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December 17.

Till noon I was at Jaw-Jaw Club (the former Editorial House).

The BHAGAVATA readings.

A chat with Rita, the Secretary.

Then I went downhill to Orliana's where Sahtik and the kids were on a visit. It took us one hour and a half to come back home. The weather was just lovely. The Kirov Street densely peopled.

One page from ULYSSES after lunch.

Near six p.m a shell explosion scared Sahtik, she was about to rush to the Underground. I talked her into staying.

We began to mold candles together then played the usual pencil game when you take a word and using its letters compose as many other words as possible. The player who composes more words in five minutes wins.

No time for my yoga.

We had supper together.

As for the water-bringing I decided on introduction some amendments in my mode of life. From tonight on I'll try and establish the habit of going after water at 3 a.m.

The project can be implemented with the use of our alarm clock.

It's 9 p.m. The mother-in-law has gone home. Ahshaut is sleeping. Roozahna stubbornly insists on taking her over to Underground.

I've tried to persuade them to stay home.

Sahtik is not sure what to do.

I don't wait for her final decision and just go to bed.

Wishes of the most good night to all.

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