Yasnaya Polyana destroyed.
The Ministry of Internal Affairs has received very distributing information from Yasnaya Polyana. Peasants are destroying Yasnaya Polyana, killing crops, plundering gardens and allotments, cutting down the forest.
The widow of the late Leo Tolstoy, Sofia Andreyevna, appealed to Nikitin, the minister of Internal Affairs with a request to protect the estate from further lawlessness of peasants and complete destruction of the property. It is interesting to note that 700 dessiatins of the best land was transferred to the peasants with no compensation in Leo Tolstoy’s will. Only 200 dessiatins make up the Yasnaya Polyana estate now, including 45 acres of arable land, a favourite forest, where Leo Tolstoy’s grave is located, and some other low-value land. It seems, from what has been said, that as per the will of Leo Tolstoy, the peasants received a generous gift- around four fifths of the entire estate’s land, and to this generous gift they now repay it with dark ingratitude.
He knows his business. Of course, his business has absolutely nothing to do with that of our era’s intelligent proletariat. His tactic is the new, hugely widespread publication of Bakunin’s “rebellious” tactics, and it bears not even a remote similarity to those revolutionary tactics which were bequeathed to us by the founders of scientific socialism. But this is a whole other question, entirely distinct from the question which now occupies us, namely: who was victorious in the Petrograd Democratic conference? We can think of only one answer to this last question: Lenin won, and you absolutely cannot call him an idiot on the basis that he has an excellent knowledge of his own shady business.
Kerensky is revealing himself more and more as a Bonapartist. He was considered a Socialist-Revolutionary. Now we know that he is not merely a "March" Socialist-Revolutionary who ran over to them from the Trudoviks "for advertising purposes". See more
He is an adherent of Breshko-Breshkovskaya, the Socialist-Revolutionary Mrs. Plekhanov, or Mrs. Potresov in their Dyen. The so-called Right wing of the so-called socialist parties, the Plekhanovs, Breshkovskayas, Potresovs, is where Kerensky belongs ; this wing, however, does not differ substantially from the Cadets in anything.
Kerensky didn’t think to “lay down” any sort of “authority”. Now they are setting up a “pre-parliament” so that the gov. (the future one) will have the answer to the one that came before it. There is one affair prepared for this pre-parliament (others are not quite developing): to overthrow the government. See more
Kerensky agrees. The Bolsheviks, on the contrary, do not agree with anything. They left the meeting. They are foretelling a swift slaughter. And a grave one. Of course! Very grave. The street is dark, day and night are almost the same. I wish I could go to the dacha tomorrow.
This morning I left Frankfurt and headed towards Basel. Basel is rather turbulent. I attended an art gallery where they'll be hosting German art exhibition very soon. In the evening I reached Bern.
During the morning a lot of snow fell again. The weather was overcast toward evening. We took a walk at 2 o'clock asviusual. The other day our good Baron Bode arrived with a cargo of some of our things from Tsarskoe Selo.
The pleasure afforded to me by your letter is enormous yet almost painful. How greatly things have changed since we saw each other last – and not always for the better. I, for my part, have been recalling the moment you told me that to be called my pupil isn’t tantamount to martyrdom. See more
I would point one of these changes out to you were I not afraid of the censor. I’ve a great deal of work once again: nine new patients, with whom I spend eight to nine hours each day. This diverts me and is good for my health, which is also boosted by my financial security – I shall not go bankrupt. My income remains the same, but the value of money has changed significantly since the start of the war.
Our friends in Montevideo asked us to visit them again at the end of the Argentine season, which we did, and, at the request of the French and English Ambassadors, Vaslav gave an extra performance for the wounded soldiers of the Allies, Rubinstein accompanying him on the piano. The public went wild with enthusiasm. See more
We returned to Buenos Aires for a few days, to arrange our departure for Europe, deciding to leave on a different boat from the troupe. But Vaslav insisted on going down to the docks to say good-bye to the artists. "They are not responsible for the actions of Diaghileff and his staff."
As we waved good-bye to the slowly moving boat from the quay of the Rio de la Plata, we knew that we had said farewell forever to the Russian Ballet.
Despite all these worries, which fell upon BarocchiRandolfo Barocci is the administrator of the Russian ballet troupe, the husband of the ballerina Lydia Lopukhova. and me as from a cornucopia, our season in Buenos Aires was most successful. As time went on, the company enormously improved and the ensembles became quite excellent. Lopokova and Tchernicheva were extremely popular and so was Gavrilov, who alternated in the same parts with Nijinsky - to compete with whom was a feat in itself. See more
As for myself, I was kept perpetually busy with rehearsals and the patching-up of scenery damaged in the fire, and my responsibilities began to weigh upon me so heavily that I longed for the day of our return to Europe. But when this at length arrived and we found ourselves once more on board a ship, I was met with a final unpleasant surprise. An hour before we were due to sail I was informed that the shipping company had declined to load our materials, since their transport to Europe had not been paid for. Da Rosa had thus contrived to swindle us after all. We were accordingly forced to meet this charge out of our own pockets and were faced with the anxious task of ensuring at the eleventh hour that all our possessions were safely on board.