Towards midday I set off on foot for the Winter Palace. A barricade has been put up on the Palace Bridge. Only those with passes are allowed through. The path along the fence of the Tsar’s garden is littered with broken bottles.
There is no wind, and the air around the palace reeks of alcohol. A sailor who has been standing on guard since the morning by the stairs to the cellar is clearly intoxicated on the fumes, although there are no reasons to doubt his claim that not a drop has passed his lips. I heard later in the day that almost all of the wine has been removed from the cellar, which has been flooded with water…
A group of women has assembled around the newspaper man, on the corner. They were yelling: can this be any other way with our people? You can only do this with whips and bullets with them…
Could one of the comrades let me know if the resolution on courts was passed yesterday in the Petrograd Soviet? And if anything practical was done?
We are standing at the abyss. War with the enemy has ceased, but a new and merciless war has been declared between brothers.
“Comrade Supreme Commander, we ask you to send, immediately, to Moscow, Rostov-on-Don and Orenburg, such forces that, while not putting the front in danger, would suffice to quickly wipe from the face of the earth the counter-revolutionary insurrection of Cossack generals and bourgeois Kadets”. See more
Such is the order that Lev Trotsky sent over a direct line to Ensign Krylenko. I am speechless. I am petrified from the terror of what is to come. And helpless… There are elemental forces at work. What can one man do?
The Lisbon theatre was huge and resembled a circus. It was even called a Colosseum. Diaghilev avidly disliked it. But it was our only option, as the former royal theatre had closed down. See more
The day following our arrival, Diaghilev and I left our hotel and headed towards the Colosseum, but the moment we were about to enter the theatre, we heard gunfire. People started running around, chased by police on horseback. People in the theatre told us, that a revolution had begun, and suggested we return to the hotel.
We reached the hotel, and the administrative staff advised us to get mattresses and to shield ourselves with them so that we don't get hurt by shattered glass. Noone knew what would come next. We were leading a strange and inconvenient life the following week. We had to sleep fully dressed on the floor or the stairs; there was very little food, as the hotel's stocked supplies were running out quickly; and we grew tired of it fairly soon. For Diaghilev, such inactivity was pure torture. At the same time, we heard the news about the Bolshevik revolt in Russia and Diaghilev started blaming all revolutionaries at once. Diaghilev believed that the October revolution would have horrible consequences for Russia, and was extremely distressed. Having distanced himself from politics, he took to heart everything happening in his homeland.
As for Portugal, the order in Lisbon was restored just as quickly as it was shattered: the victorious general pronounced himself President, and life resumed its natural course. Diaghilev even managed to stage two performances in the royal theatre San Carlos, and we succeeded in doing our best.
It was a nice cold day. During the day I finally went outside and took a walk and chopped wood for a little while. The sun shone and warmed things up, especially in the rooms. At 9 o'clock we attended vespers.