To Whom it May Concern.
Our redaction council wants to present excerpts from diary of one resident, who has survived in a chaos of Kiev red terror (May, ХХХХ). We think that this memories can shed light on blood Bolshevik regime and we also hope that after reading this text you will able to compose sober picture of «red» atrocities on territories of Russian Empire. Equally important is the next fact of current political tact: Bolshevism is all-consuming virulent disease, tumor in the flesh of world society, which opposes itself against civilizing world. God save our last Emperor and his Family, the ruined souls of our executed citizens and our fallen soldiers.
«Egyptian March»
In April, XXXX I was directed to Kiev by British secret military chancery (BSMC) with aim to install contact with representatives of Armed Forces of South Russia (AFSR – famous «white army») – by that time this military state had successfully conducted military operations on Don, Kuban, Caucasus. Moreover the staff of AFSR has planned to organize the liberation of Ukrainian territory; therefore our government has aspired to get a gold mine of information about this strategic intentions. On April 6th, during the appointment with governance of our chancery, Colonel D.P. (the head of East military department) supplied me with secret instructions, German passport, 1 500 gold mark, one diminutive pocket pistol M1905 and counterfeit diplomatic credentials from «Berlin foreign office» (latest was «signed» by Ulrich von Brockdorff-Rantzau, who was the Foreign Minister of Germany). After this meeting I started to prepare for long way to Kiev. Additionally, in those days I distinctly understood that bolsheviks could execute me, but some irrational feelings, feelings of duty before our white exhausted allies have enthralled me in Ukriane – now, I increasingly convince myself that it was a will of Fate.
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On 8th May XXXX I arrived to the station «Kyiv-Passazhyrsky». From the first minutes of indwelling in Kiev I understood that red administration had precipitated this town in a time of Savonarola’s dictatorship. For example at the railway station has worked the squad of special military commission – «Cheka» – which had to control «political trustworthiness» of all regional citizens. As could be expected, this ravens in black leather jackets have arrested me due to the two facts: firstly, all members of German embassy left Ukrainian territory in December XXXX, so my strange «barnstorming» figure has infused mistrust into mind of this black potentates; secondly – my «perfect» passport has not contained special small pictogram with Hohenzollern coat of arms, which in a firs two decades of XX century always disposed in the left corner of the second page. It was hideous surprise for me.
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After this defeatist overture red «chekists» delivered me to the Mariyinsky Palace, whereas has located a main department of Cheka - . When I and raven’s accompaniment were coming out from automobile (probably it was requisitioned «Sperber F4»), my exhausted gaze rushed into phantasmagoric looming. At that moment I saw a veritable guise of Bolshevism - these were a filthy soldier in stripped uniform with drunk, unshaven faces, which displayed blunt craftiness, contempt to intelligent spirit and abhorrence to shine of Enlightenment. On the whole, these soldiers looked like quacking domesticated animals. Finally I have lost my soul force and shifted eyes on a palace balcony – on this half of building stood a smoking man in a dark suit. He has impressively leaned on a baroque handrail and observed this army of wild red ghosts – some diabolical power has imparted horror to this figure. And I understood that I fell into kingdom of gloom.
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You are unsuccessful bourgeois spy, sir - said this black bolshevists mentor.
I exactly remember his facial features, his traits of character and his voice tone, which I was able to catch during our taught dialog.
This is you misleading, comrade commissar – I am a German ambassador, Josef Dietrich von Wilztold, and I was directed in Kiev by Berlin foreign office with aims to protect interests of German citizen within Ukraine - after this words my potential executer started to chortle as a Homeric Gods.
Delicate May moon was filling belt of this men by own mild light while fire of gilded chandelier was illuminating his Faustian eyes. I saw in them feeling of superiority, sentiment of domination, maybe sense of understanding how much power he had above the human race and life of simple people. It was a strong sight of brown eyes, which had been witness of suffering, famine, violence and treason - in other words his eyes were bystanders of distress of human exist. Especially keenness of his nature have emphasized by sharp nose and slightly protruding forehead. As well, his lip edge has daringly smiled and if we add this feature to previous dramatic expression of his constitution we will probably get a magic character that was masterfully described in novel «The Demons» by Fedor Dostoevsky (portrait of Nikolai Stavrogin). Actually dark man has put spell on my mind. He was all-destructive light of hell among the unbounded dark of savage proletarian and paupers – it seems to me that he was embodiment of completeness of the human diabolical nature.
Unexpectedly, I heard how desecrated legacy of Magnificent Era - Renaissance Clock – had been ringing twelve sounds of night.
Stand up, sir resident! You must see glory of new era! – said this dux of red tribe with the same daring grimace.
We had walked along the charming emperor corridor, had passed throne room and had found themselves in blackness garden.
Battalion, prepare the line! – he said. I remember that something supercilious was in this command, something that infuse in your heart feeling of subjection and feeling of involvement in
great historical process. Suddenly, dark commissar moved to small table where located majestic Gramophone - he directed hand to gramophone needle and neatly lowered it on record. And in this moment quiet sounds of wind instruments started to grow to a bellicose, martial music – it was Egyptian March by Johann Strauss II. Furthermore, I omitted how with dogs of dark lordship appeared ordinary people – the hostages of bolsheviks regime. I remember their faces with feelings of wild fear, feelings of stoic sadness and feelings of the end of suffering days.
Unexpectedly, in a point of musical bifurcation red orchestra (sic! without command) started to shoot poor citizens. In furious eyes of dark commissar I also saw sense of gratification. It was a triumph of a new era! It was a prologue to a blood XX century.
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