We begin every year thinking that it can't get worse. And then it gets worse.
I painted the last engraving - a woman with the devil.
Dear Grandmother! I'm sorry I still haven't carried out my promise and haven't written to you. Our life here is quiet and calm. Felix's mother and father still fight from time to time, which is rather amusing. Felix himself caught a cold and spends his days in bed, which is rather boring. The candies you gave me are very tasty, I keep eating them all the time.
My dear friend!
Your worries about "German captivity" are profuse and have no ground. There's no danger. We're staying here for now. When you choose where to live, please, don't let yourself be influenced by calculations if I go there. It would be absurd and ridiculous if I were to limit your choices of places to live by worries if I "might" come there as well in the future!
My best wishes.
The wounded take printing press and calculating machine classes in a South African hospital.
A Russian friend of mine sent me a message through Colonel Thornhill, our assistant military attache, to say that there would be a revolution before Easter, but that I need not be alarmed, as it would not last more than a fortnight.