Nowadays, as is obvious, we have already seen the emigration of the propertied classes abroad, specifically to Sweden. With the end of the war this emigration can only increase.
Our poor hungry cat torments us with its cries for food. But we ourselves are in the same position.
It’s Maslenitsa. And there’s no food to be had. We barely managed to get ourselves some milk. As for meat, Masha’s attempt to get hold of some proved wholly unsuccessful. Marfusha was next to be sent, and after spending an age in the queue she got four pounds of the stuff (bones included). See more
There’s nothing to make pancakes from, and nothing to eat them with. Moscow’s all dark, the streetlights remain unlit. Crooks, of course, are robbing people under the cover of darkness. This is such a difficult time! The servants are just barely surviving, but they’re not the only ones – even our cat Barsik has become thin as a skeleton. There’s nothing to eat, so he eats potatoes. Today, I sacrificed forty kopeks for his sake, so Masha could go out and find some entrails for him. He’s her favourite, but when you have nothing for yourself, you have nothing to give. He’s already exterminated all the mice. I feel sorry for the poor cat.