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.
The unrest, thank God, didn’t reach us; the Caucasus seemed immune from them. What a great idea it had been to settle in Kislovodsk! And so I remained in a state of spiritual equilibrium amidst the sun, the air, my Fourth Sonata (which I was finishing off), the Kant (which I also finished in November), Asya, walks and games of chess with old Prince Urusov.
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.