Woke up with a hoarse throat. Went for a walk with Tatyana. The weather was rather pleasant. I sat with Aleksey until tea. At 6 I received Shcheglovitov, and then Protopopov. After reading the evening papers we did a puzzle together.
Yet another idiotic banquet. Patriotic speeches. Utterings of “Constantinople, Constantinople”. Bloody foolishness! We hear rumours from the kitchen staff that a general strike is in the offing. Most likely the “comrades” are really planning something big this time, but nothing of any decisive significance is likely to come of it; the “hydra” will be easily grinded down by the regularity of our policing methods. Unless, as some are now saying, the police themselves are in a state of collapse. If such is the case, our brother the bourgeoisie ought to watch out…
Can it really be that there has been nothing new in art in Petrograd? Where is Filonov living? I received the transfer (75 roubles), and thank you for your troubles.
I am working a lot.
My greetings to everyone.
Alexei had ½ a syringe of morphine injected and has been sleeping since 6 o’clock.