On the train, Rozanov could not stop making fun of Pavel Berlin because his name is the name of a city. “And then there’s Jack London!” he said, “What kind of fad is this? Come on! I don’t call myself Petersburg. Chukovsky doesn’t call himself Moscow. We are humble people. And then there’s even Anatole France. I could be Vasilii Russia! I would be ashamed to show my face.”
Twenty-nine years have passed from the day of our salvation from the train wreck; no one here other than myself was in it.
It seems that kinship never fades, no matter what happens. In Moscow, Rodzianko claims that he heard that in Riga, Emperor Wilhelm II visited an Orthodox cathedral, kissed the icons and ordered that Nicholas II be mentioned during the service.
It's fine to mention him, but how - they should think about that.
Austro-German offensive has begun on the Italian front.
Brazil has also entered the war and declared it against Germany. My dear reader! I'll leave it to you to count how many countries are now at war. I've lost count.
Our defeat by the Italians has made a strong impression. It seems that relentless measures will be taken against the Ukrainian Rada. Yesterday, for the first time, I could hear serious anxiety about the Bolsheviks.
I left for Berlin this morning, passing through Basel. Swiss border patrol was quite rude, despite me having my diplomatic papers. I could feel that they enjoy inconveniencing us, in retaliation to us "eating their bread."
In the morning I read. In the afternoon, Natasha, Johnson and I went to Remiz, at the second gate we stepped out and walked past the Tea House to the Black Lake. By the river I shot from the Mauser, was testing it. Before reaching the lake we went back to the car and were back home by 5 o’clock.
I lunched with Verkhovski—also Niessel, Golovin, Marushevsky and Levitsky.
After lunch, Verkhovski said that the five classes which it is now proposed to dismiss meant a million men. Dukhonin says that more than this cannot be spared from the front. See more