Shortly after 2 p.m. on 2 March Kerensky came into the Soviet to deliver what was perhaps the most important speech of his life. He needed the assembly to endorse his decision, taken earlier that morning without its prior approval, to accept the Ministry of Justice. ‘Comrades! Do you trust me?’ he asked in a voice charged with theatrical pathos. ‘We do, we do!’ the delegates shouted. ‘I speak, comrades, with all my soul, from the bottom of my heart, and if it is needed to prove this, if you do not trust me, then I am ready to die.’ A wave of emotion passed through the hall. The delegates broke into prolonged applause, turning into a standing ovation. Seizing this opportunity, Kerensky claimed that he had been obliged to accept the portfolio, since the tsarist ministers ‘were in my hands and I could not let them slip’. He told them that his ‘first act’ as the Minister of Justice had been to order the immediate release of all political prisoners and the arrangement of a hero’s welcome for their return to the capital. The delegates were overcome with emotion and greeted this news with thunderous cheers. Now Kerensky turned to ask them whether they approved of his decision to join the government, offering to resign from the Soviet if the answer should be no. But there were wild cries of ‘We do! We do!’ and, without a formal vote, his actions were endorsed. It was a brilliant coup de théâtre. What might have been the moment of his downfall had in fact become the moment of his triumph. Kerensky was now the only politician with a position in both the government and the Soviet. He was the undisputed leader of the people.41
This was to be the start of the ‘Kerensky cult’. His popularity was truly enormous. ‘There is only one name that unites everyone’, Gippius wrote on 1 March, ‘and that is the name of Kerensky.’ During these first weeks of the revolution the workers in their factories, the sailors on their ships and the soldiers in their barracks would ask the question, ‘What has Alexander Fedorovich to say?’, and invariably the answer would become the final word on any given issue. Kerensky was the darling of the democratic intelligentsia. ‘We loved Kerensky,’ recalled Gippius. ‘There was something alive, something bird-like and childish in him.’ With his pale and young-looking face, his bright, keen eyes and his nervous manner, he was the perfect image of the student radical.
This almost universal adulation cannot be explained in terms of the conventional virtues of a politician. Kerensky had few of these. His career in the Duma had not been especially distinguished: he lacked the stature of Miliukov and the style of Maklakov or Fedor Rodichev. And there were other lawyers better qualified to become the Minister of Justice. But Kerensky was the ideal man for February. As Gippius put it, ‘He is the right man in the right place.’ For one thing, Kerensky was a great orator — not so much in the parliamentary context, which demanded eloquence and intellectual balance, but in the sense that could appeal to the crowds. His speeches were fiery and emotional. They were not concerned with detailed policies but with moral principles and spiritual values. They often sounded more like the preachings of a priest than the prescripts of a politician. In his youth Kerensky had wanted to become an actor. His speeches were full of dramatic pathos, theatrical gestures and even fainting fits (these were genuine but Kerensky somehow managed to time them to coincide with the climax of his speech). All this tugged on the heart-strings of his listeners. Kerensky expressed and came to stand for the sentiment of national unity, for the people’s resurrection, which the February Revolution was supposed to be. He was called the ‘poet of freedom’; the ‘heart of the nation’; the ‘spirit of the people’; the ‘saviour of the fatherland’; and the ‘first love of the revolution’.42
It is perhaps not surprising that such a cult of the personality should have appeared in these first euphoric days of the revolution. People fell in love with ‘the revolution’, and this rubbed off on its ‘leader’, Kerensky. The institutions, the psychology, even the language of democracy had yet to be rooted in Russia’s virgin political soil. Most of the people still conceived of politics in monarchical terms. This, after all, was a land of Tsars. Even before Nicholas’s abdication, the Russian people had their new ‘Tsar’.
iii Nicholas the Last
The Tsar’s diary, 26 February 1917:
At ten o’clock I went to Mass. The reports were on time. There were many people at breakfast, including all the foreigners. Wrote to Alix and went for a walk near the chapel by the Bobrisky road. The weather was fine and frosty. After tea I read and talked with Senator Tregubov until dinner. Played dominoes in the evening.
