The situation has changed, and according to sources in Finland, Lenin has arrived in Petrograd. On the day of his arrival, the Bolshevik leader held a meeting with his political allies. It is possible that Lenin himself will deliver a major speech in the name of that faction about the events of July 3-5 at the United Conference of Democratic Organizations.
When the authorities received word of Lenin’s location, they were immediately faced with the question of whether to enforce the Prosecutorial Office’s order for Lenin’s arrest.
This question has not yet been decided and seems to have been passed on to the Provisional Government. Many in political circles have suggested that, given the ever-changing conditions of our political moment, orders to arrest Lenin and other Bolsheviks are unlikely to be fulfilled.
Today is my wedding day. I've collected a flower bouquet, decked the grave. I was strolling alone in the garden, reminiscing of my younger years.
September and October are the worst months of the Russian year–especially the Petrograd year. Under dull grey skies, in the shortening days, the rain fell drenching, incessant. The mud underfoot was deep, slippery and clinging, tracked everywhere by heavy boots, and worse than usual because of the complete break-down of the Municipal administration. See more
Land and Liberty! We've been saying these words for years, and both Land and Liberty were far away from us. We've been stretching our arms towards them; we've been telling our children about them, describing them as distant happiness we should fight for. See more
On the tram, in the second carriage; I very much enjoy being amongst the soldiers here. They joke: “the civies ought to sit at the back.” – “There aren’t any civies left! The caps are going cheap.” A warrant officer came in: one of the soldiers asked him whether he had far to go yet. He answered with a smile: “Far”. “Then sit down, it’ll be more comfortable for you here, Major.” See more
I drew for quite a long time after breakfast, was finishing off a drawing I started over two years ago – an imaginary portrait of a marquise with a powdered face, for sale, a silly thing.
I've spent the whole day lying on the terrace, as usual, having opened the windows into the garden. Before breakfast Natasha, Baby and miss Nim went to the market to get milk-caps.