The Dark Forest

On the evening of the following day Trenchard, Andrey Vassilievitch and I were sent with sanitars and wagons to the little hamlet of M----, five versts only from the Position. I...

The greater part of the next day was spent by us in the little town of S----, a comfortable place very slightly disturbed by the fact that it had been already the scene of four...

But this is not my story. If I have hitherto taken the chief place it is because, in some degree, the impressions of Trenchard, Marie Ivanovna, Andrey Vassilievitch must, during...

The retreat struck us as breathlessly as though we had been whirled by a wind-storm into midair on the afternoon of a summer day. At five minutes to three we had been sitting ro...

Captain T---- died this afternoon at four-thirty. A considerable shock to me. He was so young, so strong. They all said that he had a remarkable future. He had dined with us sev...

His was the first figure to catch my eye that evening in Petrograd; he stood under the dusky lamp in the vast gloomy Warsaw station, with exactly the expression that I was after...

Before I give the extracts from Trenchard's diary that follow I would like to say that I do not believe that Trenchard had any thought whatever, as he wrote, of publication. He...

Marie Ivanovna herself spoke to me of Semyonov. She found me alone waiting for my morning tea. We were before the others, and could hear, in the next room, Molozov splashing wat...

And now I am confronted with a very serious difficulty. There is nothing stranger in this whole business of the life and character of war than the fashion in which an atmosphere...

It was on July 23 that I first entered the Forest of S----. I did not, I remember, pay the event any especial attention. I went with Anna Petrovna to the cholera village that is...

It was during two nights in the forest of S----, about which I must afterwards write, that I had those long conversations with Trenchard, upon whose evidence now I must very lar...

Semyonov and Marie Ivanovna did not offer us a picture of idealised love--they did not offer us a picture of anything, and although they were, both of them, most certainly chang...