: drowning Russia is floundering and letting out bubbles. And on the shore, the spectators and those commiserating: descend, chum, to the bottom. See more
A conference in Moscow has started (there—a partial strike, here—quiet). Kerensky gave a long speech. If you don’t consider his acquired tied tongue, his usual speech: full of pathos, and in parts not so bad. But already inopportune, for it was not businesslike, but festive.
The feeling of overall confusion and anticipation of a catastrophe overtook me with a particular force in the hall of the Bolshoi Theater. See more