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December 18.

At three in the morning there was a queue (still or, perhaps, already) at Three Taps.

I went to another water spring. There also was a queue but smaller – 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.

I literally quote him,

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 p.m. The kids are sent to their cots.

Good night to babes and adults alike.

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