"Muir and Mirrielees" is going into liquidation and will cease to exist on October 1st. The official reason for closing the company is lack of items for sale and inability to acquire them.
I've spent the whole day on the couch.
The Bolsheviks are retreating.
Before the Council at the Petrograd Union of the Workers and Solders’ Deputies the Bolsheviks have prevailed and, as is their wont, have now displayed the height of insolence. They have chosen Lenin and Zinoviev, who are hiding from the court being accused of treason, as their representatives to the Council. See more
The insolence is really unprecedented. Persons are accused of treason and of organizing civilian slaughter and they are being chosen as representatives to the Council on the organization of power in Russia. This time the Bolsheviks got ahead of themselves and had to retreat.
The British authorities in Arkhangelsk have been very kind to me.
Well, there’s nothing good about being wounded. However, I have taken steps to stay in hospital for longer. I flirted with the daughter of the hospital inspector, and got myself a job as a clerk in the police department. Very cunning.
Today is the birthday of Vera Nikolaevna Lodyzhenskaya: it says in the calendar "Saints Faith, Hope and Charity".
I never thought that Tolstoy would the central figure that illuminated my past. Memories of my meetings with him crop up more and more often in my mind. These memories are the yardstick by which I measure my conscientiousness and attitude to the surrounding environment. What would L.N. think of such and such an event? L.N helps me from beyond the grave.
On the day of Faith, Hope, and Charity, several people from the observation team came and said goodbye, and told me that I should be ready for transfer at 11 AM. “What transfer?” I asked, and they responded: “Transfer to the hospital, and then, to freedom… Your sitting is over”. See more
They came and brought me from the room not at 11, but at 2 PM to the waiting room, where the Police commissar, who had been sent by the Minister of Internal Affairs to transfer me under the supervision of Petrograd’s police chief, was waiting. Once I’d received the letters and money kept for me in the office, I went downstairs with the commissar, who had a cigar in his mouth the whole time. Behind the bastion, I was asked to sit in a closed car, in which the observation team had laid out all my things.