...Cossack, a Cossack's son...
That's how the speech began.
—Fatherland. —Foe. —Gloom.
Ready to die, each man.
Sound the tocsin, you priests.
—Foodstocks drained. —There remains:
Honor. —Each moment counts!
Each man must needs
Groom his own mount...

4 December 1917

Even then I realized that that: "Yes, even soldiers must
groom their horses!" (Moscow summer 1917—in a speech to
Moscow State Conference)-was worth miles more
than all Kerensky (as we then used to say) put together.