I avoid going outside. It hurts, something's not right with my throat. It's almost a summer day. I'm still reading Fet.
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
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. See more
Spent the afternoon in Zurich, the evening - in "Mascotte" and "Bonbonniere".