Soviet Union -- History -- Revolution, 1917-1921 -- Personal narratives; World War, 1914-1918 -- Soviet Union
What had happened was this. The “Red Guard,” an armed band of workmen
allied with the Bolsheviki, together with all the extremists who could
be rallied by Lenine, and these included some very young boys, had been
given arms and told to “go out in the streets.” This is a phrase that
usually means go out and kill everything in sight. In this case the
men were assured that the Kronstadt regiments would join them, that
cruisers would come up the river and the whole government would be
delivered into the hands of the Bolsheviki. The Kronstadt men did come
in sufficient numbers to surround and hold for two days the Tauride
Palace, where the Duma meets and the provisional government had its
headquarters. The only reason why the bloodshed was not greater was
that the soldiers in the various garrisons around the city refused to
come out and fight. The sane members of the Soviet had begged them
to remain in their casernes, and they obeyed. All day Tuesday and
Wednesday the armed motor cars of the Bolsheviki dashed from barrack
to barrack daring the soldiers to come out, and whenever they found a
group of soldiers to fire on, they fired. Most of these loyal soldiers
are Cossacks, and they are hated by the Bolsheviki.
Tuesday night there was some real fighting, for the Cossacks went to
the Tauride Palace and freed the besieged ministers at the cost of the
lives of a dozen or more men. Then the Cossacks started out to capture
the Bolshevik armored cars. When they first went out it was with
rifles only, which are mere toy pistols against machine guns. After
one little skirmish I counted seventeen dead Cossack horses, and there
were more farther down the street. As soon as the Cossacks were given
proper arms they captured the armored trucks without much trouble. The
Bolsheviki threw away their guns and fled like rabbits for their holes.
Nevertheless a condition of warfare was maintained for the better part
of a week, and the final burst of Bolshevik activity gave Petrograd,
already sick of bloodshed, one more night of terror. That night I shall
not soon forget.
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