At three in the morning there was a queue (still or, perhaps, already) by the Three Taps. I went to another water spring. There also was a queue but shorter – about ten to fifteen men. I brought home four pails.
After lunch I whetted our kitchen knives with the hand-mill borrowed from Sashic. Sahtik was helping me.
Reading from Montaigne proved that there is nothing new under the moon of this loony world. Here's a literal quotation:
"The war was raging around. Going to bed at night we didn't know if we were to wake up alive next morning."
The passage was written four and a half centuries ago and up till now hasn't lost a single grain of its actual applicability.
We had no pencil game to punish Roozahna for her unruliness. I played backgammon with Sahtik.
It's half past eight pm. The kids are sent to their cots.
Good night to babes and adults alike.