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Maurice Paleologue
10, Kutuzova embankment, Petrograd, Russian Empire
At eleven o'clock the Emperor received the members of the conference at the smaller palace at Tsarskoe Selo.
Court etiquette prescribes that ambassadors take precedence of their missions, so that the order of presentation is determined by their seniority.
The three delegations were thus arranged in a circle in the order: English — Italian — French.
After a few pleasant words to the junior officials and officers who form the suite of the French mission, Nicholas II withdrew, and the function was over.
As we were returning to Petrograd, I observed that Milner, Scialoja and Doumergue had been equally disappointed with the ceremony.
I could not help thinking to myself to what good use a monarch who really knew his business — someone like Ferdinand of Bulgaria —would have put such an event.
I can imagine the dexterous interplay of questions and insinuations, allusions and hints, confidences and compliments in which he would have revelled. But Nicholas II, as I have so often said, does not enjoy the exercise of power.
Conscience, humanity, gentleness, honour — these, I think, are the outstanding virtues of Nicholas II. But the sacred spark is not in him.
Taco Tichelaar, Charles Roth Mpc and 3 others
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30 January
Lenin discusses the Ukraine
“The war is just the beginning. There will be something more terrible and more powerful than a revolution.”
Picasso introduces his new friend, Jean Cocteau, to Gertrude Stein
Vasily Shulgin
Peski, Petrograd, Russian Empire
N. told me he that wished to speak me confidentially and in private… I invited him round.
He probed me on what people were chirping about over coffee in every drawing room – in other words, the palace coup…
N. said that the vessel of the state was in danger – that you could practically say it was sinking – and that exceptional measures were therefore required to rescue the ship’s crew and its precious cargo.
I responded to this with a question:
“Have you read Jules Verne?”
“Of course I have – which of his works do you mean, exactly?”
“That doesn't matter – I’m not even sure this is from Jules Verne… Anyhow, there’s this theory that sailors have.”
“What theory?
“Two theories, actually. Or rather, two schools – the ‘onboarders’ and the ‘lifeboaters’…”
“Explain.”
“The ‘lifeboaters’ maintain that when a vessel suffers a shipwreck, you need to transfer everyone to the lifeboats and try and save yourselves that way.”
“Right, that’s clear enough… And what about the ‘onboarders’?”
“Well, the ‘onboarders’ insist you should remain on board…”
“But the ship’s sinking!..”
“Yes, but even so… They say that nine out of ten lifeboats perish at sea…”
“But that leaves a one-in-ten chance.”
“They say the sinking ship has a one-in-ten chance as well, hence there’s no point worrying…”
“And the bottom line here is..?”
“The bottom line is that I’m an ‘onboarder’ – I shall remain on the ship and have no desire to embark any lifeboat…”
He was silent for a moment.
“In that case let’s forget this conversation.”
“Let’s.”
Hugo Greenhalgh
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Larisa Reisner Nikolay Gumilyov
28, Bol'shaya Zelenina street, Petrograd, Russian Empire (Reisner's apartment)
Skis. The ones you want aren’t available anywhere. You could probably order them from Finland, and they’d arrive in two weeks or so. But I don't know whether you’d be happy with that?
Do you remember us discussing the fact that a Renaissance is due to begin in Russia? I’ve spent a lot of time lately thinking about the strange people who, after the refined, transparent, wise quattrocento, became the progenitors of an entirely new century. Just like that – in one fell swoop. Just think, Michelangelo came after Leonardo, after women incapable of even holding up a Swan. And suddenly, all those bodies, all that ponderousness, all those visions.
I’m very much looking forward to your play. Its form will doubtless be wonderful, as you well know yourself. But remember, my dear Hafiz, the Sistine Chapel hasn’t yet been completed – it’s still missing its God, its prophets, its Sybils, its Adam and its Eve. And, most importantly, there’s no sleep there, and no waking; there are no heroes either, no singular gesture of victory, and no singular perfect beauty – the cold, stone, abstract beauty unfeared by that century’s denizens, and which they dared to honour as equal. Well, goodbye. Write your drama and come back, for God's sake.
Charlotte Marsden
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Gertrude Stein with Pablo Picasso
Paris, France
One day, Picasso came round with a slender youth hanging on his shoulder. “This is Jean,” he announced. “Jean Cocteau. And we’re leaving for Italy.”
Picasso was excited at the prospect of designing a set for the Ballets Russes. The music, he says, is currently being written by Erik Satie, and the libretto by Jean Cocteau.
Hugo Greenhalgh
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Natalia Goncharova with Serge Diaghilev
enters into a contract
Italy, Roma, Palazzo Teodolli, Parliament Street, 9
We agreed to produce for S.P. Diaghilev scenery for 27 acts- a curtain counts as one act. We will get 80,000 francs for this work. In every city, S.P. Diagilev will provide us with design studios for writing sets, all the required materials such as canvas, paints, brushes and everything needed for this job. During this period of work, Larionov and Goncharova require two months holiday a year.
Charlotte Marsden
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Vladimir Lenin Inessa Armand
Zurich, Switzerland
We were recently visited by two escaped prisoners of war. It was interesting to see “live” people, not corroded by emigrant life. As types: one is a Jew from Bessarabia, who has seen life, a Social-Democrat or nearly a Social- Democrat, has a brother who is a Bundist, etc. He has knocked about, but is uninteresting as an individual because commonplace. The second is a Voronezh peasant, a man of the soil, from an Old Believers’ family. A breath from the Black Earth. It was extremely interesting to watch him and listen. He spent a year in a German prison camp (a mass of horrors) with 27,000 Ukrainians. The Germans build up camps according to nations, and do their utmost to break them away from Russia; for the Ukrainians they sent in skilful lecturers from Galicia. The results? Only 2,000, according to him, were for “self-rule” (independence in the sense more of autonomy than of separation) after months of effort by the agitators!! The remainder, he says, were furious at the thought of separation from Russia and going over to the Germans or Austrians.
As regards the tsar and God, all the 27,000, he says, have finished with them completely, as regards the big landowners too. They will return to Russia embittered and enlightened.
All the yearning of the Voronezh man is to get back home, to the land, to his farm. He traipsed around the German villages working, kept his eyes open and learned a lot.
They praise the French (in the prison camps) as good comrades. “The Germans also curse their Kaiser.” They hate the English: “Swelled heads; won’t give you a piece of bread if you won’t wash the floor for them” (that’s the kind of swine you get, perverted by imperialism!).