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
In the early dawn we got up, our backs aching and our throats choked with dust, but the Irrepressible Erika laughed so heartily and sneezed so comically that I found it impossible to lament our surroundings. The place was a dreadful hole just the same, no proper toilet facilities at hand, and of course no opportunity of washing, to say nothing of bathing. We had to pay for our food at the rate of about ten rubles a day, at that time no small amount of money.
The prisoners were exercised every day in the open. Doctor Badmieff continued to be a center of interest in the prison. Erika, his faithful disciple, demanded the privilege of attending him, and this was granted. Every day he sat cross-legged like the Buddha he so much resembled, dictating endless medical treatises to Erika. In the evenings he used to put his lamp on the floor at the foot of his bunk, strew around it flowers and leaves brought from outside, burn some kind of ill-smelling herbs for incense, and generally create what I assumed to be the occult atmosphere of his beloved Thibet.
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
I have in my hands a folder of fairly venomous drawings against Kerensky. Propper’s themes are quite obviously confusing. He seems to be tempting us with something. His words flow out unrestrainedly: “You are young… You must certainly need money. Come in tomorrow… We will work everything out. I’ll give you an advance…” and so on.
I am a bit stunned as I walk out—I agreed to everything…
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
These Central Committees had all been elected in the middle of the summer, or even before, when the Mensheviki and Socialist Revolutionaries had an enormous following; and they delayed or prevented any new elections.
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.