16 de marzo de 1917: la historia de la Revolución Rusa

El periódico británico The Guardian ha publicado hoy un extracto de un artículo suyo publicado en 1917 sobre los inicios de la revolución rusa. En Adarga Antigua Historia ofrezco este interesante artículo ya que es otro medio de estudiar historia: artículos de prensa contemporánea a los hechos.
En este caso, publico el artículo en su idioma original, pues como todos sabemos el inglés se está imponiendo como lengua mundial, especialmente en el ámbito que aquí nos ocupa: la educación, a la que las nuevas leyes están dotando de carácter bilingüe en los últimos tiempos.
From the archive, 16 March 1917: The story of the Russian revolution.
Vladimir Ilyich Lenin addresses a huge crowd in Petrograd (St Petersburg) during the Russian Revolution, March 1917. Russian activist Leon Trotsky is on the right of the podium. Photograph: Getty Images
Petrograd, Tuesday

The first duty of a British correspondent in these days of national upheaval is to assure our compatriots that “Russia is all right” as a friend, ally, and fighter. The fiery trials she is undergoing will only steel her heart and arms.

I have been day and night in the streets for the last three days; I have seen long queues of hungry men, women, and children at the bakers’, seen wanton firing with rifles and machine-guns, seen civil war in the main thoroughfares: but I have not heard a single word against the war.
The shortage of food, the lack of organisation and the neglect of the most elementary precautions are popularly ascribed to German influences. The word “provocation” was on the lips. These influences the Russians are resolved to exterminate.
The killing of Rasputin was the match which set fire to a vast heap of patriotic determination. Russia would deserve well of her Allies. She would give herself a chance.
The fire quickly spread, and ran from class to class, from caste to caste, from the civilians to the troops. It smouldered in Petrograd on Saturday, flamed up on Sunday, and became a conflagration yesterday. This morning I heard that its purpose had been achieved.
All the regiments in Petrograd have declared for the Duma and the people, and the Naval Barracks have been opened to enable the sailors to make common cause with the rest.

A Weak Fusilade

I live next to the English Church behind the English Quay. Up to the early hours of the morning bombs, guns, and the rattle of machine-guns and rifles were heard from Vassily Ostrov, which is across the Neva. They were the culminating salvoes of the national awakening.

Owing to the interruption of the tram service and the want of droshkies it would have been difficult personally to watch the successive events. Commander Locker-Lampson, however, placed his motor-car at my disposal on Saturday, and I drove slowly along the Nevsky Prospekt through crowds numbering tens of thousands, intermingled with cavalry, Cossacks, and patrols of infantry with fixed bayonets. The motor-car was driven by a soldier and was frequently stopped, but my explanation that I and my companion were British invariably evoked cheers and the heartiest good wishes.
Orders were suddenly given to use rifles and machine-guns. There were only a certain number of live cartridges in the belts of the machine-guns, but the crowds were so dense that many fell. As regards the riflemen, either a large number of blank cartridges were used or the shooting was intentionally bad.
The garden in front of the Kazan Cathedral was packed when a large force of Cossacks came up. All kneeled, and the Cossacks did not fire.

Guards Regiments Come Over

Several of the police, including a high official, were shot. The resentment of the people was directed especially against the police, for it had become known that a considerable proportion of the troops had already refused to fire. On Sunday some of the police sent to assist the military fired on the people, to the great indignation of the soldiery.

Sunday was a repetition of Saturday on a more extensive scale in various quarters of the town.
On Sunday night a secret meeting of the Duma was convened for Monday. The majority of the members had reached the Tauride Palace on foot.
The first thing in the morning several Guards regiments declared for the people, and some officers were killed. The Litovsky Regiment refused to fire, and the Volynsky, Pavlovsky, Preobrazhensky, Simeonoffsky, Keksholmsky, and other Guards, altogether 25,000 men, joined their comrades with their arms.
The arsenal, the artillery headquarters, was taken and the commandant killed.
Colonel Knox, the British Military Attache, who was at the arsenal at the time, was escorted to the British Embassy by a guard.
The fortress of St. Peter and St. Paul was also entered, and the prison was opened. The fortress is now the headquarters of the revolutionary forces. There are thousands of soldiers in the streets leading to the Duma, fraternising with the people.

Revenge on the Police

Tuesday evening
All the military and naval forces in Petrograd have now declared themselves on the side of the people, and troops from Kronstadt have arrived and joined their comrades, but so far they are not accompanied by many of their officers. The streets are now perfectly safe, although people with weak nerves are occasionally startled by exuberant firing in the air.

There has been a wholesale demolishing and burning of police stations in revenge for police in soldiers’ uniforms having manned machine-guns on the roofs of buildings such as the Imperial Marie Theatre and the Hotel Astoria, besides police stations and private houses, from which they also dropped grenades on the people.
Machine-gun fire was opened on the Naval Brigade from the roof of the Hotel Astoria, which since the war has been transformed into an hotel for officers, including British officers and other foreigners. The naval men retaliated with a sharp fusilade, broke into the hotel, arrested most of the Russian officers there, numbering some 200, and took them to the Duma. The foreigners in the hotel were treated with the greatest courtesy, and were transferred to quarters elsewhere.
Small mercy was shown to the police, who are believed to have been responsible for most of the casualties among the civilians. These, so far as can at present be judged, amount to a few hundred, the great majority being wounded. A military police force is now being organised.

Joyous Thanksgiving

A walk through the chief streets between eleven and one showed that there was everywhere the greatest animation. There were ceaseless outbursts of cheering. Sailors and Sisters of Mercy were especially popular. The sisters cheered back and threw kisses. It was a beautiful early spring day, which seemed to reflect the political hour and the mood of the populace. A feeling of the deepest thanksgiving for what has been accomplished with so little bloodshed fills all patriotic hearts.

Without a great change it was doubtful whether Russia could have finished her bit. She is determined to win with a determination which Germans will soon realise, and will remember and rue for long years to come. With a mighty effort Russia has burst her bonds.

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