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December 25.

The night was quite calm.

Only in the morning there started an artillery duel keeping people in the shelters.

Till ten a.m., when the banging stopped, I was working at the oil lamp sconce according to Lenic's instruction.

Then I went over to Underground and took Ahshaut for a walk. (Roozahna had been taken by her aunt.)

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The mother-in-law left us on our own, so (with Ahshaut on his sleep) it was a scheduled and matter-of-routine one made somewhat flat by predestinatedness of the delectabilities.

The sweat smell of our bodies had a depressing effect on me at the initial stages, nevertheless we managed to get into our stride, then classical full swing was reached and, in due course, a swoony coda.


Sahtik and the children have been seen over to Underground.

The mother-in-law is still here baking breads.

I am going out for the water-walk.

Good night to all.

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