I slept well. The rain and cold had returned. We decided to remain on the ship. Some squalls came up, but at 1 o'clock the weather cleared up. The crowd continued to build up on the pier and the nearby bank. Some had their feet almost in the water and went back inside only when it rained.
A lot of work has gone into both houses, cleaning and bringing the rooms into presentable appearance. All of us and the guards wanted to go some place farther up the river while we waited. We ate lunch at 1 o'clock and dinner at 8 o'clock. The kitchen in the house had already been fixed up, and our food was brought to us from there. All evening I went with the children around our cabins. The weather was cold, with a northwest wind.
The crucial task of Russian culture is in making sure its fire is directed at that which needs to be burned; to turn the rebellions of Stenka Razin and Pugachev into a powerful wave of music; to bound this fire in such a way as not to weaken it but to shape its flow; to organise its rebellious will; See more
In the middle of the night, I woke up to a burst of indecent noise. Hysterical female screams: “Help! They’re destroying me! They’re killing me!” Footsteps, male voices. Noise. And again those splitting female screams. On this sort of night, it’s no good to be in prison. In the morning, the wardress, the one who had five cats, explained that the criminal wing is full. See more
Newspapers report a safe arrival in Tobolsk on Saturday. What a horrible hole this must be! If only they were safe there.