Day after day the Bolshevik orators toured the barracks and factories, violently denouncing “this Government of civil war.” One Sunday we went, on a top-heavy steam tram that lumbered through oceans of mud, between stark factories and immense churches, to Obukhovsky Zavod, a Government munitions-plant out on the Schlüsselburg Prospekt.
The meeting took place between the gaunt brick walls of a huge unfinished building, ten thousand black-clothed men and women packed around a scaffolding draped in red, people heaped on piles of lumber and bricks, perched high upon shadowy girders, intent and thunder-voiced. Through the dull, heavy sky now and again burst the sun, flooding reddish light through the skeleton windows upon the mass of simple faces upturned to us.
Lunatcharsky, a slight, student-like figure with the sensitive face of an artist, was telling why the power must be taken by the Soviets. Nothing else could guarantee the Revolution against its enemies, who were deliberately ruining the country, ruining the army, creating opportunities for a new Kornilov.
A soldier from the Rumanian front, thin, tragical and fierce, cried, “Comrades! We are starving at the front, we are stiff with cold. We are dying for no reason. I ask the American comrades to carry word to America, that the Russians will never give up their Revolution until they die. We will hold the fort with all our strength until the peoples of the world rise and help us! Tell the American workers to rise and fight for the Social Revolution!”
Anarchy reigns in Russia. Germans are taking what they want, soldiers are on a rampage, and there's no end to it.
A legal project has been developed by the ministry of justice in relation to compensation for losses suffered during the February revolution. See more
After every meal I would lie down for an hour, the rest of the time I would be up on my feet.
It was 17 degrees outside, so I could stay for a bit longer on my balcony. The dentist, Kostritskiy, paid me a visit to say farewell before his trip to Tobol’sk. See more
Colonel G (a General Staff Officer from the Northern Front), has just been in to see me. He, of course, wants to go to our army, and if there is a separate peace he will go as a private soldier. See more
Spent the afternoon in Zurich, the evening - in "Mascotte" and "Bonbonniere".
I avoid going outside. It hurts, something's not right with my throat. It's almost a summer day. I'm still reading Fet.