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December 14.

At night I was waken up by cannons. Then slept again. No dreams remembered.

It is a day-off today. Roozahna was taken by her biological father's sister to her grandparents.

Sahtik, Ahshaut and me had a downhill walk to Department Store.
On the way we met Garric, a worker of Sashic's, who eagerly shared the hot gossip about finding a missile fragment with the trademark 'Made in Turkey' on it. Presently, they seek means of shipping to the Empire's capital this corroborative evidence of exterior forces involvement in our sovereign scramble.

<!-- They pin too much hope on the dead horse, I think, Moscow will give no more ear to the case than accused Ankara -->

In Department Store they extravagantly put up for sale things normally kept for shadow transactions. I bought a kit of household hand tools. A lucky strike.

Stepping outside into the sunlit Kirov Street, we met Carina with her children. She frisked inside her bag and presented Ahshaut with a pair of mittens grown too tight for her son Tiggo and then added two buns.

We returned to our place.

After lunch my mother-in-law left for her home and, with Ahshaut having his day nap, Sahtik and I were given free rein to make love.

Upon my time of life, the grounds for romantic feelings are scarce and dwindling, yet, by heaven, I believe it's not a made-up trash to say that I love her.

Sure, I do.

And even if not madly, I love her properly and deeply and with real vigor - yep! - when needed.

Historically, there are no records of a female making a good wife and being a superb sex partner. It's either one or the other. You just can't have this 2 in 1.

I am a lucky dog to find in Sahtik both qualities.

At half past 3 p.m., I visited Nerses. He gave me the latest address of Larissa and Vanya, his daughter and son-in-law, respectively.

They were our dear weekend friends before their flight to Vanya's Cossack fatherland at the outbreak of armed confrontation down here.

However, my main objective was to borrow THE BHAGAVAT-GITA and Nerses readily complied with the request.

In the follow-up chat, he outlined his current venture of selling grapes from his garden at Bazaar. His nighttime hideout was the basement shelter under the TMC Building just opposite his house.

About 4 p.m. Roozahna came back followed in a split minute by my mother-in-law.

We had a peaceful family evening. Sahtik, Roozahna and I played a pencil game, then all five of us had supper, and then I made a fresh start with two pails for a round of water bringing.

It's ten past ten p.m. They all are in Underground now. All's calm outdoors.

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