Wonderfully warm weather began. I took a walk with Tatiana. The guard from the First Infantry Regiment is in good order, and today the guard from the Second Infantry Regiment is changing places with them. See more
We sawed up the four fir trees from yesterday which were along the same path. Work was hot. I took a bath until tea time. I looked through some old albums in my new writing room.
I asked for some books, for a notebook to write my thoughts in. I filed a report. The wardresses are coolly polite. You can clearly sense they disapprove of a "Bolshevik". They are "patriots", they support total war. They used to serve here under the old regime. They were very unhappy with the "destruction" of the prison during the February revolution. See more
-For pity's sake, they burned new beddings... They released convicts and hooligans.
The route to the canteen of the Executive Committee was a little Golgotha in those days. Tea was dispensed there, and sandwiches of black bread and cheese or red caviar; the latter was plentiful in the Smolny and later in the Kremlin. See more
For dinner, the fare was a vegetable soup with a chunk of meat. The canteen was in charge of a soldier named Grafov. When the baiting of the Bolsheviks was at its worst, when Lenin was declared a German spy and had to hide in a hut, I noticed that Grafov would slip me a hotter glass of tea, or a sandwich better than the rest, trying meanwhile not to look at me. He obviously sympathized with the Bolsheviks but had to keep it from his superiors. I began to look about me more attentively. Grafov was not the only one: the whole lower staff of the Smolny — porters, messengers, watchmen — were unmistakably with the Bolsheviks.
It got warmer, the wind spent itself a little. I'm feeling rather bad. How much humiliation do we endure from our inspectors! How much trouble do they cause! I went for a little walk with my daughters in the garden. A doctor arrived right after breakfast to take a look at the boys. See more
But he hadn't even started when this vile non-commissioned officer flew in and tried to send him away, saying that his name had apparently not been put into the charge of quarters book.
The doctor got so scared that he wanted to leave immediately, but, thankfully, Xenia has vigorously interfered, and he stayed. As a result, I felt no liveliness of freshness after out trip. How horrible!