Book: Early diaries 1905-1917

This creates this extremely strange state, as in the theater: each sitting motionless spectators, each of them ready to follow their Supreme commander, but no one will go, when the performance ends and all go home.

The king didn't believe in myself, as in the Anointed one, faith took Rasputin, he seized power and trampled the king in the dirt. Whip Rasputin - the expansion of the Church, Nicholas - the expansion of the state combined for the destruction of the old order (the people screaming about treason). Ministers make speeches, referring to the city councils, the Congress, the advice of Congress, to the provincial committees County, township and village. But in all these conventions, boards and committees, and various self-styled Ministers also say the speech, and so all of Russia is making a speech, and nobody does anything, and the whole of Russia a continuous meeting of people. Whiners now no, a lot scared, but no whiners: life is interesting.

So it is clear that we need to do to understand the world: to abandon oneself (egoism), and then the soul will glow (poetry is the light of the soul).

In Galicia there is the dream of a great net beautiful Russian.
High-school student, a seventeen year old boy, was walking with me in Lviv and spoke in pure Russian. He told me about the persecution of the Russian language, was not allowed even to have a map of Russia, before the war, he was forced to burn Pushkin, Lermontov, Tolstoy and Dostoevsky.
- How did you learn Russian?
- I slowly taught grandfather - his grandfather was taken prisoner. I taught others, and so it began. We have acted as revolutionaries, we were always revolutionaries.

Close I approached happiness, and now, it seems, only a hand to take it, Yes, there is something just not happiness - a knife in the place where happiness lives. It took some time, and I got used to this sore spot: not so good, and otherwise became to understand everything in the world: not in width and in depth, and the whole world for me changed, and people began to get to me quite different.

Asceticism as a goal is the greatest absurdity. He is the cover of hypocrites and hypocrisy. True asceticism is itself, as PA wrinkles the forehead, as a consequence of profound experiences.

The idea of eternity is born from a love of life, when all the love focused on the present moment, this moment, the authenticity after it becomes like an eternity. Eternity is the force of life, and then endless joy.

I called a terrible Your letter that it was empty, bare as a skeleton, and at the same time sincere (skeletons sincere).

These people, the meek do not know the light emanating from them. In General, the best human gift is given <...> is the same gift as light, water. Good, beauty is a gift of nature.

When a man loves, he gets to the heart of the world...

We were baptized by August Bebel in awe reading his book "Frau und Sozialismus". Before the time of light, I had two ideas of this book, the first that the time of world catastrophe, and second, that the woman after that, "the woman of the future" will be the same as I wanted in the inmost depths of his childhood. <...> And we went for peace and a woman of the future in jail. The interrogation the gendarmes, window bars, and the light in it... the woman of the future, who is she, the mother, the sister, the bride, in the heart of the ordinary, in his troubled, confused soul bears the image of a Beautiful Lady - you need to be a member!

Especially interesting Gippius: she seems cold, snowy Lady: the death of the spring beam are all her fears.

A love of nature, as the birthplace of man, is the same everywhere: in the hungry steppe will pull, if it be born...

And here I have a big, big pond like lake. The fountain... the Trees leaning over the water. Large green gang ive inclined I cuddle. I'm so big that it can embrace every kind of green tree. The water rises, slide out to the sky, and the sky is strange... big and bright. And somewhere in the lowest, the middle, growing the yellow gold flower... the Flow of many small sparks of flowers everywhere you look. This Golden dust from a flower scattered in the sky... Yes, Yes, the sky... of Course, the sky... of Course, there lies the secret... It's open. Here it is, take it boldly, take it.
Yes, of course, is clear: heaven is infinitely large, this flower in the middle - beautiful. So, we need to start there...
Beauty rules the world. From it is born good, and from good fortune, first my, and then universal...