I have decided to go to Petersburg, to hide my jewels and the most valuable items of my collection. I got to work as soon as I arrived. First I headed for the Anichkov Palace to remove the large portrait of Alexander III.
I took it out of its frame and rolled it up, like I did with my Rembrandts in the spring. As for the jewels, I was too late. They have been taken to Moscow on the orders of the Provisional Government. Having completed my tasks in Petersburg, I gathered all the family diamonds and went to Moscow to hide them there together with my trusted servant Grigory. I hid them under the stairs.
My dearest Volodenka,
We are planning to come to Moscow. I’m glad that you are well. I have hurt my knee, and haven’t danced in two weeks. Osya has got a full-time job (200 rubles) at Novaya Zhizn! It’s very warm here, but awfully windy… See more
I’ve heard said that in Moscow the streets are dead after 10 pm. That sounds dreadfully dull. I have put on three pounds and am feeling desperate. I want to lose it, but for some reason, I spend all day hungry and I can’t restrain myself. My room is very sweet but quite bare: it short of many things (wallpaper, lamps, dressers).
I called on RepinPainter, to ask what he wanted for the Buchanan portrait: 10,000 rubles or a golden plate. Repin (deathly pale, with the shadows of a dead man under his nose and eyes, yet still his ever-charming self): “You know, the plate is awfully nice, but I fear… I’m not worthy of it… It would be wasted on me… And how would I ever sell it? It’s hallmarked, it would be awkward”. See more
From this I understood that he needed the money.
I lent him 500 rubles to cover the dacha, at which he cheered up and took me to see the changes he had made to his garden, such as draining and drying out the Glinka Lake, installing lights and chopping down a number of trees to help the air circulate.
We remembered today the holiday of last year which we spent in the Crimea. It was warmer in Tobolsk than it was in the Crimea that day I The day passed as usual. After vespers, Alexis received presents. We ate dinner at 7:30.
I'm still reading Fet (a lot of vulgarity, very weak, repetitive), trying to write poetry. Turns out very poor.
-"Look, Peter! Even trees have a different style here!" (Wife of a post-revolutionary ensign.)
There are historical moments when opportunism is not only a weakness, but also a crime.
After the medical examination, the Russian consulate denied me a passport for reasons of poor health. It is absolutely impossible for me to meet you. Come here immediately.
At 3 o'clock Natasha and I went to Remiz, where we found three mushrooms, then went to the Tea house and returned home.
In the barracks, the factories, on the street-corners, endless soldier speakers, all clamouring for an end to the war, declaring that if the Government did not make an energetic effort to get peace, the army would leave the trenches and go home. See more
The spokesman for the Eighth Army: “We are weak, we have only a few men left in each company. They must give us food and boots and reinforcements, or soon there will be left only empty trenches. Peace or supplies—either let the Government end the war or support the Army.”
For the Forty-sixth Siberian Artillery: “The officers will not work with our Committees, they betray us to the enemy, they apply the death penalty to our agitators; and the counter-revolutionary Government supports them. We thought that the Revolution would bring peace. But now the Government forbids us even to talk of such things, and at the same time doesn’t give us enough food to live on, or enough ammunition to fight with.”
From Europe came rumours of peace at the expense of Russia.