21 September/4 October 1917

It’s already much colder here than at Tsarskoe Selo. By midafternoon the sun has set, and we’ve turned on the lamps. I try not to think about Livadia!

Papa’s only complaint is that he doesn’t get his mail regularly. He hasn’t seen a newspaper and doesn’t know what’s happening. I wonder if he still writes in his diary every day. What is there to write when there’s nothing to write?!