…Не спорить, а спать. Не оспаривать,
А спать. Не распахивать наспех
Окна, где в беспамятных заревах
Июль, разгораясь, как яспис,
Расплавливал стекла и спаривал
Тех самых пунцовых стрекоз,
Которые нынче на брачных
Брусах — мертвей и прозрачней
Осыпавшихся папирос.
Как в сумерки сонно и зябко
Окошко! Сухой купорос.
На донышке склянки — козявка
И гильзы задохшихся ос.
Как с севера дует! Как щупло
Нахохлилась стужа! О вихрь,
Общупай все глуби и дупла,
Найди мою песню в живых!
I'm so alone, my God, so alone!
Once the maneuvres were over, I decided it was time to go home. I was deeply disappointed, as I wanted to continue my combat action, but I could see that Russians were treated negatively. See more
Everyone talks about the urban famine nowadays. The ghosts of the “bony hands of hunger” float above the cities. But no one wants to admit that hunger has reached the countryside too. See more
There are battles for the possession of the island Ezel. So far, we have lost the destroyer Thunder. On the enemy side, two (I believe) destroyers have sunk, and two more are heavily damaged. No one writes about the human losses, but, of course, they also took place. See more
I wrote to Bondarchuk about translating Tolstoy into Ukrainian.
The one thing that the English have never understood about Napoleon, in all their myriad studies of his mysterious personality, is how impersonal he was. See more
The Government, torn between the democratic and reactionary factions, could do nothing: when forced to act it always supported the interests of the propertied classes. Cossacks were sent to restore order among the peasants, to break the strikes. In Tashkent, Government authorities suppressed the Soviet.
Ragosin, Polovtsev’s A.D.C., came to lunch. He told me that Polovtsev, having tired of idleness, went to G.H.Q. to ask for employment. KornilovCommander in Chief of the Petrograd command - from 18 March 1917 told him to go to Petrograd, as he would come there soon and would want him. He went to Petrograd. See more