My dearest Nyurochka!
I am simply ready to cry! First, on the tram, they took that little red wallet from Veve away from me—a memory of you.
Then, they stole the pen you gave me (now I have another one, a present from Dmitry Ilyich), and yesterday, they even stole my wonderful watch, the one that always made everybody jealous!
Today, I bought a new one. And you know how much it cost? 120 rubles!! And it’s not a jot better than the one I had. And that one only cost 45 franks!
It is especially eerie to me that things are leaving my hands one after the other that have connected me with you. It is inexpressibly sad. But nothing will ever be capable of weakening my tenderness for you, not by a hair. More than ever, I think about you, I love you, and I speak about you with an admiration that I must say attracts a bit of friendly mockery from the people around me.
Although we did not know it at the time, our fate really hung on the outcome of a Congress of Soviets which was then being held in Petrograd, and to which both Sheiman and Ostrovsky were delegates. See more
Sheiman returned to Helsingfors and visiting my cell told me that both Trotzky and Lounacharsky were insistent on the release of Kerensky's prisoners. That evening, he said, would be held a secret session of the executives of the Helsingfors Soviet at which he would urge the recommendation of Trotzky and Lounacharsky. If the executives agreed the question would then be referred to the entire Soviet, made up principally of sailors of the old Baltic fleet. That evening I was invited to tea in the officers' quarters, and while sitting there the telephone rang. "It is for you," said the officer who answered the call. I picked up the receiver and heard Sheiman's voice saying briefly: "The executive has voted unanimously for the release of the prisoners."
I’ve not been seen with anyone for all this time I’ve spent in New York, because from morning till night we’ve spent all our time at the academy doing our work. I was commissioned to work on some purely technical issues, and I’ve been occupied with this. See more
When I finished work, I received an invitation from the Naval ministry to get acquainted with the American fleet and directly participate in their maneuvers in the Atlantic Ocean.
Everything is in chaos. I feel absolutely exhausted - as if the only thing left is to retire.
Peter Sergeenko has arrived. He's telling us he was sent by Minister Nikitin to inquire about the unrest at Yasnaya Polyana.
General KornilovCommander in Chief of the Petrograd command - from 18 March 1917 has rheumatism. Moreover, his battle wounds have begun to take their toll. Baths have been prescribed to him, but there are no baths where he's currently held.
Events have fully proved the correctness of the proposal I made at the time of the Democratic Conference, namely, that the Party must put the armed uprising on the order of the day. Events compel us to do this. See more
History has made the military question now the fundamental political question. I am afraid that the Bolsheviks forget this, being busy with "day-to-day events," petty current questions, and "hoping" that "the wave will sweep Kerensky away". Such hope is naïve; it is the same as relying on chance, and may prove criminal on the part of the party of the revolutionary proletariat. It is my opinion that inside the Party we must agitate for an earnest attitude towards the armed uprising, for which reason this letter should be typed and delivered to the Petrograd and Moscow comrades.
Now about your role. It seems to me we can have completely at our disposal only the troops in Finland and the Baltic fleet and only they can play a serious military role. I think you must make most of your high position, shift all the petty routine work to assistants and secretaries and not waste time on "resolutions"; give all your attention to the military preparation of the troops in Finland plus the fleet for the impending overthrow of Kerensky. If we fail to do this, we may turn out to be consummate idiots, the owners of beautiful resolutions and of Soviets, but no power!
A new cabinet has finally been formed: Konovalov at Trade, Kuzma Gvozdev at Labour, Malyantovich at Justice, Neverovsky at Transport, Smirnoff as State Controler, Bernatsky at Finance, Kishkin as Social Minister, Tretyakov as Chair of the Economic Council, Salazkin at Education, Prokopovich at Supply. See more
The other ministries have remained unchanged, except for Agriculture, which remains unfilled. Sessions of the “Democratic Council” were held before the “Pre-parliament”, with much the same results as have been seen at all such gatherings: a struggle between the SRs and the Social Democrats to see who can produce the most explosive rhetoric. Tsereteli and Breshko-Breshkovskaya are constantly trying to consolidate the Bolsheviks, yet it seems nothing can come of this. The Bolsheviks have got their people in wherever you look; they are transitioning from word to action.
The government has published a new declaration. The session of the Constituent Assembly will begin right on time. Together with the allies, the government will shortly attend a conference of the allied nations, moreover, apart from the government officials there will also be a person “entrusted by democratic organizations” (Lenin, perhaps?). Kerensky has left for Command together with Ministers of the Military and the Navy.
Stage set should be a pure ornamental fantasy, completing the illusion by drawing color and linear parallels to the play.
In the poison of imperial houses, youthful creativity decayed.
And under the oppression of those awful barriers, only exceptional powers were able to break through to the surface of the stinking pool, bringing with them the holy and the living, despite the heavy enclosures of circumstance. See more
But now that the frozen crust has been stripped from the face of Russia, now that the fields have breathed in the vital strength of spring, we will sow in them the seeds of free creation.
On the stone plazas of our cities, we will erect new city halls. We will open the gates to fields wide and open. Let the young green shoots breathe freely, let them not languish in the shadows of an attic in the hungry cold. Let us freely forge a new path toward art.
Westfallen visited me today. He allowed me to go for a walk and to drive but strictly told me to lie down for an hour after lunch. Everyone went mushroom-picking to the Black Lake. I took a 45-minute walk in the garden, it was very nice to finally be outside.