My God! How I long for a true daylight, true sun, true day...
Already through the Iberian Gate a human river was flowing, and the vast Red Square was spotted with people, thousands of them. I remarked that as the throng passed the Iberian Chapel, where always before the passerby had crossed himself, they did not seem to notice it…. See more
The inhabitants of a certain village in the Tul’skaia gubernia splendidly buried, and at public expense, the daughter of its former landowner who was killed in the war. They even erected a chapel above the grave et cetera. Recently they set about pillaging the property, exhumed the grave, opened the coffin and took the boots off the corpse.
My state of mind. My attitudes to the unfolding events. A strange serenity. I somehow regarded it all as inevitable, as something that must boil over and run its course, and there somehow wasn’t anyone whose fate was a source of concern for me. Nina Meshcherskaya did cross my mind on several occasions, but she was now married. See more