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.
If the reader remembers the speech which A.F. Kerensky gave to end the Moscow meeting and compares it with the part of the updated government’s declaration about the war question, then he will have to admit that indeed, ‘the times are changing, and we are stuck in the former.’ See more
In his second Moscow speech, A.F. Kerensky made damning fulminations against those currently speaking ill of the world. The outcome of the recent Petrograd meeting was that the revolutionary democracy seized political power. More precisely, this is the revolutionary chatting, tea-cup intelligentsia, which the most overwhelming portion of the masses follow; and the people do so to some extent thinkingly, but, for the most part, unthinkingly.
Regarding this fact, our supreme leader-in-chief saw himself compelled to remember that even he himself should not ever lose sight of the Zimmervald-Kiental dreams. Evidently, it is also essential to make an assumption about the majority of our ministers who were even part of the government at the time of the Moscow Meeting and who applauded the belligerent remarks of A.F. Kerenskii. Of course, people of a different breed would have acted differently. However, the French say that the most beautiful woman can give only that which she has.
A legal project has been developed by the ministry of justice in relation to compensation for losses suffered during the February revolution. See more
According to the legal project, only losses suffered by those serving in foreign embassies and foreign servicemen are open to indisputable compensation; the cost of weapons taken from private citizens during the revolution is also open to compensation.
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
He made a very good impression on me and moved me with his immeasurable devotion to Nika whom he adores. I was so overcome with emotion after our chat!
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
He says that the men in the trenches are short of boots and warm clothing, and many of them are without great-coats. They gamble away their boots.
Commanding officers cannot carry out inspections of clothing; as this duty is supposed to be performed by the committees!
He says that if Bolshevism wins all along the line in rear, it is very doubtful if the men will remain in the trenches. It is certain they will all leave a few hours after they hear of the commencement of peace negotiations. He suggests that we should call in the Japanese and the Americans, that we should bribe widely, and employ murderers to get rid of Lenin, etc.—gas-bombs in the Circus when the Bolsheviks meet!
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
The meeting took place between the gaunt brick walls of a huge unfinished building, ten thousand black-clothed men and women packed around a scaffolding draped in red, people heaped on piles of lumber and bricks, perched high upon shadowy girders, intent and thunder-voiced. Through the dull, heavy sky now and again burst the sun, flooding reddish light through the skeleton windows upon the mass of simple faces upturned to us.
Lunatcharsky, a slight, student-like figure with the sensitive face of an artist, was telling why the power must be taken by the Soviets. Nothing else could guarantee the Revolution against its enemies, who were deliberately ruining the country, ruining the army, creating opportunities for a new Kornilov.
A soldier from the Rumanian front, thin, tragical and fierce, cried, “Comrades! We are starving at the front, we are stiff with cold. We are dying for no reason. I ask the American comrades to carry word to America, that the Russians will never give up their Revolution until they die. We will hold the fort with all our strength until the peoples of the world rise and help us! Tell the American workers to rise and fight for the Social Revolution!”
Spent the afternoon in Zurich, the evening - in "Mascotte" and "Bonbonniere".