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.
Grey morning and raining, later fine. At 10 ¼ - ¾ Tatiana - German reading. Then: Isaiah 58-65. Lunched with Baby. The wine crates brought to us were emptied into the river, following the wish of the garrison soldiers. See more
In avoidance of a row Bode has to remain several days still. This story turned up again, which is why we may not go to church. Pankratov did not allow the nuns to have tea at any of these houses.
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
Bitter damp winds rushed in from the Gulf of Finland, and the chill fog rolled through the streets. At night, for motives of economy as well as fear of Zeppelins, the street-lights were few and far between; in private dwellings and apartment-houses the electricity was turned on from six o’clock until midnight, with candles forty cents apiece and little kerosene to be had. It was dark from three in the afternoon to ten in the morning. Robberies and housebreakings increased. In apartment houses the men took turns at all-night guard duty, armed with loaded rifles. This was under the Provisional Government.
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
Citizens! We've been fighting, struggling and fighting, and we've found our right in this struggle. Land and Liberty are in the hands of the Russian people. We should pass Land and Liberty to our children and grandchildren - forever. People should make it a law. People should lay down clear rules on how Land will be passed and how it can be used. All Land - to all people! The Constituent Assembly will make this ruling, and we need to elect fitting deputies who can draft laws about Land and Government. Elect honest, intelligent people to be deputies; people who would be ready to die for the rights of the people.
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
Two other soldiers started arguing; one, who was preaching to the other for putting on headphones, called him a featherbed soldier. The other, playing the didact, advised him against attacking people stupidly, since the Petrograd garrison were all on the frontline, with the exception of the corps. As for the first man, he had been poisoned by gas. His interlocutor withdrew.
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.