22 September/5 October 1914

Papa is back at Stavka, and we immediately started missing him horribly. Mashka and I went to Anya’s for tea. She has such a sweet little house in the park near our palace. Father Grigory was there, completely recovered and dressed in a bright yellow silk shirt. He poured tea and talked about things that seemed to interest everyone but me. Anya hangs on every word he says.