31 August 1917. Maria Feodorovna

Non-fiction

Project 1917 is a series of events that took place a hundred years ago as described by those involved. It is composed only of diaries, letters, memoirs, newspapers and other documents

Maria Feodorovna

Ai-Todor, Crimea, Russian Empire

Thankfully, the beautiful weather of the past few days has returned, though I still feel myself to be “good for nothing,” as they say in English.

The ladies have departed for Yalta. Sonya Den came by for tea—she has received a postcard from Tobolsk from little Olga. She writes that the ride was smooth, but they then had to spend an entire week on board the ship because those rascals didn’t even bother to prepare a house for them. How outrageous, how scandalous! And it is frightfully cold there. The poor things! How awful and despicable it all is!

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Tikhon Bellavin

6, Likhov lane, Moscow, Russian Empire

I would like to express my deepest gratitude to the entire Holy Council for the high honor you have awarded me in selecting me as the Council’s Chairman. I have hope that in the difficult mission ahead, the Lord God will not forget me in his aid, for the matter in which we are serving is a matter of God. See more

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Vladimir Lenin

The world proletarian revolution is clearly maturing. The question of its relation to the state is acquiring practical importance. The elements of opportunism that accumulated over the decades of comparatively peaceful development have given rise to the trend of social-chauvinism which dominated the official socialist parties throughout the world. See more

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Alexander Kolchak Anna Timiryova

Ship Gloucestershire, Irish Sea

This evening, after supper, I walked about the deck for a long time, thinking of our navy, of you, and of the dark, unknown future. The night is hazy. See more

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Alexandra Kollontai

Vyborg female convict prison, Vyborg side, Russian Empire

Late August. In the mornings, the sun makes its way into the cell in long, slanting rays. You watch the rays avidly, lovingly. While that ray is in your cell, it is as though you have a most welcome guest. Then higher, higher—it slips along the ceiling, gets caught for a moment in the bars on the window. And disappears… the cell is empty. The welcome guest has departed. At eleven, the prison superintendent arrives.

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