Sixty-sixth installment from the diary of my great-grandfatherâ€™s sister Alise, written during the First World War. When the diary starts, she is living just a few miles from the front lines of the Eastern Front, and is then forced to flee with her husband and two young daughters to her familyâ€™s house near LimbaÅ¾i as the war moves even closer. Her third child, a son, was born there in February 1916. The family has now relocated (again) to a home near Valmiera, and the Russian Revolution is in full swing. For more background, see here, and click on the tag â€œdiary entriesâ€ to see all of the entries that I have posted.
If there is mention of a recognizable historical figure and event, I will provide a Wikipedia link so that you can read more about the events that Alise is describing.
February 15, 1918
The time of violence and tyranny is over! Once again we feel that we are under the rule of law. When a person is saved from horror, then he doesn’t ask his saviour’s ethnicity or religion – he only rushes to thank his saviour. And so our saviour and rescuer in this case is the German army. The time of violence and tyranny is over, and may it never return.