Ambassadors dismissed
Trotsky has delivered an announcement to all Russian ambassadors abroad declaring that the Council of People’s Commissars will relieve each ambassador of his duties who is unwilling to consent to obey all directives of the Council. All ambassadors removed for this reason are to delegate their work to their subordinates.
Something has happened to me. I can’t write. “Russia has been sold on the cheap”. After various attempts at “peace-making” by the military high command, after the disgraceful elections to the Constituent Assembly, elections held under the bullets and bayonets of our new thugocracy, after all the decrees of madmen calling to dissolve the Municipal Duma, the “bulwark of the counterrevolution”, what is there to say? Speaking the truth feels as shameful as lying. See more
The Bolsheviks have clearly lost. Nevertheless, we know that they are not intending to accept this result. They used to hope for a better result, and, at that time, they opposed the Constituent Assembly. Now they will be trying to forbid it and break it up.
Recognising the need for energetic measures to reduce the salaries of high-ranking office employees and officials in all state, public and private institutions and enterprises, the Council of People’s Commissars decrees: See more
Candles were scarce. Darkness set in at three, and the time till six when electric light was given was especially hard to live through. The unhealthy quiet of the town, portentous silence of the empty streets magnified apprehension to an unbearable tensity. Hearing had grown to such acuteness as to catch from afar a faintly audible sound of footsteps on the thick snow. A rifle-shot, a burst of machine-gun fire and all quiet again. See more
I’m thinking of the expression “to laugh till you cry.” That is how all of Russia is laughing now: it is laughing till it cries. This is precisely that throaty laugh that bursts out against one’s will. See more
Now I have only one method of gratitude at my disposal: poems. They live on food, lend a cot: I recite poetry, rewrite poetry, write poetry. The soul pays for the body. How I would like to say that poems are uninteresting, and simply, for me to be loved! And to pay for a meal, as a meal!
Little Proctor has arrived from Arkhangel in a deuce of a panic. He says that the Ambassador and his family and all British subjects should at once go home via Bergen, and that the Embassy should move to Arkhangel to escape the massacre that will take place when the northern armies descend in hunger on Petrograd to loot and murder. See more
I went to the English envoy to Tokyo, Sir Green, and told him my thoughts on the situation, announcing that I do not recognise the present government, and I see it as my duty, as one who represents the former government, to honour our promise to the allies. See more