Erika and I were pushed into a small cell with two wooden bunks covered with dust and alas, nothing else. The place smelled as only old prisons do smell, and the only air came in through a small window high in one of the walls. Wrapping ourselves in our coats, we lay down on the hard planks and tried to sleep. See more
I am on my way to a meeting for "Ogonek". The journal is produced along with the weekly "Birzhevye vedomosti". The caricature division operates under the (seemingly exclusive) charge of Pierre-O (Zhivotovsky). It’s awful stuff… He snuck out of the school for engineering ensigns, the one on Furshtadtskaia street. See more
There remains a phenomenon which puzzled foreign observers: the fact that the Central Executive Committees of the Soviets, the Central Army and Fleet Committees and the Central Committees of some of the Unions–notably, the Post and Telegraph Workers and the Railway Workers–opposed the Bolsheviki with the utmost violence. See more
The Presidium of the Petrograd Soviet in its entirety, that is, Chkheidze, Ansimov, Gots, Dan, Skobelev, Tsereteli, and Chernov, has resigned its duties. The cause is the adoption of regulations dictated by the Bolsheviks by a majority vote of the Soviet. Yes, the Bolsheviks are gradually becoming stronger and stronger. All of Russia will soon have to reckon with them; otherwise, they will themselves reckon with everyone else, with all the “non-Bolsheviks.”
Pavlovsk. It was a beautiful autumn day; the vast park glittered with ember and gold, contrasting brilliantly against a clear,cold sky. My dear grandmother, the Queen of Greece, met me that day particular tenderness. After a light lunch Princess Helen took me to my rooms. Mlle. Hélène drew from the box the grey satin dress, the grey lace cup, and the rest of my wedding costume, and helped me to dress. With tears in her eyes, my grandmother also blessed me. Then on Prince John’s arm I went to the private chapel of the palace where Putiatin was waiting for me. After the ceremony we had tea and even sipped champagne, a rarity in those days. Friends had succeeded in securing for me and my husband another permit to see my father; we went almost immediately to Tsarskoie-Selo.