5/18 April 1915

We had a concert this afternoon in our hospital. An old man told amusing stories, and a lady performed a Russian folk dance. I thought the dancer seemed much too pleased with herself, but the soldiers were happy, so I suppose it was a great success.

But here was the best thing: Nicholas Dmitrievitch Demekov was there and introduced the performers to us. Now I am sure that Mashka is mad about him! It’s “Kolya says this” and “Kolya thinks that” all the time, and she thinks I don’t notice how she looks at him. It’s rather disgusting. He’s not even that handsome, although I suppose you could say he’s rather sweet.