The day became excellent. I walked around the whole park while the children cut hay and played in the haystacks. We worked during the day in the garden. We came across some dry trees and fallen timber from the storm of 1914, hidden in the bushes and high grass. See more
At 6:30 we went to vespers. Late in the evening it started raining.
I am only fond now of formal and emotional poems, insofar as their meanings are artfully buried away.
When you walk with your face turned towards the glowing, rosy sky (to the rising or setting sun), verses are easily composed.
On a daily basis, a figure would appear on the balcony of Kschesinskaya’s house, wave its hands around, and scream in a husky voice. After having screamed for a couple of hours, it would go inside to warm up. A different figure would replace it. All of these figures carried the shared title “Lenin.”
It is becoming so difficult to live—I cannot even convey it. Prices, people, queues, portions—everything is eerie, frightening. And there is so much that is entirely unobtainable, which is even more frightening. And the harvest so far is barely middling. What on earth will happen in the winter and especially in the spring?
Finland wants complete independence from Russia, but Wilhelm is planning an offensive on Petrograd through Finland and its skerries. If Finland separates from us, that will be the end of the capital and the Baltic Sea.