Saturday. An upsiring in Finland. The dissolved Seim assembled illegally and the tallyman ripped off the seals that were placed on Seim's doors by the Governor-General Nekrasov. Russian troops, stationed in Helsingfors—all Bolsheviks, not only refused to prevent the assembly of the Seim, but did not let new troops, sent from Petrograd, into Helsingfors.
Kerensky, at the Democratic meeting, yet again having danced his verbal dance—but this time a “dance of desperation”—announced that the German fleet, knowing about the situation in Finland, is sailing towards the Gulf of Finland. The remark is true that Russia now, like a prostitute, has gotten used to her disgrace and is no longer ashamed of it. The uprising in Finland and the behaviour of our troops there—is our new disgrace, another one in addition to the hundred of our disgraces. And at the meeting—torrents of verbiage, and torrents, it seems, would continue to flow, until the Germans plug them.
When will you arrive and why are you not replying? Warm regards.
My longstanding urge to try gymnastics has congealed into a decision to exercise regularly using the Miller system, which I have begun to study and apply in practice. I have taken to pouring cold water from my head to my toes carefully before an open window although it is hellish cold and there are frosts in the morning. See more
The rare passerby who would raise his eyes up to the second floor could see in the window only a pair of flitting, naked feet. This would be me, lying across my bed, doing circular foot rotations according to the Miller system.
In the last few days I learned that my mother had pneumonia, and went through it standing upright, and then contracted an inflammation in her middle ear. She is feeling better now, thank God. Since Kornilov’s speech they have been under even tougher arrest.
Here the weather is hopelessly bad… I have never in my life seen so much rain. Your only relief is that you don’t see the mountains, although it is sad to console oneself with the thought that others are in even worse circumstances… It seems that now I can truly say, if we had remained in Paris, it could have hardly been worse for me! See more
Here in the mornings I am split between exhaustion and irritation over how I will come up with something to fill up my day… I made up my mind to compose a few concerts for the fortepiano with the participation of different orchestral groups, similar to my sonatas; though done poorly… Where are they, those remarkable days of the year 1915?
An alien Professor of Sociology visiting Russia came to see me in Petrograd. He had been informed by business men and intellectuals that the Revolution was slowing down. The Professor wrote an article about it, and then travelled around the country, visiting factory towns and peasant communities–where, to his astonishment, the Revolution seemed to be speeding up. See more
Among the wage-earners and the land-working people it was common to hear talk of “all land to the peasants, all factories to the workers.” If the Professor had visited the front, he would have heard the whole Army talking Peace…
The Professor was puzzled, but he need not have been; both observations were correct. The property-owning classes were becoming more conservative, the masses of the people more radical. There was a feeling among business men and the intelligentzia generally that the Revolution had gone quite far enough, and lasted too long; that things should settle down. This sentiment was shared by the dominant “moderate” Socialist groups, the oborontsi Mensheviki and Socialist Revolutionaries, who supported the Provisional Government of Kerensky.
There is the story of Senator Sokolov, who in full tide of Revolution came to a meeting of the Senate one day in civilian clothes, and was not admitted because he did not wear the prescribed livery of the Tsar’s service!
The weather became quite warm. It was pleasant to walk and work in the backyard. I finished the story Oboidennie and began reading The Islander.