Toward the end of November occurred the “wine-pogroms”- looting of the wine-cellars - beginning with the plundering of the Winter Palace vaults. For days there were drunken soldiers on the streets…. In all this was evident the hand of the counter-revolutionists, who distributed among the regiments plans showing the location of the stores of liquor.
Preliminary results of the Constituent Assembly elections are out. The Bolsheviks lost. Along with the left-wing Socialist-Revolutionaries, they are far behind the right-wing SRs, who got considerably more seats in the Assembly. See more
I received 90% of votes in the Vologodsky district. We celebrated with an extravagant feast: we all had a piece of bread, half a sausage, tinned peaches and had tea with sugar.
We need to welcome the new authorities and get in touch with them.
The breakdown is getting worse.
One evening at the very beginning of the Bolshevist rule, my husband and I decided to go to the ballet. I had never before been in the Imperial Theatres otherwise than through a private entrance and in the imperial box, and I found it interesting to view the house from orchestra seats, as a private individual. See more
We bought our tickets and went. At that time no one ever thought of dressing for the theatre so we went as we were. We arrived when the spectacle had already begun. During the first interval we went into the foyer. The theatre was crowded by people from all walks of life. I remember that from the beginning I was shocked by the contrast between the well-known music and performance and the unusual, odd appearance of the house.
On our way back to our seats I looked up—it must have been for the first time—and saw the box on the right side of the stage which from time immemorial had been occupied by the imperial family. Framed by the heavy silk draperies, in the arm-chairs with the gilded backs, there now sat several sailors, their caps on their dishevelled heads and with them their ladies in woollen, coloured kerchiefs. All things considered, there was nothing unusual in this sight, but nevertheless it affected me powerfully. My sight grew dim; I felt myself about to fall, and groped for the hand of my husband, who was walking beside me. Beyond that, I remember nothing. I came to myself after a thirty-minute fainting spell, the first and the last in my life, lying upon the hard oilcloth couch of the theatre's infirmary. The strange face of a doctor was bending over me and the room was filled with people who must have come to stare. My teeth chattered j I was shivering all over. Putiatin wrapped me in a blanket and took me home, and I recovered only the next day.
The Allies should release Russia from the engagement entered into in the Pact of London not to make a separate peace, and that they should tell the Russian people that, realising the extent to which they are worn by war, and the effects of the disorganisation resulting from a great revolution, they would leave them to decide for themselves whether to obtain peace on Germany’s terms, or fight on with their Allies who were determined not to lay down their arms until they had obtained guarantees for the world’s peace.
It is amazing to me that any group of persons should be so ill-informed as to suppose, as some groups in Russia apparently suppose, that any reforms planned in the interest of the people can line in the presence of a Germany powerful enough to undermine or overthrow them by intrigue or force. Anybody of free men that compounds with the present German Government is compounding for its own destruction.